Labor unions -- United States -- Drama; Social classes -- United States -- Drama; Strikes and lockouts -- Drama
Where in the hell have you been living
That you don't know enough to stop when----
HARVEY ANDERSON.
Pard,
If I'd stop every time some man said stop,
I'd still be standing somewhere.
(_He walks left, away from the others, who exchange glances as if
amazed at the man's audacity. He lays the largest of the pieces
upon the ground, then looks among the others in his arms. Donald
Egerton and General Chadbourne, both evidently dressed for a
function, the latter being in full military uniform, brand new,
come quickly from the mill-yard, followed by Jergens and the Chief
of Police_)
CHADBOURNE.
What's the trouble?
SECOND SENTRY.
This man came through the line. I called three times.
CHADBOURNE.
(_To Harvey Anderson_)
Don't you know better than do such a thing?
CAPTAIN HASKELL.
(_Comes from the mill-yard, then turns and calls back_)
Stay where you are. We'll attend to this affair.
EGERTON.
What business have you here?
HARVEY ANDERSON.
I just came down
To look about a bit.
JERGENS.
To look about!
You think we're running a menagerie?
Didn't you see these soldiers? What do you mean?
HARVEY ANDERSON.
(_To the Chief of Police_)
Just step back, pard. I'm neither dog nor bear.
(_Back in the mill-yard militiamen are seen climbing on top of
lumber piles to see what the trouble is_)
EGERTON.
Came down from where?
HARVEY ANDERSON.
From up there on the mountains.
JERGENS.
To look about for what?
HARVEY ANDERSON.
Just anything--
Just anything that's 'round to see.
(_He gets down and begins to fit the pieces together. The men watch
him. Suddenly he stops and looks about him_)
Did I----
(_He rises and goes right to where a piece of the cast lies upon
the ground_)
CHIEF OF POLICE.
Shall I take charge of him, Mr. Egerton?
I'll lock him up if you say so.
CHADBOURNE.
(_As Anderson returns_)
Don't you know
That when a sentry challenges a man
He's got the right to shoot him in his tracks?
HARVEY ANDERSON.
The risk's on me, pard.
CHADBOURNE.
Eh!
HARVEY ANDERSON.
The risk's on me.
CHADBOURNE.
You take care, sir, how you're addressing me.
(_Jergens walks rear, takes from his pocket some field glasses,
which he polishes with a handkerchief. The Chauffeur joins him.
Chadbourne turns and says something vicious to the Second Sentry_)
EGERTON.
How came you by this thing?
HARVEY ANDERSON.
I'm of the men
That Egerton sent out.
EGERTON.
Jergens, is he
One of our men?
HARVEY ANDERSON.
(_Glancing up_)
You Egerton?
CHIEF OF POLICE.
He is.
JERGENS.
There's many of them that I never saw;
But he's got that, so I suppose he is.
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