But Mr. Thomas has the floor."
"See here, Henery Holmes," cried Isaac, "it's all right for us old
folks, but there's the children. How can they imagine Pleasantville
station when some of 'em ain't yet seen a train?"
This routed even Henry Holmes. At the store he would never have given
in, but he was not accustomed to hearing so loud a murmur of approval
greet the opposition. He realized that he had been placed in a false
position by the importunities of Mr. Thomas, and to him he now left the
brunt of the trouble by stepping out of the illumined circle and losing
himself in the company.
The fire-swept zone had no terrors for Perry. With one hand thrust
between the first and second buttons of his coat, and the other raised
in that gesture with which the orator stills the sea of discontent, he
stepped forward, and turning slowly about, brought his eyes to bear on
the contumacious Bolum. He indicated the target. Every optic gun in
the room was levelled at it. The upraised hand, the potent silence,
the solemn gaze of a hundred eyes was too much for the old man to bear.
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