He picked up his scissors and resumed his surgery, while Farnham wrote his advertisement. The man took it, and threw it into a tin box, blew a whistle, and the box disappeared through a hole in the ceiling. A few minutes later the boys were crying the paper in the streets. The advertisement was in these words: "Veterans, Attention! All able-bodied veterans of the Army of the Potomac, and especially of the Third Army Corps, are requested to meet at seven this evening, at No. -- Public Square." From the newspaper office Farnham went to a gunsmith's. The dealer was a German and a good sportsman, whom Farnham knew very well, having often shot with him in the marshes west of the city. His name was Leopold Grosshammer. There were two or three men in the place when Farnham entered. He waited until they were gone, and then said: "Bolty, have you two dozen repeating rifles?" "Ja wohl! Aber, Herr Gott, was machen Sie denn damit?" "I don't know why I shouldn't tell you. They think there may be a riot in town, and they tell me at the City Hall that everybody must look out for himself. I am going to try to get up a little company of old soldiers for patrol duty." "All right, mine captain, and I will be the first freiwilliger. But I don't dink you wants rifles. Revolvers and clubs--like the pleecemen-- dat's de dicket." "Have you got them?" "Oh, yes, and the belts thereto. I got der gondract to furnish 'em to de city." "Then you will send them, wrapped up in bundles, to my office in the Square, and come yourself there at seven." "Freilich," said Leopold, his white teeth glistening through his yellow beard at the prospect of service. Farnham spent an hour or two visiting the proprietors of the large establishments affected by the strikes. He found, as a rule, great annoyance and exasperation, but no panic. Mr. Temple said, "The poor ------ fools! I felt sorry for them. They came up here to me this morning,--their committee, they called it,--and told me they hated it, but it was orders! 'Orders from where?' I asked. 'From the chiefs of sections,' they said; and that was all I could get out of them. Some of the best fellows in the works were on the committee. They put 'em there on purpose. The sneaks and lawyers hung back." "What will they do if the strike should last?" asked Farnham. "They will be supported for awhile by the other mills. Our men are the only ones that have struck so far. They were told off to make the move, just as they march out a certain regiment to charge a battery. If we give in, then another gang will strike." "Do you expect to give in?" "Between us, we want nothing better than ten days' rest. We want to repair our furnaces, and we haven't a ---- thing to do. What I told you this morning holds good. There won't be any riot. The whole thing is solemn fooling, so far."