Chapter 29: The Bomb

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌⁠Walker Farr, towering over their heads, talked to the men in whose midst he stood.

Mere eloquence no longer avails in these days of cynical disbelief in the motives of political orators. But this young man who stood there was sincerity incarnate. The wonderful and mystic magnetic quality which wins men and inspires confidence radiated from him. And every now and then, as he glanced up at one face i