"Where's the union?" demanded Dan. "I'm it," replied Danny. "I was organizin' it." "If ye'll let him go, Captain," said Dan, ignoring his son's reply, "I'll larrup him good." "For what?" wailed Danny. "I was only doin' what you said was right, an' what mom said was right, an' what you've all been talkin' for years. You've been a picket yourself, an' I've heard you laughin' over the way men who wouldn't strike was done up. We got to organize. Wasn't I organizin'? We got to enforce our rights. Wasn't I enforcin' them? We got to discourage traitors to the cause of labor. Wasn't I discouragin' them? Didn't the union tie up a plant once when you was discharged? What's eatin' you, dad?" Danny's own presentation of the case was so strong that it gave him courage. But the last question made Dan jump, although he was not accustomed to any extraordinary show of respect from his son. "The lad has no sinse," he announced, "but I'll larrup him plenty. Ye get an exthry wan f'r that, Danny. I'll tache ye that ye're not runnin' things." "Makin' throuble f'r father an' mother an' th' good man that's payin' ye wages we need at home," added Mrs. Burke. "Now, what do you think of that?" whimpered Danny, as he was led away. "I'm to be licked fer doin' what he does. Why don't he teach himself the same, an' stop others from doin' what he talks?" "Danny," said the commiserating captain, "you're to be licked for learning your lesson too well, and that's the truth." But that did not make the situation any the less painful for Danny. SIMON STARTS IN THE WORLD BY J.J. HOOPER