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+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77807 ***</div>
+
+<div class='tnotes covernote'>
+
+<p class='c000'><strong>Transcriber’s Note:</strong></p>
+
+<p class='c000'>New original cover art included with this eBook is granted to the public domain.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_f001.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div>
+  <h1 class='c002'>GODS OF THE LIGHTNING<br> <br> OUTSIDE LOOKING IN</h1>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c003'>
+    <div><span class='large'><i>Two Three-act Plays</i></span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='large'>LONGMANS, GREEN AND CO.</span></div>
+    <div><span class='large'>55 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK</span></div>
+    <div><span class='large'>221 EAST 20TH STREET, CHICAGO</span></div>
+    <div><span class='large'>TREMONT TEMPLE, BOSTON</span></div>
+    <div><span class='large'>210 VICTORIA STREET, TORONTO</span></div>
+    <div class='c003'><span class='large'>LONGMANS, GREEN AND CO. <span class='sc'>Ltd.</span></span></div>
+    <div><span class='large'>39 PATERNOSTER ROW, E C 4, LONDON</span></div>
+    <div><span class='large'>53 NICOL ROAD, BOMBAY</span></div>
+    <div><span class='large'>6 OLD COURT HOUSE STREET, CALCUTTA</span></div>
+    <div><span class='large'>167 MOUNT ROAD, MADRAS</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='titlepage double'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c001'>
+    <div><span class='xxlarge'><a href='#GODS'>GODS OF THE LIGHTNING</a></span></div>
+    <div class='c004'><span class='small'>BY</span></div>
+    <div><span class='xlarge'>MAXWELL ANDERSON</span></div>
+    <div><span class='small'>AND</span></div>
+    <div><span class='xlarge'>HAROLD HICKERSON</span></div>
+    <div class='c004'><span class='xxlarge'><a href='#OUTSIDE'>OUTSIDE LOOKING IN</a></span></div>
+    <div class='c004'><span class='small'>BY</span></div>
+    <div><span class='xlarge'>MAXWELL ANDERSON</span></div>
+    <div><span class='small'>BASED ON “BEGGARS OF LIFE,” BY JIM TULLY</span></div>
+    <div class='c004'><span class='large'>LONGMANS, GREEN AND CO.</span></div>
+    <div>LONDON · NEW YORK · TORONTO</div>
+    <div>1928</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='small'>ANDERSON &#38; HICKERSON</span></div>
+    <div><span class='small'>GODS OF THE LIGHTNING</span></div>
+    <div class='c003'><span class='small'>OUTSIDE LOOKING IN</span></div>
+    <div class='c003'><span class='small'>COPYRIGHT, 1928</span></div>
+    <div><span class='small'>BY LONGMANS, GREEN AND CO.</span></div>
+    <div class='c003'><span class='small'>FIRST EDITION</span></div>
+    <div class='c004'><span class='small'>THESE PLAYS ARE FULLY PROTECTED BY THE COPYRIGHT LAWS AND NO AMATEUR PERFORMANCE, RADIO BROADCASTING, PUBLIC READING, RECITATION, OR PRESENTATION OF ANY KIND MAY BE GIVEN WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF LONGMANS, GREEN AND CO., 55 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK</span></div>
+    <div class='c004'><span class='small'>MADE IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_gods_major_div_decoration.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_1'>1</span>
+  <h2 id='GODS' class='c005'>GODS OF THE LIGHTNING</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c004 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_2'>2</span>
+<img src='images/i_gods_major_div_decoration.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<h3 class='c006'>THE CAST</h3>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c003'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>SUVORIN</div>
+      <div class='line'>HEINE</div>
+      <div class='line'>ROSALIE</div>
+      <div class='line'>MACREADY</div>
+      <div class='line'>ANDY</div>
+      <div class='line'>IKE</div>
+      <div class='line'>SPIKER</div>
+      <div class='line'>PETE</div>
+      <div class='line'>MILKIN</div>
+      <div class='line'>SOWERBY</div>
+      <div class='line'>BAUER</div>
+      <div class='line'>CAPRARO</div>
+      <div class='line'>POLICEMEN, COURT ATTENDANTS, JURYMEN</div>
+      <div class='line'>SALTER</div>
+      <div class='line'>MRS. LUBIN</div>
+      <div class='line'>HASLET</div>
+      <div class='line'>BARTLET</div>
+      <div class='line'>GLUCKSTEIN</div>
+      <div class='line'>WARD</div>
+      <div class='line'>JUDGE VAIL</div>
+      <div class='line'>LUBIN</div>
+      <div class='line'>HENRY</div>
+      <div class='line'>SALVATION LASSIE</div>
+      <div class='line'>JERUSALEM SLIM</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_3'>3</span>
+<img src='images/i_gods_major_div_decoration.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div><span class='xlarge'>GODS OF THE LIGHTNING</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c006'>ACT I</h3>
+
+<p class='c007'><i>Scene: The scene is the restaurant in the Labor Lyceum
+building of a city on the eastern seaboard.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c000'><i>At the right is a large window facing on the street, and
+at the right rear an outside entrance. At the left a door
+leads to an inner hall and the stairway to the upper
+floors. Along about half of the rear wall at the right
+runs a counter with a coffee urn and the usual display
+of quick lunch foods. A swinging door back of the
+counter leads to a small kitchen. There are folding
+doors in the rear wall at the left, opening on a hall used
+for labor meetings. There are tables and chairs for the
+customers of the restaurant. In the left rear corner
+there is a table covered with books and pamphlets and
+another which holds a chess-board. A large clock hangs
+on the rear wall. The hands point to ten-twenty. It
+is dark outside.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c000'><i>Pete, the counter-man, swabs off the top of his counter
