Braun bounced out of his chair in amazement.
"You? You knocked Pick-Axe senseless? You're joking."
But Yetta shrugged her shoulders affirmatively. And Braun began to laugh. He knew Pick-Axe. Every few days he encountered the bully in court, listened to his cold-blooded perjuries. He knew, from the girls, of his brutality. And he thought he knew Yetta. Her first speech at the Skirt-Finishers' ball had attracted his attention. He had followed her development through the four weeks of the strike with increasing interest. Above all he had been impressed with her quiet, gentle ways. The idea that she had knocked out Pick-Axe was preposterous.
But Mrs. Muscovitz added her affirmation. As he gradually got the details from them he grew more and more serious. It was the first time the enemy had had any real ground to charge them with violence. They would certainly make the most of it.
"Do you think he knows your face?" he asked Yetta.
"Sure."
Braun realized that his question had been foolish. Yetta was the most-advertised, best-known person connected with the strike.
"They'll be after you with a warrant," he said.
Yetta shrugged her shoulders.