"I want to learn," said Jack. "I want to meet men with ideas. I want to take part in the movement."
"Have you any money?"
Jack was somewhat taken aback. "A little. I'm only a working-boy."
"If you can pay, you can come to my school. It's fifteen dollars payable in advance. Afternoon or evening classes. You can come as often as you want."
"I'll come," said Jack. "I'll bring the money to-morrow. Is there some work I could do, too? For the Cause. Can I belong to a circle?"
"Circle?" said Barbarossa with a sharp glance of his little blue eyes—they were at once irascible and short-sighted, eyes of a fanatic. "What kind of a circle?"
"Liberators."
"I don't know what you're talking about. If there is any such thing, I suppose you'll be invited to belong when you've proved yourself worthy. Come to my school and I'll put some ideas into your head if it's not too English."
"Thank you, sir," said Jack rising. This was as far as he supposed he could get on the first meeting.
"By the way, who told you about me?" demanded Barbarossa.