There was
a moment's hush. "Gentlemen," he said, "if organisation is a good word,
moderation is a better one. The matter is too grave for haste. I would
suggest that we each and severally return to our respective homes for
the night, sleep over what has happened, and convene again to-morrow,
when we are calmer and can approach this affair in a more judicious
mood. As for the honour with which you would inform me, I must affirm
that that, too, is a matter for grave deliberation. This League is but
a name as yet. To accept control of an organisation whose principles are
not yet fixed is a heavy responsibility. I shrink from it--"

But he was allowed to proceed no farther. A storm of protest developed.
There were shouts of:

"No, no. The League to-night and Derrick for President."

"We have been moderate too long."

"The League first, principles afterward."

"We can't wait," declared Osterman. "Many of us cannot attend a meeting
to-morrow. Our business affairs would prevent it. Now we are all
together. I propose a temporary chairman and secretary be named and
a ballot be taken. But first the League. Let us draw up a set of
resolutions to stand together, for the defence of our homes, to death,
if needs be, and each man present affix his signature thereto."

He subsided amidst vigorous applause. The next quarter of an hour was
a vague confusion, every one talking at once, conversations going on
in low tones in various corners of the room. Ink, pens, and a sheaf of
foolscap were brought from the ranch house. A set of resolutions was
draughted, having the force of a pledge, organising the League of
Defence. Annixter was the first to sign. Others followed, only a few
holding back, refusing to join till they had thought the matter over.
The roll grew; the paper circulated about the table; each signature was
welcomed by a salvo of cheers. At length, it reached Harran Derrick, who
signed amid tremendous uproar. He released the pen only to shake a score
of hands.

"Now, Magnus Derrick."

"Gentlemen," began the Governor, once more rising, "I beg of you to
allow me further consideration. Gentlemen--"

He was interrupted by renewed shouting.

"No, no, now or never. Sign, join the League."

"Don't leave us. We look to you to help."

But presently the excited throng that turned their faces towards the
Governor were aware of a new face at his elbow. The door of the harness
room had been left unbolted and Mrs. Derrick, unab