Pink developed a habit of dropping into the pharmacy when he happened to be nearby.  He was rather wistfully envious of that year in the camp, when Lily Cardew and Cameron had been together, and at first it was the bond of Lily that sent him to the shop.  In the beginning the shop irritated him, because it seemed an incongruous background for the fiery young orator.  But later on he joined the small open forum in the back room, and perhaps for the first time in his idle years he began to think.  He had made the sacrifice of his luxurious young life to go to war, had slept in mud and risked his body and been hungry and cold and often frightfully homesick.  And now it appeared that a lot of madmen were going to try to undo all that he had helped to do.  He was surprised and highly indignant.  Even a handful of agitators, it seemed, could do incredible harm.

One night he and Willy Cameron slipped into a meeting of a Russian Society, wearing old clothes, which with Willy was not difficult, and shuffling up dirty stairs without molestation.  They came away thoughtful.

“Looks like it’s more than talk,” Pink said, after a time.

“They’re not dangerous,” Willy Cameron said.  “That’s talk.  But it shows a state of mind.  The real incendiaries don’t show their hand like that.”

“You think it’s real, then?”

“Some boils don’t come to a head.  But most do.”

It was after a mob of foreigners had tried to capture the town of Donesson, near Pittsburgh, and had been turned back by a hastily armed body of its citizens, doctors, lawyers and shop-keepers, that a nebulous plan began to form in Willy Cameron’s active mind.

If one could unite the plain people politically, or against a foreign war, why could they not be united against an enemy at home?  The South had had a similar problem, and the result was the Ku Klux Klan.

The Chief of Police was convinced that a plan was being formulated to repeat the Seattle experiment against the city.  The Mayor was dubious.  He was not a strong man; he had a conviction that because a thing never had happened it never could happen.

“The mob has done it before,” urged the Chief of Police one day.  “They took Paris, and it was damned disagreeable.”

The Mayor was a trifle weak in history.

“Maybe they did,” he agreed.  “But this is different.  This is America.”

He was rather uneasy after that.  It had occurred to him that the Chief might have referred to Paris, Illinois.

Now and then Pink coaxed Willy Cameron to his club, and for those rare occasions he provided always a little group of men like themselves, young, eager, loyal, and struggling with the new problems of the day.  In this environment Willy Cameron received as well as gave.

Most of the men had been in the army, and he found in them an eager anxiety to face the coming situation and combat it.  In the end the nucleus of the new Vigilance Committee was formed there.