More I heard of him afterward.  In his own way he had told the truth when he said all were dead.  But one lived, Timothy, and him his father considered dead because he had taken service with the Iron Heel in the Mercenaries.* A member of the ’Frisco Reds pledged himself to twelve annual executions.  The penalty for failure was death.  A member who failed to complete his number committed suicide.  These executions were not haphazard.  This group of madmen met frequently and passed wholesale judgments upon offending members and servitors of the Oligarchy.  The executions were afterward apportioned by lot.

* In addition to the labor castes, there arose another caste, the military.  A standing army of professional soldiers was created, officered by members of the Oligarchy and known as the Mercenaries.  This institution took the place of the militia, which had proved impracticable under the new regime.  Outside the regular secret service of the Iron Heel, there was further established a secret service of the Mercenaries, this latter forming a connecting link between the police and the military.

In fact, the business that brought me there the night of my visit was such a trial.  One of our own comrades, who for years had successfully maintained himself in a clerical position in the local bureau of the secret service of the Iron Heel, had fallen under the ban of the ’Frisco Reds and was being tried.  Of course he was not present, and of course his judges did not know that he was one of our men.  My mission had been to testify to his identity and loyalty.  It may be wondered how we came to know of the affair at all.  The explanation is simple.  One of our secret agents was a member of the ’Frisco Reds.  It was necessary for us to keep an eye on friend as well as foe, and this group of madmen was not too unimportant to escape our surveillance.

But to return to Peter Donnelly and his son.  All went well with Donnelly until, in the following year, he found among the sheaf of executions that fell to him the name of Timothy Donnelly.  Then it was that that clannishness, which was his to so extraordinary a degree, asserted itself.  To save his son, he betrayed his comrades.  In this he was partially blocked, but a dozen of the ’Frisco Reds were executed, and the group was well-nigh destroyed.  In retaliation, the survivors meted out to Donnelly the death he had earned by his treason.

Nor did Timothy Donnelly long survive.  The ’Frisco Reds pledged themselves to his execution.  Every effort was made by the Oligarchy to save him.  He was transferred from one part of the country to another.  Three of the Reds lost their lives in vain efforts to get him.  The Group was composed only of men.  In the end they fell back on a woman, one of our comrades, and none other than Anna Roylston.  Our Inner Circle forbade her, but she had ever a will of her own and disdained discipline.  Furthermore, she was a genius and lovable, and we could never discipline her anyway.  She is in a class by herself and not amenable to the ordinary standards of the revolutionists.