"You don't think much of this strike, do you, Mr. Reed?" said Andy to me one night.
"Don't think there's going to be any, Andy."
He laughed knowingly.
"What actual grievance have the boys?" I asked.
"The trouble's on the East End," he replied, evasively.
"Is that any reason for calling a thousand men out on this end?"
"If one goes out, they all go."
"Would you go out?"
"Would I? You bet!"
"A man with a home and a wife and a baby boy like yours ought to have more sense."