Quin looked at him quizzically. "I can receive and obey the orders of the commanding officer," he said.
Mr. Bangs, being humor-proof, evidently considered this impertinent, and repeated his question sharply.
"Oh, I'll do anything," said Quin rashly. "Soldiers can't be choosers these days."
Mr. Bangs cast a critical eye on his strong, well built frame:
"We might use you in the factory," he said indifferently; "we need all the strike-breakers we can get."
Quin's face fell. "I don't know about that," he said slowly. "I haven't made up my mind yet about this union business."
"I thought you were helping the union men in the yard just now."
"I was helping that little Irishman that was getting the life choked out of him."
Mr. Bangs's mouth became a hard, straight line.
"Then I take it you sympathize with the strikers?"