“Wild Bill” was on his feet in an instant. Had the comrade any objection to munition workers demanding the eight hour day?
“No,” said Norwood, “of course not; but if we are going into a fight with other people, we surely ought to know who they are and what their purpose is. I have been informed—there seems to be a little hesitation in talking about it—that a lot of money has been put up by one man, and nobody knows who that man is.”
“He's an organizer for the A. F. of L.!” The voice was Jimmie's. In his excitement the solemn pledge of secrecy was entirely forgotten!
“Indeed!” said Norwood. “What is his name?”
Nobody answered.
“Has he shown his credentials?” Again silence.
“Of course, I don't need to tell men as familiar with union affairs as the comrades here that every bona-fide organizer for a union carries credentials. If he does not produce them, it is at least occasion for writing to the organization and finding out about him. Has anybody done that?”
Again there was silence.
“I don't want to make charges,” said Norwood—
“Oh, no!” put in “Wild Bill”. “You only want to make insinuations!”