(Jubilant, Harvey Anderson turns and, catching up one of the mill-boys, lifts him over his head and slides him down his back, holding him by the feet. Jergens advances toward him)
A Workman.
Look out, comrade!
Harvey Anderson.
I wouldn't try it, pard, if I were you.
Jergens.
(To the men)
You'll rue this day!
(To Harvey Anderson)
We'll fix you!