I later learned that their judgment was just like the judgment of all Reds.

That's what makes 'em Red.
"Are there many of us where you come from ?" the man asked.
"Many what ?" I asked.
"Communists, communists," he said excitedly.
I wanted to please him, because we were now cracking the melons and scooping out their luscious hearts.

So I told him how many comrades there were in each of the rolling mills where I had worked.

I had to invent the statistics out of my own head, but that head was full of intellect, so I jokingly gave him a fine array of figures.

The fact was that there may have been an addle-pated Red among the mill hands of that time, but if there was I had never met him.
The figures that I furnished Comrade Bannerman surprised him.