"Misther Chairman," said Nolan, standing with one heavy foot on his chair and leveling a forefinger at Muldoon, "a point of order! The gintleman from the Fifth Ward has no right to challenge the vote av the First Ward—he's not a mimber of the dillygation!"
"Let the First Ward be polled," calmly ruled Muldoon. Nolan took his foot from his chair and stepped to Donahue's side. Every man in the First Ward delegation, as his name was called from the credentials, cried "Underwood!" As the secretary neared the name of Donahue, Nolan laid his hand heavily on the fellow's shoulder.
"Donahue!" called the secretary.
The fellow squirmed under Nolan's hand.
"Donahue!"
"Don't let him bluff you!" cried some one from the Fifth Ward.
"Vote as you damn please, Jimmie!"
"T'row the boots into 'im, Donnie!"
"Soak him one!"
"Take your hands off him, Bull Nolan!"
So they bawled and Donahue wriggled. But the hand of Nolan, like the hand of Douglas, was his
