"We're discovered," says I. "Here's someone that hints polite how we're a bunch of strong-arms organized to rob the widow and orphan of their daily bread." Mr. Robert takes one sniff, then holds it at arm's length while he runs it through. Gets a chuckle out of him, too. "It's rather evident," says he, "that Mrs.
The poor women and children!" "There'll be trouble if they try to turn a wheel or bring in scab labor." He laughed, so that his white teeth showed. "The first thing they did was to telephone for the police. I suppose this kid with a whole day's experience in the business will be calling in strike breakers and strong-arms and gunmen....Well, let him bring it down on himself if he wants to.
"Come inside. That's a hell of a mess, ain't it!" he added plaintively as Banneker complied. "Some of those poor Hunkies have got their tickets and can't use 'em." "I'd see that they got their train, if this was my station," asserted Banneker. "Yes, you would! With that gang of strong-arms against you." "Chase 'em," advised Banneker simply.