“What do you mean?” asked Brownell; “talk!”
“Why, they suspœnaed me into Jim Hooper’s place an’ made me tell everything Lieutenant ’Cormack said that night he met them strike leaders in Donatello’s shop.”
“For the love of Pete! I didn’t know he met them.”
“Sure he met ’em. I was there.”
“What did you say he told them?”
“Why, now, I said he told ’em he believed them men o’ Barriscale’s had a right to their jobs, and if Barriscale didn’t give ’em back to ’em they had a right to take ’em anyway.”
“Yes; go on!”
Brownell was gripping the arms of his chair in grim despair.
“An’ he said—he said ’at he wouldn’t never give no orders to no soldiers to shoot workin’ men tryin’ to git their places back.”