The Cosmos people, scenting a big contract, had fostered his belief, and now, already, the work was well under way.
Subterranean methods were still sufficing; but, should these fail, others lay in the background.
Flint smiled a grim, vulturine smile as he read over the finished letters of instruction, a few minutes later.
"And to think," he mused, as he finished them, "that these fanatics believe--really believe--they can make headway anywhere in this country, now! Ten years ago, yes, they might have.

But that's not today.

Then, publie opinion--stupid and futile as it was--could still be aroused.
Then, there was a really effective labor and Socialist press.

And the Limited Franchise Bill hadn't gone through.

Neither had the enlarged Military Bill, the National Censorship nor even the Grays--the National Mounted Police.