“I will have other help for you there,” he said. “Before you go home to-night there will be a printer here with a bundle of pamphlets I am having printed for you.”
Advised by the soft-eyed Jewish girl, he told off others to get additional names for the mailing list he wanted, getting many important ones from girls in the room. Six of the girls he asked to come in the morning to help him with addressing and mailing letters. The Jewish girl he told to take charge of the girls at work in the room—on the morrow to become also an office—and to superintend getting the names.
Frank rose at the back of the room.
“Who are you anyway?” he asked.
“A man with money and the ability to win this strike,” Sam told him.
“What are you doing it for?” demanded Frank.
The Jewish girl sprang to her feet.
“Because he believes in these women and wants to help,” she explained.
“Rot,” said Frank, going out at the door.
It was snowing when the meeting ended, and Sam and the Jewish girl finished their talk in the hallway leading to her room.