"All right," said the chief. "And if you take my advice, you'll get
the first train out of Lockmanville and never show your face in it
again. Now get out of here!"
And Samuel got out, and went down the street dumb with dismay. So they
had got the police after him!
Of course he would make his speech. He could not let himself be
stopped by such a thing as that. But he saw at once how matters were
complicated--if the police were to stop him before he had made clear
what he had to say, they might ruin all his plans.
He must seek advice about it; and he went at once to the carpet
factory, and sought out the little room where the Bremers sat with
their drawing boards and paints.
"So that's it!" exclaimed Johann. "They vill shut you up!"
"Do you think they can?" asked the boy.
"Sure they can!" cried the other. "They hafn't let the Socialists
speak on the streets for years. We should haf fought them!"
He reached for his coat. "Come," he said. "I vill take you to see Tom
Everley."
"Who is Tom Everley?" asked the boy.
"He's a lawyer, and he vill tell you. He's the secretary of the
local."
"A Socialist!" exclaimed Samuel, startled. Again it was the
Socialists!
Everley sat in a little office in an out-of-the-way street. He was a
young chap, frank and boyish-looking, and Samuel's heart warmed to him
at once. "Comrade Everley," said the carpet designer, "here is a boy
you ought to help.
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