Decrease the number of wage earners and you increase wages, don't you?
don't you ?" Absolutely stupid, and understanding never a word, McTeague would answer: "Yes, yes, that's it--self-control--that's the word." "It's the capitalists that's ruining the cause of labor," shouted Marcus, banging the table with his fist till the beer glasses danced; "white-livered drones, traitors, with their livers white as snow, eatun the bread of widows and orphuns; there's where the evil lies." Stupefied with his clamor, McTeague answered, wagging his head: "Yes, that's it; I think it's their livers." Suddenly Marcus fell calm again, forgetting his pose all in an instant.
"Say, Mac, I told my cousin Trina to come round and see you about that tooth of her's.

She'll be in to-morrow, I guess.".