Mike had registered as a Republican—anything else would have been suicidal—but had determined to vote for Eugene Debs, the Socialist. He knew the risk. Should he be found out—and that the company had ways of learning how a man had voted nobody in Braddock doubted—he would be fired. Aided by an assumed name and the obtuseness which had led more than one English-speaking man to say that all Hunkies looked alike to him, he might be able to get a job in Homestead or Duquesne. And then again, he might not.
