ich-men must join the union; that as soon as he and the
other present sandwichers were enrolled on its books no more members
would be admitted, except as a superabundance of jobs justified
additional admissions; and at that it would require a nine-tenths vote
to elect, thus preventing a surplus of labor and likewise a slump in
wages. The union would compel advertisers in the future to pay twenty
cents an hour and would guarantee both steady work and these wages to
its members; there would be neither an initiation fee nor strike-fund
assessments; the dues of one cent a day were collectible only when the
member worked and received union wages for his day's work. Any member
could lay off any time he felt like it, unmulcted and unfired. There was
only one thing that all sandwich-men had to do to be in good standing;
obey the secretary and treasurer of the union--Mr. H. Rutgers--in all
union matters.

The sandwich business, once unionized, would become a lucrative
profession and therefore highly moral, and therefore its members would
automatically cease to be pariahs, notwithstanding congenital fitness
for same. Anybody who cannot only defy Nature, but make her subservient
to the wishes of an infinitely higher intelligence, is fit to be a
labor-leader. And he generally is.

Fleming agreed to round up those of his colleagues whose peregrinations
extended south of Chambers Street. He would ask them to come to the
Battery on the next day at noon.

So thrilled was Hendrik by his rescue-work among the wreckages that it
never occurred to him to doubt his own success. This made him know
exactly what to say to Fleming.

"Don't just ask them to come. Tell them that there will be free beers
and free grub. Tell them anything you damn please, but bring them! _Do
you hear me?_" He gripped the sandwich-man's arm so tightly that
Fleming's lips began to quiver. "And if you don't bring a bunch, God
help you!"

"Ye-yes, sir; I will. Sure!" whimpered Fleming, staring fascinatedly at
those eyes which both promised and menaced.

And in Fleming's own eyes Hendrik saw the four "B's" which form the
great equation of all democracies: _Bread + Bludgeon = Born Boss!_

Such men always know how to _say_ everything. This is more important
than _thinking_ anything.

"Remember the beer!" Brother Hendrik spoke pleasantly, and Fleming
nodded eagerly. "And get on the job," hissed Secretary Rutgers; and
Fleming shivered and hurried away before the li