SECRETARY--[_Sharply._] Just what was it made you want to join us? Come out with that straight. YANK--Yuh call me? Well, I got noive, too! Here's my hand. Yuh wanter blow tings up, don't yuh? Well, dat's me! I belong! SECRETARY--[_With pretended carelessness._] You mean change the unequal conditions of society by legitimate direct action--or with dynamite? YANK--Dynamite! Blow it offen de oith--steel--all de cages--all de factories, steamers, buildings, jails--de Steel Trust and all dat makes it go. SECRETARY--So--that's your idea, eh? And did you have any special job in that line you wanted to propose to us. [_He makes a sign to the men, who get up cautiously one by one and group behind YANK._] YANK--[_Boldly._] Sure, I'll come out wit it. I'll show youse I'm one of de gang. Dere's dat millionaire guy, Douglas-- SECRETARY--President of the Steel Trust, you mean? Do you want to assassinate him? YANK--Naw, dat don't get yuh nothin'. I mean blow up de factory, de woiks, where he makes de steel. Dat's what I'm after--to blow up de steel, knock all de steel in de woild up to de moon. Dat'll fix tings! [_Eagerly, with a touch of bravado._] I'll do it by me lonesome! I'll show yuh! Tell me where his woiks is, how to git there, all de dope. Gimme de stuff, de old butter--and watch me do de rest! Watch de smoke and see it move! I don't give a damn if dey nab me--long as it's done! I'll soive life for it--and give 'em de laugh! [_Half to himself._] And I'll write her a letter and tell her de hairy ape done it. Dat'll square tings. SECRETARY--[_Stepping away from YANK._] Very interesting. [_He gives a signal. The men, huskies all, throw themselves on YANK and before he knows it they have his legs and arms pinioned. But he is too flabbergasted to make a struggle, anyway. They feel him over for weapons._] MAN--No gat, no knife. Shall we give him what's what and put the boots to him? SECRETARY--No. He isn't worth the trouble we'd get into. He's too stupid. [_He comes closer and laughs mockingly in YANK'S face._] Ho-ho! By God, this is the biggest joke they've put up on us yet. Hey, you Joke! Who sent you--Burns or Pinkerton? No, by God, you're such a bonehead I'll bet you're in the Secret Service! Well, you dirty spy, you rotten agent provocator, you can go back and tell whatever skunk is paying you blood-money for betraying your brothers that he's wasting his coin. You couldn't catch a cold. And tell him that all he'll ever get on us, or ever has got, is just his own sneaking plots that he's framed up to put us in jail. We are what our manifesto says we are, neither more or less--and we'll give him a copy of that any time he calls. And as for you--[_He glares scornfully at YANK, who is sunk in an oblivious stupor._] Oh, hell, what's the use of talking? You're a brainless ape. YANK--[_Aroused by the word to fierce but futile struggles._] What's dat, yuh Sheeny bum, yuh!