+and goes into the kitchen. Suvorin, a solid bulk of a
+man, with a satanic, dominating face, sits in the left rear
+corner, his chair tilted against the wall. His eyes are
+fixed on the floor. Heine, a disreputable figure enters
+from the street and looks furtively about him, glancing
+back at the window.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_4'>4</span><span class='fss'>SUVORIN</span> [<i>without moving</i>]. What are you doing here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HEINE.</span> Am I going to leave town without getting
+mine?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> You’ll get yours fast enough if you hang
+around here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HEINE.</span> How much was it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> $28,000.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HEINE.</span> Where’s mine?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> That’s half.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HEINE.</span> How much?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Fourteen. Take it and get out. You’d better
+beat it into Canada and stay there. You’re a fool
+and a bungler. If you’d followed instructions you’d
+have been safe.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HEINE.</span> I had to do it. He was jumping at me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Take your money and to hell with you.
+You’re a fool. Are they trailing you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HEINE.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> You wouldn’t know.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HEINE.</span> Jesus, I’d know that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Don’t go out that way. Go upstairs and
+out the back. There’s an alley into Clark Street.
+Cross the line and for God’s sake use your head.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HEINE</span> [<i>going to lefthand door</i>]. Good-bye, Sport.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Get out.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Heine goes out. Before the door has quite closed,
+Rosalie enters from the left, evidently passing Heine.
+She is a beautiful girl with a childlike Russian face.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Who was that? Has he any business here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Suvorin, seating himself, pays no attention to the question.
+One of the folding doors opens and Ward enters
+and closes the door.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Mac here yet?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Hell! Have you seen him this evening, Rosalie?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Oh, that’s right, you—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Yes?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Never mind.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He goes back through the doors. Mac enters from the
+street.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Oh, Mac, where were you? I’ve been terrified!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> [<i>Thrusting a revolver into her hands.</i>] Hello,
+kid. Put that away for me, will you, kid?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> But—whose is it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> That’s all right—I don’t want to carry it—that’s
+all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Ward re-enters, cramming his hat on.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Say, Mac, I thought you’d been picked
+up.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Do you need me in there yet?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> You’d better come in just so they’ll know you’re
+here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> How’s it going?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> They’re scared. Three men killed and about
+fifty in the hospital. You might be able to hold ’em
+if you put it to ’em just right. Otherwise we’re
+licked.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Oh, no. We’ve got another card up our sleeves.
+Is Andy in there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> He’s waiting for you. Listen—there’s some
+talk about a raid tonight—maybe more than one—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Say, Ward—if that’ll keep I want to talk to
+Mac a minute. Do you mind?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> All right. I’ll tell Andy you’re here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He goes. Again part of a speech is heard.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE SPEAKER.</span> And now they ask us to vote another
+five thousand for relief! Where are we going to get
+five thousand? [<i>The door closes.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Now then—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Now then—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> This is no place for you tonight.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I knew it was coming.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> And you’re to beat it and stay under cover
+till they forget about this afternoon—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> What do you know about this afternoon?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I read about it—and my opinion is that
+you’ve done enough for one day. They can get along
+without you here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> It just happens they can’t get along without me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> You won’t be much good to them in jail—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I’m not going to jail—so get that out of your
+head—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Mac, you’re a child—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> You’re pretty young yourself, you know.
