"We ask only for fair play," pursued the leader.
"Yeh; sure!" murmured Fleming, with the cold enthusiasm of all paid lieutenants of causes.
"And we must make up our minds to play fair with employers, so that employers will play fair with us."
"Like hell they will!" This was from a tall, thin, toothless chap. Reason: Tapeworm and booze. Name: Mulligan. Recreation: Chiropodist's favorite.
"I'll prove it to you," said Hendrik, very earnestly.
"Perhaps to but not by me," muttered Mulligan.
"Union wages will be twenty cents an hour."
"Never get it!" mumbled an old fellow with what they call waiter's foot—flattened arch. "Never!"
"Never," came in chorus from all the others, their voices ringing with conviction.
"I'll have the jobs to give out. I guess I know how much you'll get." The flame of hope lit fourteen pairs of blear eyes. Maybe this boob had the cash and desired to separate himself from it. All primitive people think the fool is touched of God. Hunger makes men primitive.