know what I mean.

'And before we say good-night, men, I want to know if the time is not
come when all of you who mean to be better than you are should join in
putting from us this thing that has brought sorrow and shame to us and
to those we love? You know what I mean. Some of you are strong; will you
stand by and see weaker men robbed of the money they save for those far
away, and robbed of the manhood that no money can buy or restore?

'Will the strong men help? Shall we all join hands in this? What do you
say? In this town we have often seen hell, and just a moment ago we were
all looking into heaven, "the sweet and blessed country." O men!' and
his voice rang in an agony through the building--'O men! which shall be
ours? For Heaven's dear sake, let us help one another! Who will?'

I was looking out through a slit in the curtain. The men, already
wrought to intense feeling by the music, were listening with set faces
and gleaming eyes, and as at the appeal 'Who will?' Craig raised high
his hand, Shaw, Nixon, and a hundred men sprang to their feet and held
high their hands.

I have witnessed some thrilling scenes in my life, but never anything
to equal that: the one man on the platform standing at full height,
with his hand thrown up to heaven, and the hundred men below standing
straight, with arms up at full length, silent, and almost motionless.

For a moment Craig held them so; and again his voice rang out, louder,
sterner than before--

'All who mean it, say, "By God's help I will."' And back from a hundred