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The
veiled
eyes
sharpened
a
little
bit
.
"
No
.
You
got
any
idears
?
"
"
Ever
think
we
might
organize
and
get
some
action
?
"
London
glanced
quickly
sideways
at
Mac
.
Dakin
saw
the
glance
.
He
motioned
with
his
head
to
Mac
and
Jim
.
"
Radicals
?
"
he
asked
.
Mac
laughed
explosively
.
"
Anybody
that
wants
a
living
wage
is
a
radical
.
"
Dakin
stared
at
him
for
a
moment
.
"
I
got
nothing
against
radicals
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
get
this
straight
.
I
ain
’
t
doin
’
no
time
for
no
kind
of
outfit
.
If
you
belong
to
anythin
’
,
I
don
’
t
want
to
know
about
it
.
I
got
a
wife
and
kids
and
a
truck
.
I
ain
’
t
doin
’
no
stretch
because
my
name
’
s
on
somebody
’
s
books
.
Now
,
what
’
s
on
your
mind
,
London
?
"
"
Apples
got
to
be
picked
,
Dakin
.
S
’
pose
we
organize
the
men
?
"
Dakin
’
s
eyes
showed
nothing
except
a
light
-
grey
threat
.
His
toneless
voice
said
,
"
All
right
.
You
organize
the
stiffs
and
get
’
em
all
hopped
up
with
a
bunch
of
bull
.
They
vote
to
call
a
strike
.
In
twelve
hours
a
train
-
load
of
scabs
comes
rollin
’
in
.
Then
what
?
"
London
scratched
his
cheek
again
.
"
Then
I
guess
we
picket
.
"
Dakin
took
it
up
.
"
So
then
they
pass
a
supervisors
’
ordinance
—
no
congregation
,
and
they
put
a
hundred
deputies
out
with
shot
-
guns
.
"
London
looked
around
questioningly
at
Mac
.
His
eyes
asked
Mac
to
answer
for
him
.
Mac
seemed
to
be
thinking
hard
.
He
said
,
"
We
just
thought
we
’
d
see
what
you
thought
about
it
,
Mr
.
Dakin
.
Suppose
there
’
s
three
thousand
men
strikin
’
from
a
steel
mill
and
they
picket
?
There
’
s
a
wire
fence
around
the
mill
.
