“Yes,” said Samuel, “they have.”
“And perhaps,” added the other with a smile, “if the congregation has a little pressure from outside, it will be much more apt to take action. What we've got to do with this thing is to make a free speech fight out of it, and open the eyes of the whole town. Otherwise the police will nip the thing in the bud, and no one will ever know what we had.”
“You must be careful how you give out those circulars,” put in Johann. “They will nip you there, if they can.”
“That's all right,” laughed Everley. “You trust the comrades for that! We know a printer we can rely on!”
Samuel drew a deep breath of satisfaction. Here was a man who understood things, and took hold with conviction—a man who was really willing to do something. It was very disconcerting that he happened to be a Socialist!
Everley took up a pencil and wrote the new announcement:
PEOPLE OF LOCKMANVILLE!
“Having made the discovery that members of the vestry of St. Matthew's Church had been bribing the city council, I demanded an investigation, and I was turned out of the church.
“I called a meeting to tell the congregation about it, but I was refused a permit to speak. Chief of Police McCullagh declared to me that I should never make my speech in this town.
“Will you stand by me?