Jim King.
(Stands on tip-toe and looks over the crowd, then turns back to Masters)
Didn't you think and didn't I think and Wes
That when they cut the pie we'd get our share,
One big long table with no head and tail
But all the boys the same, and everything
Piled on it and divided?
(The group about Dicey become more noisy)
Voice.
(From the crowd)
Put him out!
(Dicey comes from the centre of the group and catches sight of King, who beckons to him)
First Workman.
(From the group)