Evidently
the meeting was about to disintegrate. "I'll have my _say_!" the
frenzied Linski screamed. "You try to put up this capitalis' trick and
work a fake to carry over this debate agains' Choimuny, but you can't
work it on _me_, lemme tell you! I'll have my _say!_"
The outraged chairman was wholly at a loss how to deal with the
"unprecedented situation"--so he defined it, quite truthfully; and he
continued to pound upon the desk, while other clamours began to rival
Linski's; shouts of "Put him out!" "Order!" "Shut up, Freshman!" "Turn
him over to the sophomores!"
"This meeting is _adjourned!_" bellowed the chairman, and there was a
thronging toward the doors, while the frothing Linski asseverated: "I'm
a-gunna git my say, I tell you! I'll have my say! I'll have my _say!_"
He had more than that, before the hour was over. A moment after he
emerged from the building and came out, still hot, upon the cool, dark
campus, he found himself the centre of a group of his own classmates
whom he at first mistook for sophomores, such was their manner.
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