had willed that the South should win, there
would have been no occasion.

Even as Judge Whipple had said, the time was come for all men to decide.
Out of the way, all hopes of compromises that benumbed Washington. No
Constitutional Unionists, no Douglas Democrats, no Republicans now.

All must work to save the ship. The speech-making was not done with yet.
Partisanship must be overcome, and patriotism instilled in its place.
One day Stephen Brice saw the Leader go into Judge Whipple's room,
and presently he was sent for. After that he was heard of in various
out-of-the-way neighborhoods, exhorting all men to forget their quarrels
and uphold the flag.

The Leader himself knew not night from day in his toil,--in organizing,
conciliating, compelling when necessary. Letters passed between him
and Springfield. And, after that solemn inauguration, between him and
Washington. It was an open secret that the Governor of Missouri held out
his arms to Jefferson Davis, just elected President of the new Southern
Confederacy. It soon became plain to the feeblest brain what the Leader
and his friends had perceived long before, that the Governor intended
to use the militia (purged of Yankee sympathizers) to save the state for
the South.

The Government Arsenal, with its stores of arms and ammunition, was
the prize. This building and its grounds lay to the south of the
City, overlooking the river. It was in command of a doubting major
of ordnance; the corps of officers of Jefferson Barracks hard by was
mottled with secession. Trade was still. The Mississippi below was
practically closed. In all the South, Pickens and Sumter alone stood
stanch to the flag. A general, wearing the uniform of the army of the
United States, surrendered the whole state of Texas.

The St. Louis Arsenal was next in succession, and the little band of
regulars at the Barracks was powerless to save it. What could the Leader
and Captain Lyon do without troops? That was the question that rang
in Stephen's head, and in the heads of many others. For, if President
Lincoln sent troops to St. Louis, that would precipitate the trouble.
And the President had other uses for the handful in the army.

There came a rain-sodden night when a mysterious message arrived at
the little house in Olive Street. Both anxiety and pride were in Mrs.
Brice's eyes as they followed her son out of the door. At Twelfth
Street two men were lounging on the corners, each of whom glanced at