s man.

"Mr. Chairman, I protest," began the little Cockney fiercely.

"Pass him up," said the Captain sharply.

With one single motion Macnamara's hand swept the little man out of his
place into the aisle.

"Chuck him out!" said Captain Jack quietly.

From hand to hand, with never a pause, amid the jeers and laughter of
the crowd the little man was passed along like a bundle of old rags till
he disappeared through the open door.

"Who's next?" shouted Macnamara joyfully.

"As you were!" came the sharp command.

At once Macnamara stood at attention.

Captain Jack nodded to the platform.

"All right," he said quietly.

Mr. Howard E. Bigelow finished his speech in peace. He made appeal for
the closing up of the ranks of Labour in preparation for the big fight
which was rapidly coming. They had just finished with Kaiserism in
Europe but they were faced with only another form of the same spirit
in their own land. They wanted no more fighting, God knew they had had
enough of that, but there were some things dearer than peace, and Labour
was resolved to get and to hold those things which they had fought for,
"which you British and especially you Canadians shed so much blood to
win. We are making no threats, but we are not going to stand for tyranny
at the hands of any man or any class of men in this country. Only one
thing will defeat us, not the traditional enemies of our class
but disunion in our own ranks due to the fool tactics of a lot of
disgruntled and discredited traitors like the man who has just been
fired from this meeting." He asked for a committee which would take the
whole situation in hand. He closed with a promise that in any struggle
which they undertook under the guidance of their International Officers
the American Federation of Labour to their last dollar would be behind
them.

Before the formal closing of the meeting Maitland slipped quietly out.
As he reached the sidewalk a light hand touched his arm. Turning he
saw at his elbow Annette, her face aglow and her black eyes ablaze with
passionate admiration.

"Oh, Captain Jack," she panted, her hands outstretched, "you were just
wonderful! Splendid! Oh! I don't know what to say! I--" She paused in
sudden confusion. A hot colour flamed in her face. Maitland took her
hands in his.

"Hello, Annette! I saw you there. Why! What's up, little girl?"

A sudden rush of tears had filled her eyes.

"Oh, nothing. I am just excited, I guess. I don't