Those indictments, those injunctions-- how
powerful the enemy were! How could such an enemy, aroused new
and inflexibly resolved, be combatted?--especially when one had
no money, no way of reaching the people, no chance to organize.
``Dr. Charlton has told you?'' said Selma.
``Day before yesterday,'' replied Victor. ``Why do you look so
down-in-the-mouth, Selma?''
``It isn't easy to be cheerful, with you ill and the paper
destroyed,'' replied she.
``But I'm not ill, and the paper isn't destroyed,'' said Victor.
``Never were either I or it doing such good work as now.'' His
eyes were dancing. ``What more could one ask than to have such
stupid enemies as we've got?''
Selma did not lift her eyes. To her those enemies seemed
anything but stupid. Had they not ruined the League?
``I see you don't understand,'' pursued Victor. ``No matter.
You'll wear a very different face two weeks from now.''
``But,'' said Selma, ``exactly what you said you were afraid of
has occurred. And now you say you're glad of it.''
``I told you I was afraid Dick Kelly would make the one move that
could destroy us.''
``But he has!'' cried Selma.
Victor smiled. ``No, indeed!'' replied he.
``What worse could he have done?''
``I'll not tell you,'' said Victor. ``I'd not venture to say
aloud such a dangerous thing as what I'd have done if I had been
in his place. Instead of doing that, he made us. We shall win
this fall's election.
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