“Who?”
“Who?” repeated Rio, in exasperation. “Capital, you bastard! Capital! You’ve eaten their sour pudding and slept on their lousy blankets!—and you ask me ‘who’! It’s Capital that smashes Labor!”
“Money and work,” said Martin serenely. “Money and work.”
Rio turned on him nervously.
“Cut out that speakin’ in tongues, or whatever the hell it is, Martin. I’ve heard you damn the Companies from Shanghai to Port Said. Anyway, what about the printin’ plant?”
“It’s closed. The boys walked out. That’s all.”
“Why?”
“The same reason they’re walking out everywhere—for better hours, better conditions.”
“When do they open?”