+[<i>Andy enters.</i>] Hello, Andy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ANDY.</span> Looks like they was going to vote us down.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> And then what?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ANDY.</span> What do you say?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> If you boys’ll stay with me you know what we
+can do.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ANDY.</span> I’ll tell you how it is, Mac. We want to stay,
+see? I saw two or three of the boys before the meeting.
+They aren’t scared worth a damn, because we
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>licked the company once before and we can do it
+again. They can’t operate without engineers.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I knew we could count on you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ANDY.</span> Well, wait a minute, Mac. Get us right. If
+the longshoremen go back tomorrow and we stay out
+it’ll take ’em a couple of weeks to pick up enough
+engineers to get along, see?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ANDY.</span> All right. But in a couple of weeks they could
+do it—and we’d be left holding the bag. See? So
+we figure this way. The mills are holding a strike
+meeting tonight. If the mills go out and the engineers
+stay out, why the longshoremen they won’t be
+much good around the docks, and they’ll walk out
+again. But if the mills keep going, we don’t want
+to try it alone.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Don’t worry. The mills are going out.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ANDY.</span> Can I tell the boys you said that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I want you to tell them I said it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ANDY.</span> All right. We’ll have a meeting upstairs right
+after this jamboree’s over in here, see? Will you
+wait for me here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Yeah.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Andy goes out.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Now you’ll have to wait here—right where
+they’ll be looking for you—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I’ve got to hold the thing together.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> But use your head—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I am using it. I know it’s a risk to be here, but
+if I can pull this strike through it’s worth it—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Let them lose their strike—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Be reasonable—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Anything you can do somebody else could
+do for you! I’ll get rid of the gun for you—and
+you’ll disappear for a couple of weeks! Do you think
+it’s reasonable for you to wander in here with a gun
+in your pocket and half the police in town laying
+for you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> You certainly do feel old tonight, don’t you, kid?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> It’s enough to make anybody feel old. I’ve
+lived about a thousand years today—I wish this strike
+had never started, or it was over, or we could get
+away somewhere—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> That wouldn’t help. Everywhere I go there’s
+a strike. I seem to take ’em with me. You’ll have
+to get used to that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Can’t you play safe, just this once? Can’t
+you do that much for me?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> You heard what I said to Andy. The company
+thinks it’s got us in a corner and I’m going to prove
+it’s wrong, that’s all. [<i>He stoops and kisses her
+briefly as the folding doors open and Ward looks in.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> You’d better come on in. Spiker isn’t going
+so well.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Yeah. Don’t worry, kid. We’ll be all right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The voice of Spiker is heard.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER</span> [<i>inside</i>]. I’ll tell you what I think—I think
+you’re too easy—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>A HECKLER</span> [<i>inside</i>]. When did you ever work on the
+docks?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Mac and Ward enter the hall just as Ike and Milkin
+emerge, evidently shoved out of the meeting.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE</span> [<i>as the door closes on him</i>]. Long live the freedom
+of loose talk! Why should they put me out? I
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>was a longshoreman before most of those guys cut
+their first knee-pants! They wasn’t even alive in ’97.
+They ain’t never seen hard times. I was born during
+the glorious second administration of General Grant,
+the most stupendous period of graft and prosperity
+this country has ever seen—with the solitary and
+luminous exception of Warren Gamaliel Harding!
+[<i>He goes to the counter with Milkin.</i>] Where’s Pete?
+[<i>He addresses the hole in the wall through which food
+is pushed out from the kitchen.</i>] Hey, cuckoo,
+cuckoo, we want coffee!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE</span> [<i>looking out</i>]. What you want?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> A slug of coffee, cuckoo!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE.</span> We don’t cash checks.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> You pay this time, Milkin. I lent all my money
+to a comrade. You can’t trust these revolutionists.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> You didn’t have no money.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> I had fifty cents this morning, and I gave it to a
+guy under guise of introducing me to a jane. But
+he weaseled me, at that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Dat’s all right. Only don’t try to fool me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> You mean I was lying?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> I can see right into your mind. I can see
+what you’re thinking.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE.</span> Yeah?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Yes, sir. And if you don’t hurry up and give us
+coffee we’ll put the black art on you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE.</span> I lost tree dollar on you for a check.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN</span> [<i>laying a bill on the counter</i>]. Dat’s all right.
