That's all right, Mr. Jergens.

JERGENS.

All we want, And more too.

SAM WILLIAMS.

That's all right.

JERGENS.

We've shown you that.

If not, stick it out; that's all I've got to say.

SAM WILLIAMS.

The point is now about the saws. Will you Put the guards on?

VOICE.

(_From the crowd_)

There where the boys were killed.

JERGENS.

We will or will not, as it suits ourselves.

VOICE.

(_From the crowd_)

About our places, Sam.

SAM WILLIAMS.

If they come back, You'll give the boys the places that they had, All of them?

(_The militia, with the strike-breakers, pa.s.s into the mill-yard_)

VOICE.

(_From the crowd_)

Will we get our places back?

JERGENS.

The places that have not been filled are yours.

As for discharging men that we've brought here, Not one.

(_He says something to Haskell, then turns to the crowd_)

Now just one word. When these gates close, You're out. You understand that, do you? Out Not for to-day, to-morrow, or six weeks, But all time. You've got just ten minutes left.

Then, Captain, close these gates.

HASKELL.

All right, sir.

(_Jergens pa.s.ses into the mill-yard_)

VOICE.

(_From the crowd_)

Well?

ANOTHER VOICE.

What do you say, Sam?

JIM KING.

Williams has had his say.

And you see where we are.

ROME MASTERS.

Hear Wes!

JIM KING.

Wes!

SEVERAL.

Sam!

SAM WILLIAMS.

I don't know, comrades, as I ought to say, Seeing as I don't gain or lose in this.

For I'm of them that have no place in there.

But if you want my----

CRIES.

Yes, go on! Go on!