"Halleyloolyah, I'm a bum—bum!..."
The boyish voice continued:
"Oh, why don't you work
Like other men do?
How in Hell can I work
When there's no work to do?"
"That's their logic," said Forbes fretfully. He nodded toward the street. "How can you argue with people of that sort?"
"It didn't strike me that you were arguing," said Luke. "What are you going to do?"
"What I said."
"You meant it, then?"
"Every word. I've taken your advice, after all: I've employed that strike-breaker: Breil, you know."
Luke had heard of him. Breil, he knew, owned several hundred fighting-men and took them to all parts of the country under the pretense that they were workers anxious to start the wheels of industries stopped by strikers. Wherever Breil went, trouble followed.
"Then you'd better employ the Pinkertons, too," said Luke.