"What are you doing?" retorted the police sergeant in charge.
"This here's a strike," asserted Danny. "I got the plant picketed."
"Run him in!" ordered the manager from the doorway.
"What's the row?" asked the sergeant.
"That's the row," said the manager, pointing to Danny.
"That!" exclaimed the sergeant scornfully. "You said it was a riot. You don't call that kid a riot, do you?"
"Well, it's assault and battery, anyhow," insisted the manager. "He hit me with a rock."
"Where he carries his brains," said Danny, which made the crowd yelp with joy again.
"Lock him up!" cried the manager angrily. "I'll prefer the charge and appear against him."