"Oh, that's all thought out. I shall have quite young chaps and pay them about eighteen shillings a week and travelling expenses. Each two or three days they'll have to send in reports as to the work, and each week forward the collection. I shall try, eventually, to get real earnest young men who believe in our glorious Henglish Protestant 'eritage. _They_ won't rob us. I shall get smart young chaps with plenty of bounce and go, but not much education. It's not _wanted_ for popular street-corner work. You get a Ritualist parson coming to try and answer one of my chaps--take the crucifix question, now. My man will talk about Popish idols and that--it's all in the lecture--and all the parson will say is that a crucifix is legal in the Church of Hengland--I believe, as a strict matter of fact, it _is_. Then my man turns round and tells the crowd that a crucifix is nothing but a dolly on a stick--he gets the laugh, see? The 'priest' can't explain all his humbugging reverence and that in an open-air meeting, with one of my chaps ready with a joke every time he speaks. I've got four out of my six men already, and if the thing hums as I expect, I'll put twenty or thirty in the field at once. They're easy found! There's lots of young chaps connected with chapels that would far rather tour the country attracting attention wherever they go, and do nothing but agitate, than work hard! There's young Moffatt, Peter Moffatt's son. He's a plumber, but he 'ates work. He's got cheek for twenty, and he'll do no end of good. As for the cost, why, the men will pay for themselves over and over again. They'll be well supplied from the central office--extracts from the papers and so on--they'll take local halls and advertise in local papers. I shall expect that each man, if he's any good _at all_, will pay all his own expenses each week and forward a clear two pounds to me! A man that can't do that, at least, with such backing as we can give him and such a splendid war-cry--well, I wouldn't give twopence for him." "I see it all clear now," answered Sam, a flush of excitement coming into his face. "And besides the money and extension of the League there will be splendid opportunities for you and me to run down now and then to support our men and get an 'oliday--take Brighton, for instance! It's full of Ritualists. A couple of men could spend a month there." "And take from two to three hundred pounds, I should think," said the secretary, thoughtfully, "besides dealing an 'orrid blow to the wolves in the fold of the Protestant Henglish Church. We'll have some good protests in Brighton! Then, when our lecturers are fined for brawling, we'll instruct them _not to pay the fine_, but to go to prison for a fortnight instead! Of course, it'll be considered 'andsomely in their salaries. Then we'll send them round the country with a magic lantern and a rousing lecture. 'Imprisoned by the Romanisers,' 'In Gaol for the Protestant Faith!' or something like that."