latively few as they are, to whom the enemies of the workers
can look for information is one of the sad features of the class
struggle. The "stool's" message was relayed to the Everett authorities
and, after being revised by the advocates of the open shop, it finally
reached the deputies in the form of a report that a boatload of I. W.
W.'s, armed to the teeth, were about to invade, pillage, and burn the
city.

At one o'clock the mill whistles blew, the mill deputies armed with
their mill clubs, mill revolvers, rifles and shotguns, assembled at the
mill headquarters--the Commercial Club--and from there were transported
in mill automobiles down the alleys and back streets to the City Dock.

Citizens were driven from the dock and a rope, guarded by armed
deputies, was stretched across the land end to prevent access by any
save men with guns. Part of the equipment of the Naval Militia was
stored in readiness at the Commercial Club--a stubborn fact for those
who deny that government is a class institution. At the Pacific Hardware
Company, deputy Dave Oswald had an auto load of rifles and ammunition
prepared for immediate transportation and use. In Captain Ramwell's
office, at the point where the rope was stretched, there were stacked a
number of high-power rifles, brought there from the same source. It is
even rumored that there was a machine gun on the dock. On the scab
tugboat Edison, moored at the north side of the dock, men armed with
rifles lay in waiting. The Everett Improvement Dock to the south was
also prepared for action. Hundreds of deputies were admitted to the City
Dock and were lined up under the direction of Sheriff McRae,
Deputy-Sheriff Jefferson Beard, and Lieutenant Charles O. Curtis, of the
Officers' Reserve Corps of the National Guard of Washington. Boards were
removed from the sides of the warehouses so as to command a view of the
landing place, and sacks of potatoes and lumber were used as partial
barricades. A few of the deputies were in the west warehouse at the
extreme end of the dock, but the majority of them were in the larger
warehouse to the east of the open docking space. Plentifully supplied
with ammunition and "booze," the cowardly deputies lay hidden in this
ambush. The scene was set and the tragedy of November Fifth about to be
staged.

As the Verona cleaved the placid, sunlit waters of the Bay and swung up
to the City Dock at Everett, shortly before two o'clock, the men were
merrily sin