"You have kept me so interested that I've not yet asked you about your fight against Mr. Foley," she said, after a moment.
Tom told her all that had been done.
"But is there no other way of getting at the men except by seeing them one by one?" she asked. "That seems such a laborious way of carrying on a campaign. Can't you have mass-meetings?"
Tom shook his head. "In the first place it would be hard to get the men out; they're tired when they come home from work, and then a lot of them don't want to openly identify themselves with us. And in the second place Foley'd be likely to fill the hall with his roughs and break the meeting up."
"But to see the men individually! And you say there are twenty-five hundred of them. Why, that's impossible!"
"Yes. A lot of the men we can't find. They're out when we call."
"Why not send a letter to every member?" asked Ruth, suggesting the plan to her most obvious.
"A letter?"
"A letter that would reach them a day or two before election! A short letter, that drove every point home!" She leaned toward him excitedly.
"Good!" Tom brought his fist down on his knee.