“Sir, I make the obvious point of order that there are no vacancies to fill in the office of United States Senator, and that it does not lie within the province of the delegates chosen to this convention to pledge the party to any man.  I do not question the motive of the delegate from Pulaski County, who is my personal friend; and I am animated by no feelings of animosity in demanding that the convention proceed to the discharge of its obligations without touching upon matters clearly beyond its powers.  I confidently hope and sincerely believe that our party in Indiana is soon to receive a new commission of trust and confidence from the people of the old Hoosier State.  But our immediate business is the choice of a ticket behind which the Hoosier Democracy will move on to victory in November like an army with banners. (Cheers.) There have been intimations in the camp of our enemy that the party is threatened with schism and menaced by factional wars; but I declare my conviction that the party is more harmonious and more truly devoted to high ideals to-day than at any time since the grand old name of Democrat became potent upon Hoosier soil.  And what have we to do with leaders?  Men come and men go, but principles alone are eternal and live forever.  The great task of our party must be to bring the government back to the people. (Scattering applause.) But the choice of an invulnerable state ticket at this convention is our business and our only business.  As for Indiana’s two seats in the national Senate which we shall soon wrest from our adversaries, in due season we shall fill them with tried men and true.  Sir, let us remember that whosoever maketh himself a king speaketh against Caesar.  Stop, Look, Listen!”

Hardly a man in the hall so dull that this did not penetrate!  Dan had given to his last words a weird, mournful intonation whose effect was startling.  He jumped lightly to the floor and was in his seat before the deep boom of his voice had ceased reverberating.  Then instantly it seemed that the seventeen hundred delegates had been multiplied by ten, and that every man had become a raving lunatic.  This was Bassett’s defiance—­Bassett, who had gone fishing, but not before planting this mine for the confusion of Thatcher.  A hundred men who had already committed themselves to Thatcher sought to rescue their new leader; they rose upon chairs and demanded to be heard.  “Stop, Look, Listen” had suggested the idea of a locomotive bearing down upon a dangerous crossing, and Bassett’s men began to whistle.  The whistling increased in volume until it drowned the shouts, the cheers, and the laughter.  Ladies in the galleries stopped their ears while the whistling convention earned its name.  It now occurred to the chairman, who had wasted no energy in futile efforts to stay the storm, that he had a duty to perform.  Even to his practiced hand the restoration of order was not easy; but by dint of much bawling and pounding he subdued the uproar.  Then after impressive deliberation he said:—­