Belmont was quick to reply. "Mr. President, the only bulldozing that I've ever known of in this society has come from members of a secret society that meets somewhere off in the woods and tries to run the affairs of another."
Harry, flushing, rapped on the table and rose.
"Gentlemen," he said, "I think there's been enough of this. If we adjourn and talk things over among ourselves, we'll be able to settle them in a better temper. Will some one make a motion to adjourn?"
The motion was made and carried. Later in the evening Harry talked to Frank Windsor and Bruce Watson in his room.
"You fellows are in the wrong," he said to them earnestly. "Albree is n't as good a man for the place as Stoddard, and you can't persuade that crowd that he is. You can keep on blackballing Stoddard, but you'll never get Albree in. Now do you want to keep on,—and split the society,—and maybe do worse than that?"
"How worse than that?" asked Watson.
