Speeding through the silent blackness of the night, a long freight-train was laden with a cargo more precious than fine gold-wheat Then suddenly, the hirelings of Apocryphos unleashed red destruction, and the great machine lay wrecked, its cars of priceless grain afire... Another blow in the ruthless campaign that was driving a proud people, whimpering, to slavery-overwhelmed by the cruel pangs of hunger The four horsemen of the Apocalypse, thundered...