(_Starts up the slope_) SECOND SENTRY. We'll see, by God, who's running this shebang. OLD WOMAN. You ain't heard nothin' from the station yet? BUCK BENTLEY. No, mother. (_The old woman goes out. Bentley comes to the gate and sets the rifle against the fence_) SECOND SENTRY. (_Talking into the mill-yard_) He even helped her fill her apron. HASKELL. (_Entering with the First Sentry_) Have you gone crazy, Buck? What do you mean? BUCK BENTLEY. (_Fills his pipe_) Is this the Company's property out here? HASKELL. We've got our orders and that settles it. Don't settle it with you, eh? A MILITIAMAN. (_From the top of a lumber stack_) Here they come! FIRST SENTRY. In other words you'll do as you damn please. (_Haskell comes forward and looks down the street, left_) HASKELL. Now shut your mouths. FIRST SENTRY. I'm not through with this yet. (_Picks up his rifle and goes back on his beat_) SECOND SENTRY. Damn pretty soldier you are. HASKELL. Do you hear? (_Militiamen are seen climbing on top of the lumber stacks. Others appear at the gate. Captain Haskell walks left where a noise is heard down the street. Presently a squad of militia enters with fifteen or twenty strike-breakers. Behind them, with the officer in charge, comes Jergens, who is speaking to the crowd of strikers that follows. In front of the crowd walks Sam Williams. Mingling among the men are seen Dicey, King, and Masters. Some women and children straggle in and linger, left. On this side of the crowd, silent, watching everything, is Harvey Anderson_) JERGENS. The world is big and we can get the men. SAM WILLIAMS. 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, pass 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.