beard tossing in the breeze, he looked the dashing leader.

"There's only one thing to do," he said. "We're surrounded in this
place. We must go to the Home, make common cause with the
prisoners there, and lead them in a sudden sally of escape."





CHAPTER VI

DEPARTED SPIRITS


If Bishop Chuff desired to make people stop thinking about
alcohol, his plan of seizing them and shutting them up in the
grounds of the Federal Home at Cana was a quaint way of attaining
this purpose. For all the victims, who had been suddenly arrested
in the course of their daily concerns, accused (before a rum-head
court martial) of harboring illicit alcoholic desires, and driven
over to Cana in crowded motor-trucks, now had very little else to
brood about. In the golden light and fragrance of a summer
afternoon, here they were surrounded by all the apparatus to
restrain alcoholic excess, and not even the slightest exhilaration
of spirit to justify the depressing scene. It was annoying to see
frequent notices such as: This Entrance for Brandy-Topers; or
Vodka Patients in This Ward; or Inmates Must Not Bite Off the
Door-Knobs. It seemed carrying a jest too far when these citizens,
most of whom had not even smelt a drink in two years, found