+[<i>Pete draws coffee for two.</i>] We wouldn’t put no
+black art on you. We wouldn’t do nothing like
+that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> No, we wouldn’t do that. Only we could, see?
+I could, too.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> I don’t tink you could. Not widout de cabalistic
+sign.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> You gave me the sign, mystic?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Yeah, but you don’t know how to apply it!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Yes, sir—it comes natural to me. I can handle
+the black art sign like a plate of beans, and right after
+you give it to me I could tell any man in the street
+what he was thinking. Just like that! Won’t that
+be good when we get it working in politics? Jeez,
+that’s a highly mystical sign!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Only remember, if you got it you don’t work
+it for nutting but de best interests of de State.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Sure, the best interest of the State—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN</span> [<i>with emphasis</i>]. And wait! Wait! Bide
+your time. And when you find a man in high office
+what don’t belong dere, level your finger at him and
+say to him— “Come down from dere—come down
+from dere!”</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>As he says this he points a finger at an imaginary personage
+and by accident levels it at the street door,
+through which Sowerby is entering. Sowerby is a
+tall, lean, academic person, very threadbare and even
+frayed. He carries a high pile of books, a small bundle,
+and a coat. On top of the pile of books are
+perched two slippers.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> Yes, gentlemen, I’ll come down. I’ve already
+come down considerably. In fact I’ve been
+shaken down again.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Put you out, huh?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> A recurrence of an old malady of mine, gentlemen.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>Landlady trouble. Don’t let anybody tell
+you there’s no housing shortage in this city. The
+housing problem is acute at this moment. I missed
+paying the rent just once—just once, mind you—and
+I’m on the street. Now that’s a situation that should
+never arise. And it occurs, not once, not twice, but
+over and over again. [<i>He comes to the counter.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> You ought to be a mystic.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> If that would help I’ll be one. In fact, I
+am one.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> It’ll help you to a cup of coffee.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Sure ting. Give us another coffee.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Pete does so.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Listen, you was going to tell me about that second
+sign, you know—I never saw that one.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Yeah, you seen it all right, but you didn’t recognize
+it. [<i>He reaches for pencil and paper. Ike
+casually puts the change in his pocket.</i>] See dat!
+Dat’s de second one! Oh, boy, dat is a sign!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> What can you do with it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Dat is a sign! Dat’s a black art sign! You
+wait!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> What do you mean, a black art sign?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> We mean a black art sign, see? We’re mystics.
+Me and him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> Tell me about it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> You wouldn’t know, see, you wouldn’t know.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> We got de numbers, dat’s all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> See, we got the numbers.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> We got de whole world’s number. We got
+three, five, seven, and nine, see, and one more.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> And one more, see? That’s the real one.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> You can tell fortunes, I presume?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Dat’s de amateur game.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> All right. Tell me how the strike’s coming
+out.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN</span> [<i>scribbling rapidly</i>]. I’ll tell you. Look at
+dat! See dat? It don’t look so good for de strike.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY</span> [<i>pointing</i>]. What’s that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN</span> [<i>impressively</i>]. See dat? [<i>To Ike.</i>] He
+picks dat one out. Dat’s de sign of three. And dat’s
+de sign of seven. And when dey comes togedder—it
+means deat’.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> Debt? I’m pretty deep in debt myself.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Deat’! Deat’ the leveller, deat’ the radical,
+deat’ the end of worldly glory!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> Death? Who’s going to die?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> I can’t tell dat. Dat ain’t fair.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> But you know?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Sure we know.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> I know. He don’t know. Not yet.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> You know, gentlemen, the older I become
+the less seriously I regard the deaths of other people—or
+even of myself. The fact that I have no place
+to sleep tonight bothers me a good deal, but if I were
+only going to die tonight—that is, without discomfort—I
+shouldn’t mind it in the least. The idea of
+death, philosophically regarded, is welcome to the
+mature mind.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>There is a sudden crash against the folding doors.
