The tall figure with the double scarlet cross on his breast removed his helmet and faced the men.
“Boys,” began John Graham, “you have assembled here to-night for the last time as members of the Invisible Empire!”
“Hell!”
“What’s that?”
The exclamations, half incredulous, half angry, came from every direction with suddenness and unanimity which showed the men to be utterly unprepared for such an announcement.
“Yes,” the even voice went on, “I hold in my hand an official order of the Grand Wizard of the Empire, dissolving its existence for all time. Our Commander-in-chief has given the word. As loyal members of the order, we accept his message.”
“Then our parade to-night was not a defiance of these soldiers who have marched into town?” sneered a voice.
“No, Steve Hoyle, it was not. Our parade to-night was in accordance with this order of dissolution. It was our last formal appearance. Our work is done——”
Steve saw in a flash his opportunity to defeat his enemy and make himself not only the master of his Congressional District but of the state itself.
“Not by a damn sight!” snapped the big square jaw.