CHAPTER XXVII.
JIMMIE HIGGINS VOTES FOR DEMOCRACY
I.
Another day had come—though Jimmie did not know it in his dungeon. All he knew was that Sergeant Perkins returned, and stood looking at him, picking his teeth with a quill. This little Bolshevik had stood the water-cure longer than any man whom Perkins had ever known, and he wondered vaguely what sort of damned fool he was, what he thought he was accomplishing, anyhow.
But it was necessary to keep after him, for Perkins knew that his career was at stake. He was supposed to have found out something, and he hadn’t! So he ordered Jimmie tied up by the thumbs, the poor thumbs that were swollen to three times their normal size, and nearly black in colour. But now Jimmie’s good Mother Nature interfered to stop the proceedings; the pain was
