from rascals of the lowest type to men who are ready to risk
death for the cause which they represent and who are really
heroes of a high order. One of the latter with whom I
happened to be thrown professionally was a young fellow of
about twenty named Guthrie.

It was during a great strike, and outrages were being
committed all over the city of New York by dynamiters supposed
to be in the employ of the unions. Young Guthrie, who was a
reckless daredevil, offered his services to the employers, and
agreed to join one of the local unions and try to find out who
were the men blowing up office buildings in process of
construction and otherwise terrorizing the inhabitants of the
city. Accordingly he applied for membership in the
organization, and by giving evidence of his courage and fiber
managed to secure a place as a volunteer in the dynamiting
squad. So cleverly did he pass himself off as a bitter enemy
of capital that he was entrusted with secrets of the utmost
value and took part in making the plans and procuring the
dynamite to execute them. The quality of his nerve (as well
as his foolhardiness) is shown by the fact that he once
carried a dress-suit case full of the explosive around the
city, jumping on and off street cars, and dodging vehicles.
When the proper moment came and the dynamite had been placed
in an uncompleted building on Twenty-second Street, Guthrie
gave the signal and the police arrested the dynamiters--all of
them, including Guthrie, who was placed with the rest in a
cell in the Tombs and continued to report to the district
attorney all the information which he thus secured from his
unsuspecting associates. Indeed, it was hard to convince the