like Connolly, and they were merely taking their turn at being drilled
and disciplined. They were raised against the police who, in the big
strike of two years ago, had acted towards them with unparallelled
savagery, and the men had determined that the police would never again
find them thus disorganised.

This man believed that every member of the Citizen Army had marched with
their leader.

"The men, I know," said he, "would not be afraid of anything, and," he
continued, "they are in the Post Office now."

"What chance have they?"

"None," he replied, "and they never said they had, and they never
thought they would have any."

"How long do you think they'll be able to hold out?"

He nodded towards the house that had been bombarded by heavy guns.

"That will root them out of it quick enough," was his reply.

"I'm going home," said he then, "the people will be wondering if I'm
dead or alive," and he walked away from that sad street, as I did myself
a few minutes afterwards.