"Only a few," admitted Pete; "an' them few ain't the whole cheese yet. Me, I can live on three seventy-five, but I don't see how you married men do."
"Especially with scabs stealin' your jobs," growled Bill, glancing again at the two men working along the building's edge.
"I told you Foley'd look after them," said Barry, who had joined the group for a moment. "It hustles most of us to keep up with the game," he went on, in answer to Pete's last remark. "Some of us don't. An' rents an' everything else goin' up. I don't know what we're goin' to do."
"That's easy," said Pete. "Get more money or live cheaper."
"How're we goin' to live cheaper?" demanded Bill.
"I'm for more money," declared Bill.
"Well, I reckon I wear the same size shoe," said Pete. "More money—that's me."
"And me," "and me," joined in the other men, except Johnson.
"It's about time we were gettin' more," Pete advanced. "The last two years the bosses have been doin' the genteel thing by their own pockets, all right."