Ah, well, let them learn, let them learn! It takes a whip to teach a cur.

Let them feel the lash, and learn!..." At this same hour, in the last retreat, near Port Colborne, in the State of Ontario--once a province of Canada--half a dozen grim and determined men were gathered together.

We already recognize Craig, Grantham and Gabriel.

The other three, like them, all wore the Socialist button and the little tab of red ribbon that marked them as members of the Fighting Sections.
"Tonight," Gabriel was saying, as he stood there in the gathering dusk--they dared not show a light, even behind the drawn curtains of their refuge--"tonight, comrades, the final die is cast.

Everything is ready, or as nearly ready as we shall ever be able to make it.