man.

And then she remembered how they all, his associates, were like
him, proof against the evil effects of set-back and defeat. And
why were they so? Because Victor Dorn had trained them to fight
for the cause, and not for victory. ``Our cause is the right,
and in the end right is bound to win because the right is only
another name for the sensible''--that had been his teaching. And
a hardy army he had trained. The armies trained by victory are
strong; but the armies schooled by defeat--they are invincible.

When he had explained his new campaign--as much of it as he
deemed it wise at that time to withdraw from the security of his
own brain--she said:

``But it seems to me we've got a good chance to win, anyhow.''

``A chance, perhaps,'' replied he. ``But we'll not bother about
that. All we've got to do is to keep on strengthening
ourselves.''

``Yes, that's it!'' she cried. ``One added here--five there--ten
yonder. Every new stone fitted solidly against the ones already
in place.''

``We must never forget that we aren't merely building a new
party,'' said Dorn. ``We're building a new civilization--one to
fit the new conditions of life. Let the Davy Hulls patch and
tinker away at trying to keep the old structure from falling in.
We know it's bound to fall and that it isn't fit for decent