+Sowerby drops instantly under the table, and all eyes
+turn toward the disturbance. The doors open and
+Spiker can be heard speaking above the cries of “Put
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>him out!” “Who told him he could talk?” “That’s
+all!” “He’s a Red!” “Back to Russia!”</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> You’re compromisers, you’re lick-spittles,
+you’re wage-slaves, you’re finks—you haven’t got
+enough guts to demand what’s yours! I tell you—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>A VOICE.</span> Will you get the hell out?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> I will not! I’m a member in good standing!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>A VOICE.</span> Back to Russia!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ANOTHER VOICE.</span> All right, Mac!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Spiker is thrust into the restaurant and the door is
+closed. He tries it futilely.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> This is the overflow meeting. Come on in.
+[<i>Spiker turns to glare at Ike, then sits gloomily alone.</i>]
+Lost anything?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY</span> [<i>rising</i>]. My—dignity.—Let me see—where
+was I? [<i>He seats himself and picks up a tabloid paper.</i>]
+Where was I?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> You was saying before you got under the table
+that death was a matter of indifference to you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> Exactly—exactly. And in a civilization
+such as ours that is as it should be. What does any
+one human life amount to? Look at this headline,
+for instance. “Paymaster killed, robbers escape with
+$28,000 belonging to Northfield Dock Company!”</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>All eyes are suddenly turned toward Sowerby.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> I told you!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> What’s that? That means the scabs didn’t get
+their pay today! Hey? [<i>He picks up the paper.</i>]
+Hey, do they know that in there? [<i>He tries the
+doors.</i>] The scabs don’t get their pay this week!
+[<i>There is a sound of cheering from within.</i>] That’s
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>Mac talking. Hey, Mac—the scabs had bad luck!
+[<i>The door opens in Ike’s face and a voice exclaims at
+him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE VOICE.</span> Sh! Shut up, will you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Hey! All right! Jeez, it certainly was a swell
+afternoon for a holdup—all the cops were beating up
+the strikers. [<i>He returns.</i>] I wonder who got away
+with that $28,000?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> You ought to know. I thought you were
+a mystic.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> I ain’t got to that. He knows.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY</span> [<i>to Milkin</i>]. Who was it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Oh, no. Dat wouldn’t be for the best interest.
+To tell dat.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> I thought not.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The folding doors open a crack, and Bauer, a selfimportant
+busybody, looks out, then emerges and
+closes it. While he holds the door open a fragment
+of Mac’s speech drifts out. He listens, shakes head,
+shows disapproval.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC</span> [<i>within</i>]. Compromise? Why certainly, when
+it’s necessary. Capitulate to Northfield? Why certainly,
+when he’s got us where he wants us! But, for
+God’s sake, why compromise now, when you don’t
+have to? Why capitulate when we’ve got him on the
+run? Don’t you know the mills are going out tomorrow?
+Within a week there won’t be a loom running!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The door shuts off the rest.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> It’s the last time Mac talks in there, if he
+knows it or not.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> What do you mean?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> Never mind. There was a little caucus before
+he came. He is just a little too wild. Also, Mr.
+Suvorin, we have had a meeting of the house committee
+this afternoon. You hear that? [<i>Suvorin
+looks up at him without changing his expression.</i>]
+We had a meeting of the house committee. It will
+affect you somewhat. The lyceum has given desk
+room to certain radical groups, without pay. Well,
+we have changed all that. No more desk room without
+pay. And—<i>and</i> no more desk room for radicals,
+for any price. No more I.W.W.’s, no more anarchists,
+only straight union activities.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I understand.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> Also, Mr. Suvorin, in the past it has been the
+custom for radicals to meet here in your restaurant
+and talk. Well, this is a restaurant. It is open to
+the public. We cannot stop that. But it has been
+allowed for some time that they put literature on the
+shelf there—Macready and Bardi and Capraro—they
+have you all filled up with I.W.W. stuff and anarchist
+stuff—syndicalism, that sort. We want it out.
+And we want it out before closing time tonight. You
+see?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I do.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> You will tell them?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> That’s your business, not mine.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I’ll tell them, Mr. Bauer.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> Thank you, Miss Suvorin. We want that literature
+out of here tonight, tell ’em. We want
+nothing in this building but straight union literature.
