“You sure you ain’t one of these here troublemakers? You sure you ain’t a labor faker?’’ And the ragged man cried, “I swear to God I ain’t!’’ “They’s plenty of ’em,’’ the proprietor said. “Goin’ aroun’ stirrin’ up trouble. Gettin’ folks mad. Chiselin’ in. They’s plenty of ’em. Time’s gonna come when we string ’em all up, all them troublemakers. We gonna run ’em outa the country. Man wants to work, O.K. If he don’t— the hell with him. We ain’t gonna let him stir up trouble.’’
