Mr. Berman's eyes followed Tom for a dozen paces. "A very decent sort—for a workingman," he remarked.
"For any sort of a man," said Ruth, with an emphasis that surprised her. She took out her latch-key, and they entered.
Chapter X
LAST DAYS OF THE CAMPAIGN
After supper, which was eaten in the customary silence, Tom started for the Barrys' to talk over the scheme of circularizing the members of the union. He met Pete coming out of the Barrys' tenement. He joined him and, as they walked away, outlined the new plan.
"That's what I call a mighty foxy scheme," Pete approved. "It's a knock-out blow. It'll come right at the last minute, an' Foley won't have time to hit back."
Tom pointed out the difficulty of getting the membership list. "You leave that to me, Tom. It's as easy as fallin' off the twenty-third story an' hittin' the asphalt. You can't miss it."
"But what kind of a deal will you make with Connelly? He's crooked, you know."