“You vat you call class-conscious?”
“You bet! I'm a Socialist!”
The other turned upon him, his voice trembling with sudden excitement. “You got a red card?”
“You bet!” said Jimmie. “Right inside my coat.”
“My God!” cried the other. “A comrade!” He stretched out his hands, which were bundled up with old gunny-sacking, to Jimmie. “Tovarish!” cried he. And standing there in the freezing darkness, these two felt their hearts leap into a hot glow. Here, under the Arctic Circle, in this wilderness of ice and desolation, even here the spirit of international fraternity was working its miracles!
But then, shaking with excitement, the little Jew pawed at Jimmie with his bundled hands. “If you are Socialist, vy you fight de Russian vorkers?”
“I'm not fighting them!”
“You vear de uniform.”
“I'm only a motor-cycle man.”
“But you help! You kill de Russian people! You destroy de Soviets! Vy?”