When Maraton turned round, it seemed to him that his host's face was grey.
"You come like the stormy petrel," the latter remarked bitterly.

"There is bad news to-night from the north.

We are threatened with militant labour troubles all over the country." "It is the inevitable," Maraton declared.
Mr.Foley struck the table with his fist.
"I deny it!" he cried.

"These troubles can and shall be stopped.
Legislation shall do it--amicable, if possible; brutal, if not.

But the man who is content to see his country ruined, see it presented, a helpless prey, to our enemies for the mere trouble of landing upon our shores,--that man is a traitor and deserves to be treated as such.