+You never know when there’s going to be a raid.
+They raided the Zeitung right across the street.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>Well, why wouldn’t they raid you here if you’re distributing
+anarchist literature? [<i>He goes to the shelf
+in the corner and picks up a book.</i>] Here’s one.
+Liberty, Equality, Fraternity for Humanity! Is that
+I.W.W. or Anarchist?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> That goes back to the French Revolution.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> Revolution, huh?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> French Revolution.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> Anyway, we’ve had too much talk of revolution,
+no matter if it’s French. This should be a labor
+lyceum, not a hatchery for revolutions. [<i>He takes
+up another book.</i>] Here is a heavy one. [<i>He
+reads.</i>] “Certain Positive Aspects of the Negative
+Outcome of Philosophy.” Oh, I see.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> You’ll find some copies of the Declaration
+of Independence there. Dangerous stuff, too.
+Highly inflammatory. Suppressed by the police of
+Los Angeles and Boston.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> You would not kid me, for instance?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> Oh, no.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER</span> [<i>looking at Sowerby’s books</i>]. What’s this?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> If you will pardon me, these are my effects.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> Your effects?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> My, as it were, personal effects.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> Think of that now. [<i>To Ike.</i>] How about
+you—have you got desk room in the building?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE</span> [<i>turning away loftily and tapping with his foot</i>].
+No, my good man, no.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> What!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE</span> [<i>looking down his nose at Bauer</i>]. No, my good
+man, no! [<i>Bursting with rage, Bauer slams down
+one of Sowerby’s books and returns to his examination
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>of the radical shelf.</i>] Personally, I’d rather be
+a bum. I’d rather be an auctioneer. [<i>He picks up
+Bauer’s hat, watching Bauer narrowly.</i>] Ladies and
+gentlemen, before the regular auctioneer returns from
+lunch, what am I offered for this indescribable object?
+[<i>Bauer turns, and Ike puts down the hat and quickly
+substitutes one of Sowerby’s slippers.</i>] Ladies and
+gentlemen, in all my years as a broker in rare and
+curious objects, I have never—never—in fact— [<i>He
+smells the slipper.</i>] We withdraw that exhibit—we
+are forced to withdraw that exhibit—and we offer
+in its place this rare and original manuscriptum— [<i>he
+takes up Sowerby’s manuscript</i>] being the first
+and only extant draft of Sowerby’s History of—what
+was it you said you was writing a history of,
+Mr. Sowerby?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> I am writing a history, sir, of irrelevant and
+unimportant details.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Yes—of irrelevant and unimportant details.
+Would you mind describing a irrelevant detail, Mr.
+Sowerby? Mr. Sowerby, ladies and gentlemen, will
+now appear in person, describing a irrelevant detail!
+Mr. Sowerby!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>There is a sudden crash of applause, mingled with
+cheers and the stamping of feet from the auditorium.
+Sowerby, about to speak, instead slides under the table,
+rising at once when he realizes there is no danger.
+Voices are heard above the din yelling “The strike’s
+over! The strike’s over! Make it unanimous!”
+Macready, Ward, and Andy come through the folding
+doors, with a group of longshoremen, who pass
+through and out to the street, talking.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> I knew they’d do it!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> We had to make a play for it anyway.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> So it’s over, huh?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> They think so.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ANDY.</span> Yeah—they think so.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> That’s the way it goes. You win a strike for
+’em—have it all wrapped up and laid on the table
+like a Christmas present—and they’re afraid to take
+it! You’ve got to feed ’em higher wages like horse-medicine!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> I guess that stops us.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No. Sorry they handled you rough, Spiker.
