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for the master class had not died. This spirit had infected the Mercenaries, of which three regiments in particular were ready to come over to us en masse.

Chicago had always been the storm-centre of the conflict between labor and capital, a city of street-battles and violent death, with a class-conscious capitalist organization and a class-conscious workman organization, where, in the old days, the very schoolteachers were formed into labor unions and affiliated with the hod-carriers and bricklayers in the American Federation of Labor. And Chicago became the storm-centre of the premature First Revolt.

The trouble was precipitated by the Iron Heel. It was cleverly done. The whole population, including the favored labor castes, was given a course of outrageous treatment. Promises and agreements were broken, and most drastic punishments visited upon even petty offenders. The people of the abyss were tormented out of their apathy. In fact, the Iron Heel was preparing to make the abysmal beast roar. And hand in hand with this, in all precautionary measures in Chicago, the Iron Heel was inconceivably careless. Discipline was relaxed among the Mercenaries that remained, while many regiments had been withdrawn and sent to various parts of the country.

It did not take long to carry out this programmeโ โ€”only several weeks. We of the Revolution caught vague rumors of the state of affairs, but had nothing definite enough for an understanding. In fact, we thought it was a spontaneous spirit of revolt that would require careful curbing on our part, and never dreamed that it was deliberately manufacturedโ โ€”and it had been manufactured so secretly, from the very innermost circle of the Iron Heel, that we had got no inkling. The counterplot was an able achievement, and ably carried out.

I was in New York when I received the order to proceed immediately to Chicago. The man who gave me the order was one of the oligarchs, I could tell that by his speech, though I did not know his name nor see his face. His instructions were too clear for me to make a mistake. Plainly I read between the lines that our plot had been discovered, that we had been countermined. The explosion was ready for the flash of powder, and countless agents of the Iron Heel, including me, either on the ground or being sent there, were to supply that flash. I flatter myself that I maintained my composure under the keen eye of the oligarch, but my heart was beating madly. I could almost have shrieked and flown at his throat with my naked hands before his final, cold-blooded instructions were given.

Once out of his presence, I calculated the time. I had just the moments to spare, if I were lucky, to get in touch with some local leader before catching my train. Guarding against being trailed, I made a rush of it for the Emergency Hospital. Luck was with me, and I gained access at once to comrade Galvin, the surgeon-in-chief. I started to gasp out my information, but he stopped me.

โ€œI already know,โ€ he said quietly, though his Irish eyes were flashing. โ€œI knew what you had come for. I got the word fifteen minutes ago, and I have already passed it along. Everything shall be done here to keep the comrades quiet. Chicago is to be sacrificed, but it shall be Chicago alone.โ€

โ€œHave you tried to get word to Chicago?โ€ I asked.

He shook his head. โ€œNo telegraphic communication. Chicago is shut off. Itโ€™s going to be hell there.โ€

He paused a moment, and I saw his white hands clinch. Then he burst out:

โ€œBy God! I wish I were going to be there!โ€

โ€œThere is yet a chance to stop it,โ€ I said, โ€œif nothing happens to the train and I can get there in time. Or if some of the other secret-service comrades who have learned the truth can get there in time.โ€

โ€œYou on the inside were caught napping this time,โ€ he said.

I nodded my head humbly.

โ€œIt was very secret,โ€ I answered. โ€œOnly the inner chiefs could have known up to today. We havenโ€™t yet penetrated that far, so we couldnโ€™t escape being kept in the dark. If only Ernest were here. Maybe he is in Chicago now, and all is well.โ€

Dr. Galvin shook his head. โ€œThe last news I heard of him was that he had been sent to Boston or New Haven. This secret service for the enemy must hamper him a lot, but itโ€™s better than lying in a refuge.โ€

I started to go, and Galvin wrung my hand.

โ€œKeep a stout heart,โ€ were his parting words. โ€œWhat if the First Revolt is lost? There will be a second, and we will be wiser then. Goodbye and good luck. I donโ€™t know whether Iโ€™ll ever see you again. Itโ€™s going to be hell there, but Iโ€™d give ten years of my life for your chance to be in it.โ€

The Twentieth Century116 left New York at six in the evening, and was supposed to arrive at Chicago at seven next morning. But it lost time that night. We were running behind another train. Among the travellers in my Pullman was comrade Hartman, like myself in the secret service of the Iron Heel. He it was who told me of the train that immediately preceded us. It was an exact duplicate of our train, though it contained no passengers. The idea was that the empty train should receive the disaster were an attempt made to blow up the Twentieth Century. For that matter there were very few people on the trainโ โ€”only a bakerโ€™s dozen in our car.

โ€œThere must be some big men on board,โ€ Hartman concluded. โ€œI noticed a private car on the rear.โ€

Night had fallen when we made our first change of engine, and I walked down the platform for a breath of fresh air and to see what I could see. Through the windows of the private car I caught a glimpse of three men whom I recognized. Hartman was right. One of the men was General

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