"Sure! We can hire strong-arm--" "No!" said H. R., decisively. Andrew Barrett, who had begun to look hopeful, frowned at his leader's negative, and said, desperately, "Something has got to be done!" When human beings say "Something" in that tone of voice they mean dynamite by proxy. "Certainly!" agreed H. R., absently, his mind still on Grace. Andrew Barrett stifled a groan. He whispered to Max, "It's the girl!" Max looked alarmed, then hopeful. Grace was almost as much News as H. R. himself. Andrew Barrett turned to H. R., and said, reproachfully: "Here we've made sandwiching what it is, and these infernal tightwads--" "That's the word, Barrett," cut in H. R. "Go to it, my son!" "How do you mean?" asked Barrett. "Advertise in all the papers, morning and evening." Young Mr. Barrett stared at him, then he shook his head, tapped it with his knuckles, and confessed: "Solid!" "_Give me a pencil!_" said H. R. It sounded like "Fix bayonets!" "Nothing," Mr. Onthemaker permitted himself to observe, judicially, "is so conducive to front-page publicity as intelligent violence. This is not a strike, but a cause. Look at the militants--" "There is something in that," admitted A. Barrett. "There is something," said H. R., gently, "in everything, even in Max's cranium. But, this is not a matter of principle, but of making money." "But if you first establish--" "No," interrupted H. R. "If you make money, the principle establishes itself. The situation does not call for a flash of inspiration, but for common sense. Listen carefully: Nothing is so timid as Capital!" He looked at them as if further talk were redundant, superfluous, unnecessary, a waste of time, and an insult. "Well?" said Barrett, forgetting himself and speaking impatiently. "Utilize it. Treat it as you would a problem in mathematics. You start with an axiom. Build on it. Capital is timid. Therefore, people who have money never do anything original; that is to say, venturesome; that is to say, courageous. All new enterprises are begun and carried through by people who have no money of their own to lose. I, single-handed, could defeat an army commanded by Alexander, Cæsar, Napoleon, and U. S. Grant, if I could put into the pockets of each of the enemy's private soldiers six dollars in cash. No man likes to be killed with money in his clothes. Money is fear! Fear is unreasoning. I am opposed to injecting fear into the situation. No, sir; instead, we must capitalize another human force. Have this printed. Big blank margin. All the papers." He gave them what he had written: TO THE PUBLIC We are Union Men but we are for Peace. We do not hate scabs: we pity them! We do _not_ pity Tightwads who make scabs possible. We made Sandwiching an Art, also an Honorable Occupation. We feed our hungry men out of our Hunger Fund. Those who work support those who can't, until they in turn find work.