What would labor do when the spell of consecration to the war was gone and the pride of war wages must go before a fall? The time would come abruptly when the spectacle of employers begging men to work at any price would be changed to the spectacle of employers having no work for men––at any price.
The laborers would not surrender without a battle. They had tasted power and big money and they would not be lulled by economic explanations.
Mamise came upon Davidge one day in earnest converse with a faithful old toiler who had foreseen the same situation and wanted to know what his boss thought about it.
Iddings had worked as a mechanic all his life. He had worked hard, had lived sober, had turned his wages over to his wife, and spent them on his home and his children.
He was as good a man as could be found. Latterly he had been tormented by two things, the bitterness of increasing infirmities and dwindling power and the visions held out to him by Jake Nuddle and the disciples Jake had formed before he was taken away.
As Mamise came up in her overalls Iddings was saying:
“It ain’t right, boss, and you know it. When a man like me works as hard as I done and cuts out all the fun and the booze and then sees old age comin’ on and nothin’ saved to speak of and no chance to save more’n a few hundred dollars, whilst other men has millions––why, I’m readin’ the other day of a woman spendin’ eighty thousand dollars on a fur coat, and my old woman slavin’ like a horse all her life and goin’ round in a plush rag––I tell you it ain’t right and you can’t prove it is.”
“I’m not going to try to,” said Davidge. “I didn’t build 327 the world and I can’t change it much. I see nothing but injustice everywhere I look. It’s not only among men, but among animals and insects and plants. The weeds choke out the flowers; the wolves eat up the sheep unless the dogs fight the wolves; the gentle and the kind go under unless they’re mighty clever. They call it the survival of the fittest, but it’s really the survival of the fightingest.”
“That’s what I’m comin’ to believe,” said Iddings. “The workman will never get his rights unless he fights for ’em.”
“Never.”