You could do it, too, if your belly was fed, if your property was safe, if your wife had not been murdered if your children were not starving.

Easy enough then to preach law-abiding methods, legal redress, and all such rot.

But how about US ?" he vociferated.

"Ah, yes, I'm a loud-mouthed rum-seller, ain't I?
I'm a wild-eyed striker, ain't I?
I'm a blood-thirsty anarchist, ain't I?
Wait till you've seen your wife brought home to you with the face you used to kiss smashed in by a horse's hoof--killed by the Trust, as it happened to me.

Then talk about moderation! And you, Dyke, black-listed engineer, discharged employee, ruined agriculturist, wait till you see your little tad and your mother turned out of doors when S.Behrman forecloses.