"What's the matter, Danny?" he asked.
"Got the plant picketed," asserted Danny. "Nobody can't go in or come out."
"I'm goin' in," said the other boy.
"You!" exclaimed Danny scornfully, as he suddenly caught the boy and swung him over on to the stones.
"No, I ain't, Danny," the boy hastened to say, for Danny gave every evidence of an intent to batter in his face.
"Sure?" asked Danny.
"Honest."
"This here's a strike," explained Danny.
"Oh, I didn't know that," apologized the boy. "I ain't a strike-breaker."
Danny let him up, but made him sit on another pile of stones a short distance away. He would be all right as long as he kept still, Danny explained, but no longer.