"So you fellows are cutting under the strikers—you're scabs."
Izon clutched the chair harder.
"I told them so—I said, 'For God's sake, be men—strike, if this isn't stopped.'"
"And what did they say?"
"They'd think it over!"
Sally arose and spoke quietly.
"Make them meet here. I'll talk to them!"
Izon muttered darkly:
"Marrin's a dirty scoundrel!"
Joe smote his hands together.