"You want me to knuckle under?" asked Luke.
Forbes looked at him.
"Think what a strike might do to you politically," he said.
"I don't care about that."
"Your friends might."
"Not if they want to stay my friends. Besides, it can't be true. The writer of those letters hates the I.W.W. like poison. He can't have inspired them."
"Oh, not that. I know he can't. But if you'd be sensible about those letters, I believe he'd be willing to put down the trust's wages and join us in this fight."
"What did you tell the men's committee?"
"I didn't show them what I felt," said Forbes. "That would never do. You can't tell workmen what you really think. I just said if they wanted to strike, they would have to strike."
Luke flung aside Forbes's arm.