“And the guards are stopping them?”
“You can use your eyes, cantcha?”
Using his eyes, Banneker considered the position. “Are those fellows on railroad property?”
“What is it to you whether they are or ain’t?”
Banneker explained his former occupation. “That’s different,” said the agent. “Come inside. That’s a hell of a mess, ain’t it!” he added plaintively as Banneker complied. “Some of those poor Hunkies have got their tickets and can’t use ’em.”
“I’d see that they got their train, if this was my station,” asserted Banneker.
“Yes, you would! With that gang of strong-arms against you.”
“Chase ’em,” advised Banneker simply. “They’ve got no right keeping your passengers off your trains.”
“Chase ’em, ay? You’d do it, I suppose.”
“I would.”