"Come on now, get along with you, and let somebody else
have a bit o' the street." I pushed my way forward, by virtue of my
good clothes, and got through the press about Carpenter, and took
him by the arm, saying, "Come on now, let's see if we can't get to
the Labor Temple."
XXV
There was a crowd following us, of course; and I sought to keep
Carpenter busy in conversation, to indicate that the crowd was not
wanted. But before we had gone half a block I felt some one touch me
on the arm, and heard a voice, saying, "I beg pardon, I'm a reporter
for the 'Evening Blare'."
Now, of course, I had known this must come; I had realized that I
would be getting myself in for it, if I went to join Carpenter that
morning. I had planned to warn him, to explain to him what our
newspapers are; but how could I have foreseen that he was going to
get into a riot before breakfast, and bring out the police reserves
and the police reporters?
"Excuse us," I said, coldly. "We have something urgent--"
"I just want to get something of this gentleman's speech--"
"We are on our way to the Labor Temple.
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