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Hurstwood
climbed
up
on
the
platform
in
the
gloomy
barn
and
waited
for
a
signal
.
He
was
nervous
,
and
yet
the
thing
was
a
relief
.
Anything
was
better
than
the
barn
.
On
this
the
fourth
day
of
the
strike
,
the
situation
had
taken
a
turn
for
the
worse
.
The
strikers
,
following
the
counsel
of
their
leaders
and
the
newspapers
,
had
struggled
peaceably
enough
.
There
had
been
no
great
violence
done
.
Cars
had
been
stopped
,
it
is
true
,
and
the
men
argued
with
.
Some
crews
had
been
won
over
and
led
away
,
some
windows
broken
,
some
jeering
and
yelling
done
;
but
in
no
more
than
five
or
six
instances
had
men
been
seriously
injured
.
These
by
crowds
whose
acts
the
leaders
disclaimed
.
Idleness
,
however
,
and
the
sight
of
the
company
,
backed
by
the
police
,
triumphing
,
angered
the
men
.
They
saw
that
each
day
more
cars
were
going
on
,
each
day
more
declarations
were
being
made
by
the
company
officials
that
the
effective
opposition
of
the
strikers
was
broken
.
This
put
desperate
thoughts
in
the
minds
of
the
men
.
Peaceful
methods
meant
,
they
saw
,
that
the
companies
would
soon
run
all
their
cars
and
those
who
had
complained
would
be
forgotten
.
There
was
nothing
so
helpful
to
the
companies
as
peaceful
methods
.
All
at
once
they
blazed
forth
,
and
for
a
week
there
was
storm
and
stress
.
Cars
were
assailed
,
men
attacked
,
policemen
struggled
with
,
tracks
torn
up
,
and
shots
fired
,
until
at
last
street
fights
and
mob
movements
became
frequent
,
and
the
city
was
invested
with
militia
.
Hurstwood
knew
nothing
of
the
change
of
temper
.
“
Run
your
car
out
,
”
called
the
foreman
,
waving
a
vigorous
hand
at
him
.
A
green
conductor
jumped
up
behind
and
rang
the
bell
twice
as
a
signal
to
start
.
Hurstwood
turned
the
lever
and
ran
the
car
out
through
the
door
into
the
street
in
front
of
the
barn
.
Here
two
brawny
policemen
got
up
beside
him
on
the
platform
—
one
on
either
hand
.
At
the
sound
of
a
gong
near
the
barn
door
,
two
bells
were
given
by
the
conductor
and
Hurstwood
opened
his
lever
.
The
two
policemen
looked
about
them
calmly
.
“
’
Tis
cold
,
all
right
,
this
morning
,
”
said
the
one
on
the
left
,
who
possessed
a
rich
brogue
.
“
I
had
enough
of
it
yesterday
,
”
said
the
other
.
“
I
wouldn
’
t
want
a
steady
job
of
this
.
”
