Were those just weeds up there That's been cleared off to get a better view? Or Christmas trees? JIM KING. Who are you? HARVEY ANDERSON. And loaded, too, With food and clothes and homes and silks and gems And punch that bubbles till she runs down here, Flushing the soldier boys until they're gay And on their mettle. Is his name Egerton That planted all those pines? (_Points to the sky_) WES DICEY. What's it to you? HARVEY ANDERSON. Worked all these years and yet you've got no bread? HASKELL. (_Coming toward him_) What business is it of yours what these men do? HARVEY ANDERSON. Handled all that and yet you've got no roof To cover you! BUCK BENTLEY. (_Following Haskell_) Look here, Cap. HARVEY ANDERSON. And this man comes And cracks his whip, 'We'll oust you.' What do you say? BUCK BENTLEY. We came down here to see the square thing done, Not to take sides and try to break this strike. (_Haskell stares at him in amazement_) HARVEY ANDERSON. What's your name? BUCK BENTLEY. Bentley. HARVEY ANDERSON. I'll remember that. And my name's Anderson. (_They shake hands_) HASKELL. (_Beckoning to the militiamen about the gate_) Three or four of you. I give you ten days in the guard house, Buck. HARVEY ANDERSON. You won't be there two hours, pard, take my word. There's something going to drop here pretty soon. HASKELL. (_Calls after the militiamen_) Tell Mr. Jergens to step here a minute. (_Bentley is led away into the mill-yard_) HARVEY ANDERSON. (_To the crowd_) God playing Santa Claus among the pines-- Why ain't you fellows had your stockings up? Or if you have, what are you doing here Weighing yourselves out on the same old scales, Men against bread? Pard, let me ask you this: Suppose you do land with your Union boat, The bosses on the shore saying all right; What is it you land for? Grub for another cruise? And you'll go back then to the fishing grounds And sink your nets again? Who'll get the catch This time? Them that's had it all these years? You've made a big haul here, it seems to me, Minnows and all. Hundreds of miles like that. When are you fellows going to dry your nets, Haul up your boat and say, 'Let's weigh the fish'? What do you say, pard? SAM WILLIAMS. You a Union man? HARVEY ANDERSON. I don't know much about your Union, pard. It's all right, I suppose, far as it goes. But tell me this--and here's your black side, men-- Long as they own the sea (_Points to the mountains and the plains_) and own the shore, (_Points to the mill_) You think they'll care much, pard, who owns the boat? And how'll they not own you? You tell me that. (_Williams and the crowd stand silent_) HARVEY ANDERSON. What do you say? HASKELL.