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It looked good to Bobby, that late extra of the _Bulletin_, and the force that he had kept on duty to get it out greeted him, as he walked through the office, with a running fire of comment and congratulation that was almost like applause. He had bought a copy on the street as he came in, and as he spread it out there came upon him a thrill of realization that this ought to be the beginning of the end.
It was. The fact that Bobby, through the _Bulletin_, had forced this action, made him a power to be reckoned with; and straws, whole bales of them, began to show which way the wind was blowing.