Thomas Colman and Victor Dorn for
inciting a riot.

Meanwhile Victor Dorn was rapidly recovering. With rare restraint
young Dr. Charlton did not fuss and fret and meddle, did not hamper
nature with his blundering efforts to assist, did not stuff
"nourishment" into his patient to decay and to produce poisonous blood.
He let the young man's superb vitality work the inevitable and speedy
cure. Thus, wounds and shocks, that have often been mistreated by
doctors into mortal, passed so quickly that only Selma Gordon and the
doctor himself realized how grave Victor's case had been. The day he
was indicted--just a week from the riot--he was sitting up and was
talking freely.

"Won't it set him back if I tell him all that has occurred?" said Selma.

"Talk to him as you would to me," replied Charlton. "He is a sensible
man. I've already told him pretty much everything. It has kept him
from fretting, to be able to lie there quietly and make his plans."

Had you looked in upon Victor and Selma, in Colman's little transformed
parlor, you would rather have thought Selma the invalid. The man in
the bed was pale and thin of face, but his eyes had the expression of
health and of hope. Selma had great circles under her eyes and her
expression was despair struggling to conceal itself. Those
indictments, those injunctions--how powerful the enemy were! How could
such an enemy, aroused new and inflexibly resolved, be
combatted?--especially when one had no money, no way of reaching the
people, no chance to organize.

"Dr. Charlton has told you?" said Selma.

"Day before yesterday," replied Victor. "Why do you look so
down-in-the-mouth, Selma?"

"It isn't easy to be cheerful, with you ill and the paper destroyed,"
replied she.

"But I'm not ill, and the paper isn't destroyed," said Victor. "Never
were either I or it doing such good work as now." His eyes were
dancing. "What more could one ask than to have such stupid enemies as
we've got?"

Selma did not lift her eyes. To her those enemies seemed anything but
stupid. Had they not ruined the League?

"I see you don't understand," pursued Victor. "No matter. You'll wear
a very different face two weeks from now."

"But," said Selma, "exactly what you said you were afraid of has
occurred. And now you say you're glad of it."

"I told you I was afraid Dick Kelly would make the one move that could
destroy us."

"But he has!" cried Selma.

Victor smiled. "No, ind