``They're a thousand missionaries--apostles--yes, apostle is the
name for them. They live and breathe and think and talk only the
ideas Victor Dorn believes and fights for. And whenever he wants
anything done --anything for the cause--why, there are a thousand
men ready to do it.''

``Why?'' said Jane.

``Victor Dorn,'' said Hull. ``Do you wonder that he interests
me? For instance, to-night: you see how it's raining. Well,
Victor Dorn had them print to-day fifty thousand leaflets about
this strike--what it means to his cause. And he has asked five
hundred of his men to stand on the corners and patrol the streets
and distribute those dodgers. I'll bet not a man will be
missing.''

``But why?'' repeated Jane. ``What for?''

``He wants to conquer this town. He says the world has to be
conquered--and that the way to begin is to begin--and that he has
begun.''

``Conquer it for what?''

``For himself, I guess,'' said Hull. ``Of course, he professes
that it's for the public good. They all do. But what's the
truth?''

``If I saw him I could tell you,'' said Jane in the full pride of