Alone, he knew he could do nothing; yet whither should he turn for help?
To rival capitalist groups?
They would not even listen to him; or, if they listened and believed, they would only combine with the plotters, or else, on their own hook, try to emulate them.

To the labor movement?
It would mock him as a chimerical dreamer, despite all his proofs.

At best, he might start a few ineffectual strikes, petty and futile, indeed, against this vast, on-moving power.

To the Socialists?
They, through their press and speakers--in case they should believe him and co-operate with him--could, indeed, give the matter vast publicity and excite popular opposition; but, after all, could they abort the plan?
He feared they could not.

The time, he knew, was not yet ripe when Labor, on the political field, could meet and overthrow forces such as these.
And so, for all his fevered thinking, he got no radical, no practical solution of the terrible problem.