Jimmie, of course, was a draft-evader, one of the hated “slackers”. Ordinarily, he would have told Emil, and the two of them would have grinned. But now Emil was in khaki, Emil was a patriot; perhaps it would not be wise to trust him entirely! “They haven't got me yet,” said Jimmie; and then, “I ain't so sure as I used to be, but I ain't ready to be a soldier--I dunno's I could stand bein' bossed like that fellow does it.” Emil laughed. “Don't you suppose I want to learn?” “But does he need to call you names?” “That's part of the game--nobody minds that. He's putting the pep into us--and we want it in.” Jimmie found that such a new point of view that he didn't know what to reply. “You see,” the other went on, “if you really want to fight, you go in for it; it's quite remarkable how your feelings change. You imagine yourself in the presence of the enemy, and you know your success depends on discipline; if there's a leader, and especially if you feel that he knows his business, you're glad to have him to teach you, to make the whole machine do what you want it to. I know it sounds funny from me, but I've learnt to love discipline.” And Emil laughed, a nervous laugh. “This army means business, let me tell you; and it's got right down to it. They've been fighting three and a half years over in Europe, and they send their best men over to show us, and we dig in and learn--I tell you, we work as if the devil was after us!” V It sounded so strange to hear things like this from the lips of Emil Forster! Jimmie could hardly make them real to himself--the world was slipping from under his feet. The Socialist movement was being seduced--won over by the militarists! He didn't quite dare to say this; but he hinted, cautiously, “Ain't you afraid maybe we'll get used to fightin'--to discipline and all that? Maybe they'll trick us--the plutes.” “I know,” said the other. “I've thought of that, and I've no doubt they'll try it--they want universal training for that very purpose. We have to fight them, that's all; we have to fight right now--to make clear why we're going into this war. We have to hold it before the people--that this is a war to bring democracy to the whole world. If we can fix that in people's minds, the imperialists won't have a look in.” “If you could do it, of course--” began Jimmie, hesitatingly. “But we ARE doing it!” cried Emil. “We're doing it day by day. Look at this strike here in Leesville.” “What strike?” “Didn't you know there'd been another walk-out in the Empire Shops?” “No, I didn't.” “The men went out, and the government sent an arbitration commission, and forced both sides to accept an award. They broke old Granitch down--made him recognize the union and grant the basic eight-hour day.”