“I am,” announced Evans, in a somewhat unsteady tone. “Head of the movement.”
“That so?” muttered Griscom. “Movement can’t amount to much, then. Now then, Jim Evans, just one word. We came here out of courtesy to the union. We are members in good 109 standing, and we represent the majority. At the meeting last night we voted you out as seceders. I am authorized to inform you that from now on no attention whatever will be paid to your crowd here.”
“Is that so?” sneered Evans. “I reckon we’ll attract some attention when we get in action. We have started our own union. We are going to break up the old one. Whoever comes in now to help us holds his job. Whoever don’t, will get downed somewhere along the line, and don’t you forget it.”
“Being in the wrong,” predicted Griscom steadily, “you won’t succeed.”
“Will you sign the roll?”
“No.”
“Nor Fairbanks?”
“Let the lad speak for himself,” said Griscom.
“I know little about these complications, Mr. Evans,” said Ralph. “I pay my dues, and we are upheld in our positions by the central union. In the present instance I stand by the regular men.”
Evans angrily picked up a sheet of paper. He scribbled upon it hastily.