We're the farmer's friends, huh?
Hay'll be worth fifty dollars a ton in this valley before we're through--but there won't be no horses left to haul it to town! There's thousands of right boes all across the country now.

If fourteen thousand iron and steel people was out at one time in Cleveland, what couldn't we do, if we once got a good strike started all across the country, now the war is done?
We've made 'em raise wages time and again, haven't we?
I tell you, freedom's coming to its own." Cleveland! Mary Warren pricked up her ears.

She had reason; for now the voice went on, mentioning a name which Annie Squires had made familiar--Dorenwald, Charlie Dorenwald, the foreman in the rolling rooms! "Charlie Dorenwald's the head of that bunch.

He's a good man.

You know what he pulled in Youngstown." "Well, I don't know," said one voice, "they lynched a man in Illinois.
America's getting lawless! Think about lynching people! It ain't right!" "There's nothing they won't do," said Big Aleck's voice, virtuously.
"They ask us we shall have respect for a Government that lets people lynch folks!" "You didn't see any one when you was down in the road, Aleck ?" asked some one again, uneasily.
"I told you, no.