He said no more. Now that the stimulant of his excited words was gone, Ruth felt her fatigue. Engrossed by his emotions he had swung along at a pace that had taxed her lesser stride. "Shall we not sit down," she suggested; and they found a bench on a pinnacle of rock from whence they looked down through a criss-cross of bare branches upon a sun-polished lagoon, and upon the files of people curving along the paths. Tom removed his hat, and Ruth turning to face him took in anew the details of his head--the strong, square, smooth-shaven face, the broad forehead, moist and banded with pink where his hat had pressed, the hair that clung to his head in tight brown curls. Looked,--and felt herself growing small, and the men of her acquaintance growing small. And thought.... Yes, that was it; it was his purpose that made him big. "You have kept me so interested that I've not yet asked you about your fight against Mr. Foley," she said, after a moment. Tom told her all that had been done. "But is there no other way of getting at the men except by seeing them one by one?" she asked. "That seems such a laborious way of carrying on a campaign. Can't you have mass-meetings?" Tom shook his head. "In the first place it would be hard to get the men out; they're tired when they come home from work, and then a lot of them don't want to openly identify themselves with us. And in the second place Foley'd be likely to fill the hall with his roughs and break the meeting up." "But to see the men individually! And you say there are twenty-five hundred of them. Why, that's impossible!" "Yes. A lot of the men we can't find. They're out when we call." "Why not send a letter to every member?" asked Ruth, suggesting the plan to her most obvious. "A letter?" "A letter that would reach them a day or two before election! A short letter, that drove every point home!" She leaned toward him excitedly. "Good!" Tom brought his fist down on his knee. Ruth knew the money would have to come from his pocket. "Let's see. It would cost, for stamps, twenty-five dollars; for the letters--they could be printed--about fifteen dollars; for the envelopes six or seven dollars. Say forty-five or fifty dollars." Fifty dollars was a great deal to Tom--saved little by little. But he hesitated only a moment. "All right. If we can influence a hundred men, one in twenty-five, it'll be worth the money." A thoughtful look came over his face. "What is it?" Ruth asked quickly. "I was thinking about the printing and other things. Wondering how I could get away from work to see to it." "Won't you let me look after that for you?" Ruth asked eagerly. "I look after all our printing. I can leave the office whenever I'm not busy, you know. It would take only a few minutes of my time." "It really wouldn't?" Tom asked hesitantly. "It wouldn't be any trouble at all. And I'd be glad to do it."