+I didn’t expect that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> What are you doing now?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Ask Andy. [<i>He glances meaningly at Bauer.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ANDY.</span> I can tell you better later. I’m going upstairs.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Good. [<i>Andy goes out by the hall door.</i>] Engineers
+are meeting.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> I get you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> I see you have a little trouble, Mr. Macready.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> That’s news to me. What’s the matter?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> I guess they blocked the strike for you, huh?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC</span> [<i>to Ward, paying no attention to Bauer</i>]. By the
+way, can I get hold of Benny?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> He’s going to call you here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Good.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> I wish to speak to you, Mr. Macready.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Well, then, I’ll bet you do it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> There was a meeting of the house committee
+this afternoon—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Yes?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> And it was decided to give the radical organizations
+no more desk room.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Well, well.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> It was decided you would have to go out—I.W.W.’s
+and Syndicalists—everybody but straight
+A.F. of L.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Who holds the mortgage on this building?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> That has nothing to do with it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I thought not.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> So you will pardon me if I tell you we want
+you to take your literature and move out. I told the
+committee you would be out tonight.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I’m busy tonight.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> I said tonight. I told the committee tonight.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> You said you’d put me out?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> I did.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Do you know I’m a longshoreman?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> You’re an I.W.W. You have been in this
+union two years and you have made nothing but
+trouble since you came. You are not a union man—and
+Bardi is not, and Capraro is not. You are out to
+make trouble. When one strike is over you start
+another, you three. And we have had enough of
+you!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I’ll tell you, Mr. Bauer, this looks to me like
+the start of a long conversation, and as I said, I’m
+busy—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> You will find out! You saw the way the
+vote went on your strike. Well, you were not here
+earlier in the evening. That was decided before
+hand. And we have talked about you and Bardi
+and Capraro. Capraro is an anarchist. I have heard
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>him say so. And he is going out of the union. And
+your literature must be taken away tonight.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> You throw it out. If you’re scared of a raid,
+throw it out. I hope they raid you and find enough
+Rights of Man around here to give the Department
+of Justice the heebie-jeebies.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> You will not take it away?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> Very well. I will. [<i>He goes out.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Personally, I’d rather be a bum.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Where’s Capraro? Hasn’t he been around?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Nor Bardi?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> That’s funny. Maybe they ran them in. We’d
+better find out.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Don’t you know they’ve got warrants out for
+all of you? For instigating a riot?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> That’s a good joke.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> It’s not a joke.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Well, no, not exactly. They didn’t mean it
+that way.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> It’s in the paper. And did you know the scabs
+didn’t get paid today?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No, why? [<i>Ward looks at the paper.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Payroll was robbed. That’s in the paper, too.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Hell, Ike can read. When did this happen?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> This afternoon. Got clean away with the money.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> That’s good. That soaks Northfield and the
+scabs, too. Say, they killed old Kendall.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Who’s Kendall?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Paymaster.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Good day for a holdup. They had every policeman
+in town guarding the docks, and riot guns
+all up and down the harbor front.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Mac, what did happen this afternoon?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Nothing. Only we tried to reestablish our
+picket lines, and somebody had squealed to the chief
+of police, so he met us with a young army. They
+started shooting over the boys’ heads and naturally
+there was hell to pay.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> But Mac, there were some policemen hurt—and
+the way the papers have it they blame everything
+on you—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I was hardly in it. I was a sort of an in-and-outer.
+Capraro and I were riding with Waterman in
+his car. We had to have him there so they couldn’t
+rush the boys off to jail without seeing a lawyer, and
+they’ve been trying to get Waterman, so he wouldn’t
+come unless he was guarded. And they tried to take
+him away from us, you see. That’s how I happened
+to grab the gun. They had it all planned. A cop
+jumps on the running board and tosses a gun into the
+car and then they start to arrest the bunch for carrying
+concealed weapons. I’ve seen that tried before,
+so I picked up the gun and beat it. That’s all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Then they made up the story about your
+starting it by knocking a policeman down.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I ran into him by accident.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> You could have let them arrest Waterman.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> They were going to pull all three of us! We’d
+have been through the third degree by now and
+stretched out on the iron floor like so much sirloin
+steak. The way it is we’re all out of it. We’re all
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>out of it—we can carry the strike right over to the
+mills tomorrow.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Maybe you didn’t hear that Bardi was hurt.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Bardi?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> You didn’t hear that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> He wasn’t hurt much. I saw him leaning up
+against the gates, and he said he’d be all right in a
+minute.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Oh, no. He was hurt bad.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Who told you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Some fellow in there. He said Bardi was shot.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> What?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Yeah, I thought you knew that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Where did they take the boys that were hurt?
+[<i>He rises.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> I don’t know.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Capraro, a gentle young Italian, enters quietly from
+the street.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Hello, Cappie. We were just talking about
+Bardi.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO</span> [<i>after a pause</i>]. Bardi is dead.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> He is?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I just came from the hospital.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Hell. So it had to happen to Bardi. Was he
+shot?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Yes. They were careful to hit him where
+it would kill. He asked me to tell you good-bye for
+him. He was so sorry to die that way—in a hospital.
