With a roar a dozen returned men were on their feet.
"Steady, squad!" rang out Captain Jack's order.

"Fall into this aisle! Shun!" As if on parade the soldiers fell into line behind their captain.
"Macnamara!" he said, pointing to a huge Irishman.
"Sir!" said Macnamara.
"You see that little rat-faced chap ?" "Yes, sir." "Take your place beside him." With two steps Macnamara was beside his 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.