"Quiet, girl, or I'll paddle you." With grim satisfaction Jubal surveyed the room, which was continuing to fill with high officials.  He had told Douglas that he wanted a "small, informal" talk - no formality while knowing with utter certainty that the mere announcement of such talks would fetch all the powerful and power-hungry as surely as light attracts moths.  And now (he felt sure) Mike was about to be treated as a sovereign by each and every one of those nabobs - with the whole world watching.  Just let 'em try to roust the boy around after this!