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A
man
said
,
"
Come
on
,
longshoreman
,
let
’
s
see
you
go
.
"
Sam
stood
still
in
the
road
.
"
You
guys
takin
’
orders
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
Sure
,
we
’
ll
take
’
em
if
they
’
re
any
damn
good
.
"
"
All
right
,
then
.
Keep
in
hand
.
I
don
’
t
want
no
rush
at
first
,
and
then
you
guys
runnin
’
like
hell
when
anythin
’
busts
.
Come
on
,
stick
together
.
"
They
turned
off
the
road
and
crossed
a
deep
irrigation
ditch
,
and
they
marched
down
the
row
between
the
big
trees
.
As
they
approached
the
pile
of
boxes
men
began
to
drop
out
of
the
trees
and
to
gather
in
a
nervous
group
.
A
checker
stood
by
the
box
pile
.
As
the
pickets
approached
he
took
a
double
-
barreled
shot
-
gun
from
a
box
and
advanced
toward
them
a
few
steps
.
"
Do
you
men
want
to
go
to
work
?
"
he
shouted
.
A
chorus
of
derisive
yells
answered
him
.
One
man
put
his
forefingers
in
his
mouth
and
whistled
piercingly
.
"
You
get
off
this
land
,
"
the
checker
said
.
"
You
’
ve
got
no
right
on
this
land
at
all
.
"
The
strikers
marched
slowly
on
.
The
checker
backed
up
to
the
box
pile
,
where
his
pickers
shifted
nervously
,
and
watched
with
frightened
faces
.
Sam
said
,
over
his
shoulder
,
"
All
right
.
You
guys
stop
here
.
"
He
stepped
forward
alone
a
few
paces
.
"
Listen
,
you
workers
,
"
he
said
.
"
Come
over
to
our
side
.
Don
’
t
go
knifin
’
us
guys
in
the
back
.
Come
on
and
join
up
with
us
.
"
