The other shook his head. "No telling. There's a few of them Socialists
is delegates--they're for anything to stir up trouble; but nobody pays
much attention to them. Then there is others. It'll be pretty even."
"How would you feel if I took the front and back pages, Bivens?"
"That would be fine for both of us, sir."
"Coming out editorially against that law?"
He wheezed deferentially. "It has some bad flaws, sir. I figured on a
write-up against it."
"Make it strong, and I'll take the two pages."
Bivens consulted with the other representative of labor. His eager eyes
shone greedily. "How would you like us to put you down, Mr. Judson, for
the main speech of the convention? 'Proper Legal Safeguards in Mining,'
or something like that?... You know, the front and back pages is more
expensive. Say five hundred for the two."
Paul watched their well-fed, ever-hungry faces with mental nausea. "All
right."
"You'll make the speech?"