"What you going to do?" asked Burdick, as they walked toward the gate,
where his horse and buggy were hitched.

"Fight, of course," said Scarborough. "Fight Larkin and his gang in
the open. I'll get ex-Governor Bowen to let us use his name and
canvass the state for him."

Burdick shook his head sadly.

"It ain't politics," he said. "You'll split the party; then the
party'll turn and split you." And later, as they were separating,
Scarborough to drive to Saint X, Burdick to go back to Marshaltown, he
said: "I'll help all I can in a quiet way. But--I hope you've got your
cyclone cellar dug."

Scarborough laughed. "I haven't been digging a cyclone cellar. I've
been trying to manufacture a cyclone."

There were thirty-three clear days before the meeting of the
convention. He wasted not an hour of them on the manufacturing towns;
he went to the country--to the farmers and the villagers, the men who
lived each man in his own house, on his own soil from which he earned
his own living. Up and down and across the state he went, speaking,
organizing, planning, inspiring--he and the coterie of young men who
looked up to him as their leader and followed him in this desperate
assault as courageously as if victory were assured.

Not long before the convention he paused at ex-Judge Bowen's country
place and spent two hours with him in his great, quiet, cool library.

"Isn't it inspiring," Scarborough said, "to see so many young men in
arms for a principle?"

The old man slowly shook his magnificent white head and smiled at the
young man. "Principles without leaders go begging," he replied. "Men
rally to the standard only when the right voice calls. The right voice
at the right time." He laid his hand on Scarborough's shoulder with
affection and pride. "If the moment should come for you to think of
it, do not forget that the leader is the principle, and that in this
fight the leader is not I--but you."

XIX.

PAULINE GOES INTO POLITICS.

Larkin decided that the state convention should be held at Saint X
because his machine was most perfect there. The National Woolens
Company, the Consolidated Pipe and Wire Company and the Indiana Oil and
Gas Corporation--the three principal political corporations in the
state--had their main plants there and were in complete political
control. While Larkin had no fear of the Scarborough movement,
regarding it as a sentimental outburst in the rank and file of the
part