"But your wife! How does she take it?"
Izon's face brightened.
"Oh, she's a Comrade! That's why I married her!"
"Good!" said Joe. "Then I'll go ahead. I'll speak my mind!"
"Not for me, though," cried Izon. "I'll get something else."
"Are you sure of that?" asked Joe.
"Why not?"
"Are you sure," Joe went on, "that you won't be blacklisted?"
Izon stared at him.
"Well—I suppose—I will."