"No."
Marrin was horror-stricken.
"Not a blooming anarchist?"
Joe laughed.
"No, not an anarchist."
"What are you, then? Nothing?"
"I can tell you what I'm not," said Joe.
"What?"
"I'm not any kind of an ist."
"A fine fellow!" cried Marrin. "Why, a man's got to stand for something."