No champion appeared to support Krebs, who sat pale and tense while this denunciation of him was going on.  Finally he got the floor.  His voice trembled a little, whether with passion, excitement, or nervousness it was impossible to say.  But he contented himself with a brief defiance.  If the bill passed, he declared, the men who voted for it, the men who were behind it, would ultimately be driven from political life by an indignant public.  He had a higher opinion of the voters of the state than those who accused him of slandering it, than those who sat silent and had not lifted their voices against this crime.

When the bill was put to a vote he demanded a roll call.  Ten members besides himself were recorded against House Bill No. 709!

In spite of this overwhelming triumph my feelings were not wholly those of satisfaction when I returned to the hotel and listened to the exultations and denunciations of such politicians as Letchworth, Young, and Colonel Varney.  Perhaps an image suggesting Hermann Krebs as some splendid animal at bay, dragged down by the hounds, is too strong:  he had been ingloriously crushed, and defeat, even for the sake of conviction, was not an inspiring spectacle....  As the chase swept on over his prostrate figure I rapidly regained poise and a sense of proportion; a “master of life” could not permit himself to be tossed about by sentimentality; and gradually I grew ashamed of my bad quarter of an hour in the gallery of the House, and of the effect of it—­which lingered awhile—­as of a weakness suddenly revealed, which must at all costs be overcome.  I began to see something dramatic and sensational in Krebs’s performance....

The Ribblevale Steel Company was the real quarry, after all.  And such had been the expedition, the skill and secrecy, with which our affair was conducted, that before the Ribblevale lawyers could arrive, alarmed and breathless, the bill had passed the House, and their only real chance of halting it had been lost.  For the Railroad controlled the House, not by owning the individuals composing it, but through the leaders who dominated it,—­men like Letchworth and Truesdale.  These, and Colonel Varney, had seen to it that men who had any parliamentary ability had been attended to; all save Krebs, who had proved a surprise.  There were indeed certain members who, although they had railroad passes in their pockets (which were regarded as just perquisites,—­the Railroad being so rich!), would have opposed the bill if they had felt sufficiently sure of themselves to cope with such veterans as Letchworth.  Many of these had allowed themselves to be won over or cowed by the oratory which had crushed Krebs.

Nor did the Ribblevale people—­be it recorded—­scruple to fight fire with fire.  Their existence, of course, was at stake, and there was no public to appeal to.  A part of the legal army that rushed to the aid of our adversaries spent the afternoon and most of the night organizing all those who could be induced by one means or another to reverse their sentiments, and in searching for the few who had grievances against the existing power.  The following morning a motion was introduced to reconsider; and in the debate that followed, Krebs, still defiant, took an active part.  But the resolution required a two-thirds vote, and was lost.