."

"You don't know what you are talking about," said Devilsdust. "I tell
you, if the Capitalists put down Gerard we're done for another ten
years, and by that time we shall be all used up."

"Lor! Dusty, you quite terrify one," said Caroline.

"It's a true bill though. Instead of going to the Temple we must meet on
the Moor, and in as great numbers as possible. Go you and get all your
sweethearts. I must see your father, Harriet; he must preside. We will
have the hymn of Labour sung by a hundred thousand voices in chorus. It
will strike terror into the hearts of the Capitalists. This is what we
must all be thinking of if we wish Labour to have a chance, not of going
to Chaffing Jack's and listening to silly songs. D'ye understand?"

"Don't we!" said Caroline; "and for my part for a summer eve I prefer
Mowbray Moor to all the Temples in the world, particularly if it's a
sociable party and we have some good singing."

This evening it was settled among the principal champions of the cause
of Labour, among whom Devilsdust was now included, that on the morrow
there should be a monster meeting on the Moor to take into consideration
the arrest of the delegate of Mowbray. Such was the complete
organisation of this district that by communicating with the various
lodges of the Trades Unions fifty thousand persons, or even double that
number, could within four-and-twenty hours on a great occasion and on a
favourable day be brought into the field. The morrow being a day of
rest was favourable, and the seizure of their cherished delegate was a
stimulating cause. The excitement was great, the enthusiasm earnest
and deep. There was enough distress to make people discontented without
depressing them. And Devilsdust after attending a council of the Union,
retired to rest and dreamed of strong speeches and spicy resolutions,
bands and banners, the cheers of assembled thousands, and the eventual
triumph of the sacred rights.

The post of the next morning brought great and stirring news to Mowbray.
Gerard had undergone his examination at Bow Street. It was a long and
laborious one; he was committed for trial for a seditious conspiracy,
but he was held to bail. The bail demanded was heavy; but it was
prepared and instantly proffered. His sureties were Morley and a Mr
Hatton. By this post Morley wrote to his friends, apprising them that
both Gerard and himself intended to leave London instantly, and that
they might be expected to arri