Eloquent saw Grantly Ffolliot frown and say something to his companion as young Rabbich continued his questions, and then quite suddenly the whole of that end of the hall was in a turmoil, and one by one the interrupters were hauled from their seats and forcibly ejected from the meeting, in spite of desperate resistance on their part. After that, peace was restored, and Eloquent continued his speech amidst the greatest enthusiasm. His supporters cheered him to his house, and then departed to parade the town, while their band played "Hearts of Oak," the chosen war-song of the "Yallows." Meanwhile the Rabbich party had returned to the Moonstone to compare their bruises and to get more drinks, and then they sallied forth again to join a "Blue" procession, headed by a band that played "Bonnie Dundee," which is the battle-cry of the Blues. The rival bands met, the rival processions met and locked, and there was a regular shindy. Eloquent, very tired and rather depressed, as a man usually is on the eve of any great struggle, heard the distant tumult and the shouting, and thought he had better go out and see what was afoot. He had hardly got outside his own front door, which was in a little-frequented street not far from the police-station, when he saw two policemen on either side of a hatless, dishevelled, and unsteady youth, who held one of them affectionately by the arm while the other held him. Another glance and he perceived that the hatless one was Grantly Ffolliot. "Hullo!" cried Eloquent, "what's to do here?" "Gentleman very disorderly, sir, throwing stones at windows of your committee-room, fighting and brawling, and resisted violently--so we're taking him to the station." "He seems quiet enough now," Eloquent suggested. Grantly smiled at him sleepily. "Good chaps, policemen," he murmured; "fine beefy chaps." "Look here," said Eloquent, "I'd much prefer you didn't charge him. His people are well known; it will only create ill-feeling. I'll look after him if you leave him with me." The policemen looked at one another. . . . "Of course," said the one to whom Grantly clung so lovingly, "we couldn't swear as it was him who threw the stones, though he was among them as did." "He's only a boy," Eloquent continued, "and he's drunk . . . it would be a pity to make a public example of him . . . just now--don't you think?--If you could oblige me in this . . . I'm very anxious that the election should be fought with as little ill-feeling as possible." Something changed hands. "What about the other young gentlemen, sir?" asked the younger policeman. "With the other young gentlemen," Eloquent said ruthlessly, "you can deal exactly as you please, but if it can be managed don't charge any of them." With difficulty policeman number one detached himself from Grantly's embrace and handed him over to Eloquent.