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The
wizened
man
said
,
«
We
struck
.
This
here
’
s
a
strike
.
»
«
Well
,
fi
’
cents
a
box
ain
’
t
much
,
but
a
fella
can
eat
.
»
«
Fi
’
cents
?
»
the
wizened
man
cried
.
«
Fi
’
cents
!
They
payin
’
you
fi
’
cents
?
»
«
Sure
.
We
made
a
buck
an
’
a
half
.
»
A
heavy
silence
fell
in
the
tent
.
Casy
stared
out
the
entrance
,
into
the
dark
night
.
«
Lookie
,
Tom
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
«
We
come
to
work
there
.
They
says
it
’
s
gonna
be
fi
’
cents
.
They
was
a
hell
of
a
lot
of
us
.
We
got
there
an
’
they
says
they
’
re
payin
’
two
an
’
a
half
cents
.
A
fella
can
’
t
even
eat
on
that
,
an
’
if
he
got
kids
—
So
we
says
we
won
’
t
take
it
.
So
they
druv
us
off
.
An
’
all
the
cops
in
the
worl
’
come
down
on
us
.
Now
they
’
re
payin
’
you
five
.
When
they
bust
this
here
strike
—
ya
think
they
’
ll
pay
five
?
»
«
I
dunno
,
"
Tom
said
.
«
Payin
’
five
now
.
»
«
Lookie
,
"
said
Casy
.
«
We
tried
to
camp
together
,
an
’
they
druv
us
like
pigs
.
Scattered
us
.
Beat
the
hell
outa
fellas
.
Druv
us
like
pigs
.
They
run
you
in
like
pigs
,
too
.
We
can
’
t
las
’
much
longer
.
Some
people
ain
’
t
et
for
two
days
.
You
goin
’
back
tonight
?
»
«
Aim
to
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
Well
—
tell
the
folks
in
there
how
it
is
,
Tom
.
Tell
’
em
they
’
re
starvin
’
us
an
’
stabbin
’
theirself
in
the
back
.
’
Cause
sure
as
cowflops
she
’
ll
drop
to
two
an
’
a
half
jus
’
as
soon
as
they
clear
us
out
.
»
