“I will not!” cried Jimmie, quickly. And the little stranger put his arm through Jimmie's “You come vit me, quick! I show you someting, tovarish!” VI They threaded the dark streets till they came to a row of working-men's hovels, made of logs, the cracks stuffed with mud and straw--places in which an American farmer would not have thought it proper to keep his cattle. “So live de vorkers,” said the stranger, and he knocked on the door of one of the hovels. It was unbarred by a woman with several children about her skirts, and the men entered a cabin lighted by a feeble, smoky lamp. There was a huge oven at one side, with a kettle in which cabbage was cooking. The man said nothing to the woman, but signed Jimmie to a seat before the oven, and fixed his sharp black eyes on his face. “You show me de red card?” he said, suddenly. Jimmie took off his sheepskin-lined overcoat, and unbuttoned his sweater underneath, and from an inside pocket of his jacket took out the precious card with the due-stamps initialled by the secretaries of Local Leesville and Local Hopeland and Local Ironton. The stranger studied it, then nodded. “Good! I trust you.” As he handed back the card he remarked, “My name is Kalenkin. I am Bolshevik.” Jimmie's heart bounded--though he had guessed as much, of course. “We called our local in Ironton Bolshevik,” said he. “Dey drive us out from here,” continued the Jew, “but I stay behind for propaganda. I look for comrades among de Americans, de British. I say, 'Do not fight de vorkers, fight de masters, de capitalists.' You understand?” “Sure!” said Jimmie. “If de masters find me, dey kill me. But I trust you.” “I'll not tell!” said Jimmie quickly. “You help me,” went on the other. “You go to de American soldiers, you say, 'De Russian people have been slaves so many years; now dey get free, and you come to kill dem and made dem slaves again!' Vy iss it? Vat vill dey say, tovarish?” Jimmie answered: “They say they want to lick the Kaiser.” “But we help to lick de Kaiser! Ve fight him!” “They say you've made peace with him!” “Ve fight vit propaganda--de vay de Kaiser fear most of all. Ve spend millions of roubles, we print papers, leaflets--you know, comrade, vat Socialists do. Ve send dem into Germany, we drop dem by aeroplanes, we have printing-presses in--vat you call it, de Suisse, de Nederland--everyvere. De Germans read, dey tink, dey say. Vy do we fight for de Kaiser, vy do we not be free like de Russians? I know it, tovarish, I have talked vit many German soldiers. It goes like a fire in Germany. Maybe it take time--a year--two years--but some day people see de Bolsheviki vere right, dey know de vorkers, de heart of de vorkers--dey have de life, de fire dat cannot be put out in de heart!” “Sure,” said Jimmie. “But you can't tell things like that to the doughboys.”