“We have a special lodge of the leaders and lieutenants and secretaries from all the clubs, and again in every lodge they choose a master, that’s the highest; and then a Jack, he’s like a lieutenant; and a Teller, he’s the sort of secretary and president. We have lodges in all the biggish places. And then all the masters of the lodges of the five states of Australia keep in touch, and they choose five masters who are called the Five, and these five agree among themselves which order shall stand in: first, second, third, fourth, and fifth. When once they’ve chosen the first, then he has two votes towards the placing of the other four. And so they settle it. And then they grade the five Jacks and the five Tellers. I tell it you just in rough, you know.” “Yes. And what are you?” “I’m a master.” Richard was still trying to see himself in connection with it all. He tried to piece together all that Jack had been letting off at him. Returned soldiers’ clubs, chiefly athletics, with a more or less secret core to each club, and all the secret cores working together secretly in all the state under one chief head, and apparently with military penalties for any transgression. It was not a bad idea. And the aim, apparently, a sort of revolution and a seizing of political power. “How long have you been started?” he asked. “About eighteen months--nearly two years altogether.” Somers was silent, very much impressed, though his heart felt heavy. Why did his heart feel so heavy? Politics--conspiracy--political power: it was all so alien to him. Somehow, in his soul he always meant something quite different, when he thought of action along with other men. Yet Australia, the wonderful, lonely Australia, with her seven million people only--it might begin here. And the Australians, so queer, so absent, as it were, leaving themselves out all the time--they might be capable of a beautiful unselfishness and steadfastness of purpose. Only--his heart refused to respond. “What is your aim, though? What do you want, finally?” he asked rather lamely. Jack hesitated, and his grip on the other man’s arm tightened. “Well,” he said. “It’s like this. We don’t talk a lot about what we intend: we fix nothing. But we start certain talks, and we listen, so we know more or less what most of the ordinary members feel like. Why, the plan is more or less this. The Labour people, the reds, are always talking about a revolution, and the Conservatives are always talking about a disaster. Well, we keep ourselves fit and ready for as soon as the revolution comes--_or_ the disaster. Then we step in, you see, and we are the revolution. We’ve got most of the trained fighting men behind us, and we can _make_ the will of the people, don’t you see: if the members stand steady. We shall have ‘Australia’ for the word. We stand for Australia, not for any of your parties.”