CHAPTER XVIII
IN THE SHADOW OF SONOMA
Of myself, during this period, there is not much to
say. For six months I was kept in prison, though
charged with no crime. I was a suspect — a word of
fear that all revolutionists were soon to come to know.
But our own nascent secret service was beginning to
work. By the end of my second month in prison, one
of the jailers made himself known as a revolutionist
in touch with the organization. Several weeks later,
Joseph Parkhurst, the prison doctor who had just been
appointed, proved himself to be a member of one of the
Fighting Groups.
Thus, throughout the organization of the Oligarchy, our own organization, weblike and spidery, was in- sinuating itself. And so I was kept in touch with all that was happening in the world without. And fur- thermore, every one of our imprisoned leaders was in contact with brave comrades who masqueraded in the livery of the Iron Heel. Though Ernest lay in prison three thousand miles away, on the Pacific Coast, I was in unbroken communication with him, and our letters passed regularly back and forth.
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