one of the corners, land asked what it meant.

"Some sort of a meeting," said the Major.

They came nearer, and saw a torch, with a man standing near it,
above the heads of the crowd.

"It looks like a political meeting," said Montague, "but it can't
be, now--just after election."

"Probably it's a Socialist," said the Major. "They're at it all the
time."

They crossed the avenue, and then they could see plainly. The man
was lean and hungry-looking, and he had long arms, which he waved
with prodigious violence. He was in a frenzy of excitement, pacing
this way and that, and leaning over the throng packed about him.
Because of a passing train the two could not hear a sound.

"A Socialist!" exclaimed Montague, wonderingly. "What do they want?"

"I'm not sure," said the other. "They want to overthrow the
government."

The train passed, and then the man's words came to them: "They force
you to build palaces, and then they put you into tenements! They
force you to spin fine raiment, and then they dress you in rags!
They force you to build jails, and then they lock you up in them!
They force you to make guns, and then they shoot you with them! They
own the political parties, and they name the candidates, and trick