But the labor leaders knew the
little tailor, and they believed. After that there was no doubt
about Carpenter's being a speaker at the mass-meeting!
XXXII
It came time when the rest of us were ready for dinner, but
Carpenter said that he wanted to pray. Apparently, whenever he was
tired, and had work to do he prayed. He told me that he would find
his own way to Grant Hall, the place of the mass-meeting; but
somehow, I didn't like the idea of his walking through the streets
alone. I said I would call for him at seven-thirty and made him
promise not to leave the Labor Temple until that hour.
I cast about in my mind for a body-guard, and bethought me of old
Joe. His name is Joseph Camper, and he played centre-rush with my
elder brother in the days before they opened up the game, and when
beef was what counted. Old Joe has shoulders like the biggest hams
in a butcher shop, and you can trust him like a Newfoundland dog. I
knew that if I asked him not to let anybody hurt my friend, he
wouldn't--and this regardless of the circumstance of my friend's not
wearing pants.
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