The Grimmest of Reapers found the most uncomfortable chair in the room, sat, and began reading. The first page was peeled off and dropped to the floor; the second; the third; and finally, the entire effort was strewn beside Sowles, who rose in what he undoubtedly considered righteous wrath. "You've missed the whole _Message!_" he hissed. "Sir?" "All this Pollyanna frou-frou is all right as frosting--but you've left out the _cake!_" Cam was momentarily spooked--and not "on account of the account," either. Sowles looked fully capable of loosing a full-fledged Inquisition, complete with rack and thumbscrew, at Cam's well-barbered head. Sowles continued to fulminate. "You haven't got one word in there about our _enemies!_" "But Father, I refer several times to the Slave World and its evil rulers...." "Not just _Them!_ What about the traitors in our midst--the sinister cabal of pinko liberals and moderate conservatives that have undermined our defenses...." "I thought the Smirch Society had staked out that claim," said Cam. "Bah! The Smirchers are too mealy-mouthed for the needs of the hour. I think _they're_ a little soft on Communism. And what about the race mongrelizers?" spluttered Sowles. "Trying to subvert America with an Afro-Asian Trojan Horse!" "I suppose you can trace your ancestry all the way back to Caligula," muttered Everett. "That's right, you human sewer! If I hadn't been assured you might be of use to the Cause--" He left the sentence unfinished. "I get the picture, Father." Cam ushered Sowles to the door. "We'll get the new draft out right away." "And don't forget the economic heretics," Sowles shouted as the door closed on him. "The fiends that concocted the income tax, and Social Security, and the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation, and...." "Wow," breathed Cam, when the torrent was finally cut off. "How do you like Galahad now?" asked Ev from the bar. "Build me one too," answered Cam. * * * * * Nevertheless, the revision had to be done, and done it was. "That'll have 'em seein' Red, all right," pronounced Everett. "It's got everything in it except a declaration of war on Switzerland," said Cam ruefully. "Quiet--or he'll hear about that, and want it too," said Ev. * * * * *