hard thing to get it. You've got to suffer.
You've got to give up things. I guess you know that already. But you've
got to keep at it. It's great when you have it, but it's hell getting
it. And don't forget this. You've got to stick by the other fellow if
the other fellow is going to stick to you. If one goes out, you've all
got to go out, and stay out if you starve."

He sat down, wiping his brow carefully, amid a thunder of applause from
the audience. Suddenly a thought seemed to strike him and he jumped up
with hand uplifted. The crowd silenced at once. "I forgot to tell you
the main thing for why I came here to-night," he said sheepishly. "I'm
no orator, as you all can see. Your handsome young faces drove the
thought clean out of my mind. But this I will say, I am here to-night to
tell you that we of the Federation will back you to the limit with money
and influence and all we've got. Go to it!" Again he sat down, amid a
repeated burst of clapping and cheers.

"No," said Good. "He's no orator. But he's a big man. They'll get
somewhere if they follow him."

Speaker after speaker followed one another in rapid succession, each
with her message of fear, or hope, or encouragement. There was
surprisingly little denunciation, thought Judith, of the powers against
whom they were in revolt. All the speakers were too intent upon means
and methods to waste breath in idle denunciation. She expressed her
astonishment.

"Their feeling for their employers goes without saying," said Good
shortly.

Suddenly Judith gave a little cry. "Why, there's Mrs. Dodson." A woman,
inconspicuously dressed and well on in years, but with such a spirit of
youth and kindliness in her face as to belie her grey hairs, had begun
to speak. Her first words were the signal for such a storm of applause
that she had to halt momentarily.

"What a favourite she is!" exclaimed Judith.

"She has cause to be," said Good. "These girls have no better friend."

"Isn't it strange," said Judith in amazement. "I've known her all my
life. I had no idea she was so interested in this sort of thing."

Good smiled. "She doesn't talk much about it, does she?"

Mrs. Dodson, speaking with trained eloquence, was laying out a plan of
campaign so bold in conception that Judith, acquainted only with the
more obvious side of her life, was dumfounded.

"If the people who know her uptown could hear her now," she cried,
"they'd be stupefied. They'd call her a traitor to