"Half a dozen. I couldn't beg more."
"Better send some of them out to have that coal cleared away."
"I tried to, but they said it wasn't their duty, an' I couldn't get any satisfaction at City Hall. You know how these cops are."
"Couldn't you have a detail of your own men do it?"
"I'd like to first-rate; but it'd mean a fight, an' we don't want to put ourselves in the position, to the public, of courtin' that. Mr. Forbes said Saturday——"
"He was right. How many men have you in good shape?"
"Seventy-two. I'd send for more, but they're on a job at Hazleton."
"Will City Hall send more police if there's trouble?"
"Not till they can't help doin' it."
The hours passed slowly. Luke made the rounds of the mill as the commander of a fortress inspects it before an attack. He saw that the strike-breakers, an anxious lot of men, were stationed at the vulnerable places, and he talked again with Breil.