"
"We've done nothing yet," said Doggett, "and till we had, the
troops oughtn't to have been called in."
"And now people say that the scabs are to be given a regimental
escort to the depot, and will go to work at eight."
"We've been quiet till now," growled a man in the crowd surlily,
"but we won't stand the militia protecting the scabs and rats."
"Are you going to fight for the capitalist?" ask Kurfeldt, when
Colonel Stirling stood silent.
"I am fighting no man's battle, Kurfeldt," replied Colonel
Stirling. "I am obeying orders."
The committee began to look anxious.
"You're no friend of the poor man, and you needn't pose any more,"
shouted one of the crowd.
"Shut your mouth," said Kurfeldt to the crowd. "Colonel Stirling,"
he continued, "we know you're our friend. But you can't stay so
if you fight labor. Take your choice. Be the rich man's servant,
or our friend."
"I know neither rich man nor poor man in this," Colonel Stirling
said.
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