"Ef yo' carry dis matter too far, den dere's gwine to be a strike on dis wohk.

Jess ez dis gemman sez, we ain't no slaves.

Yo' try to stop all our pleasures ebenings, an' dar's gwine be a strike---shuah!" "You may strike right now, if you wish to," Tom retorted, facing the last speaker.

"Mr.Renshaw will be prepared to pay you off within hour.

Any other man in this camp who isn't content to get along without liquor and gambling may as well strike at the same time.