“In this town?”

“All over the country.  But this is a good field for them.  The crust’s pretty thin here, and where that’s the case there is likely to be earthquakes and eruptions.  The Chief says they’re bringing in a bunch of gunmen, wobblies and Bolshevists from every industrial town on the map.  Did you get that, Cameron?  Gunmen!”

“Any of you men here dissatisfied with this form of government?” inquired Willy, rather truculently.

“Not so you could notice it,” said Mr. Clarey.  “And once the Republican party gets in—­”

“Then there will never be a revolution.”

“Why?”

“That’s why,” said Willy Cameron.  “Of course you are worthless now.  You aren’t organized.  You don’t know how many you are or how strong you are.  You can’t talk.  You sit back and listen until you believe that this country is only capital and labor.  You get squeezed in between them.  You see labor getting more money than you, and howling for still more.  You see both capital and labor raising prices until you can’t live on what you get.  There are a hundred times as many of you as represent capital and labor combined, and all you do is loaf here and growl about things being wrong.  Why don’t you do something?  You ought to be running this country, but you aren’t.  You’re lazy.  You don’t even vote.  You leave running the country to men like Mr. Hendricks here.”

Mr. Hendricks was cheerfully unirritated.

“All right, son,” he said, “I do my bit and like it.  Go on.  Don’t stop to insult me.  You can do that any time.”

“I’ve been buying a seditious weekly since I came,” said Willy Cameron.  “It’s preaching a revolution, all right.  I’d like to see its foreign language copies.  They’ll never overthrow the government, but they may try.  Why don’t you fellows combine to fight them?  Why don’t you learn how strong you are?  Nine-tenths of the country, and milling like sheep with a wolf around!”

Mr. Hendricks winked at the doctor.

“What’d I tell you?” whispered Hendricks.  “Got them, hasn’t he?  If he’d suggest arming them with pop bottles and attacking that gang of anarchists at the cobbler’s down the street, they’d do it this minute.”

“All right, son,” he offered.  “We’ll combine.  Anything you say goes.  And we’ll get the Jim Doyle-Woslosky-Louis Akers outfit first.  I know a first-class brick wall—­”

“Akers?” said Willy Cameron.  “Do you know him?”

“I do,” said Hendricks.  “But that needn’t prejudice you against me any.  He’s a bad actor, and as smooth as butter.  D’you know what their plan is?  They expect to take the city.  This city!  The—­” Mr. Hendrick’s voice was lost in fury.

“Talk!” said the roundsman.  “Where’d the police be, I’m asking?”

“The police,” said Mr. Hendricks, evidently quoting, “are as filled with sedition as a whale with corset bones.  Also the army.  Also the state constabulary.”