"Well," said Forbes, "you'll see that I'm right if you keep on antagonizing these people."
"We can starve them out."
"Not before there is violence."
"The law will defend us there. We'll have the police: they can't deny us adequate protection in such a matter—and if we have to, we'll get the Governor to call out the troops."
Forbes argued and pleaded for a long time, but to no avail. Luke would not go over to his enemies: the strike must proceed.
"I've got to leave you now," he said. "I'll have to have a statement ready about this for the papers first thing in the morning. Perhaps I'll get out of the Subway at Fourteenth Street and open up the League's headquarters and get it ready there."
It was Betty that stopped this plan.
"You'll do nothing of the sort," she ordered. "You're tired out. I won't let you kill yourself." She kissed him on the mouth. "You must promise me to go straight to the Arapahoe and to sleep."
At the touch of her lips, he softened.
"All right," he promised, "but I'm no more sleepy now than you said you were an hour ago."