+He said—it means nothing this way. He said, please
+tell you all good-bye.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I see.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> And don’t you see pretty soon it will be your
+turn? Everybody knows what Northfield has said
+about all of you—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> So it had to happen to little Bardi.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> He was a good scout.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>A Salvation Army group begins to play and sing outside.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE ARMY.</span></p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c009'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>There’s a land that is fairer than day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And by faith we can see it afar,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For the Father waits over the way</div>
+      <div class='line'>To prepare us a dwelling-place there.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>In the sweet bye and bye,</div>
+      <div class='line'>We shall meet on that beautiful shore,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the sweet bye and bye,</div>
+      <div class='line'>We shall meet on that beautiful shore.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Ike, who is standing at the window, sings the next
+stanza with them, beginning in a low tone.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span></p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c009'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Those preachers come out every night</div>
+      <div class='line'>To tell us what’s wrong and what’s right.</div>
+      <div class='line'>If you ask them for something to eat,</div>
+      <div class='line'>They answer in voices so sweet—</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He raises his voice so that the words are heard.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c009'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>You will eat, bye and bye,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In your beautiful home beyond the sky.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Watch and pray, live on hay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>You’ll get pie in the sky bye and bye.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Aw, shut up, Ike.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The door opens and a pretty Salvation lass passes the
+tambourine while the band goes on singing. Nobody
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>pays any attention to her. Jerusalem Slim,
+wearing a Salvation uniform, enters behind her and
+stands near the door.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE ARMY.</span></p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c009'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>We shall sing on that beautiful shore</div>
+      <div class='line'>The melodious songs of the blest,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And our spirits shall sorrow no more,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Not a sigh for the blessings of rest.</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the sweet, etc.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The Lassie comes last to Ike, who looks inquisitively
+into the tambourine, then gravely holds out his cap
+to her.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> I’m in the same line myself, sister.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE LASSIE.</span> Jesus will save you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Not if I see him first, he won’t. I’m a Southern
+Jew, and Jesus himself wouldn’t touch a Southern
+Jew, sister. He might be willing to do something for
+one of those New York Jews, but I never met anybody
+that didn’t draw the line at an Israelite hillbilly.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE LASSIE.</span> Have you tried Him?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Sister, I get saved regular every winter, whenever
+my shoes wear out. I’ve got a groove wore in my
+back from back-sliding.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE LASSIE.</span> “Come unto me all ye who labor and are
+heavy-laden.” You’ll never find rest till you find
+Him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Sister, if you’re speaking for yourself, I’ll come,
+but if you’re speaking for the Kingdom of Heaven,
+I’ve been to Florida and these summer resorts ain’t
+what they’re cracked up to be in the prospectus.
+You’re too pretty to go round distributing the word
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>of God. You’re liable to create a false impression.
+Heaven ain’t like that. Why don’t you speak for
+yourself, kid?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE LASSIE</span> [<i>stepping back</i>]. I’m safe in His arms,
+brother.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> You’d be a lot more comfortable in mine.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The Lassie goes out. As she passes through the door,
+a shrill voice is heard testifying.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE VOICE.</span> I was on the street and Jesus saved me.
+My sins fell from me and left my soul as pure as the
+driven snow.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The door closes, cutting off the words.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> That was no accident, you know, about Bardi.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No, probably not.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> They had it in for him, after last year.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> You think they planned that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> I do.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> It is they that have red hands. The murderer
+loses in the end.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> The kind of murderer that killed Bardi dies
+mostly of old age.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SLIM.</span> You have all forgotten something. You have
+forgotten that God is love.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD</span> [<i>angrily</i>]. Christ, I thought that one was
+dead!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Oh, God is love, is he? Well, how much does
+he love the guy that instructed somebody to get
+Bardi?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SLIM.</span> Judge not that ye be not judged.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Throw him out.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> You! You’re a pious fraud. You’re one of
+them. The net effect of all you’ve got to say is to
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>support their capitalistic system! That’s what your
+army says, and that’s why business supports you.
+Teach ’em temperance so they’ll work steadier, teach
+’em to turn the other cheek, so they won’t make trouble
+when they’re robbed, teach ’em to judge not, so we
+can jail ’em and murder ’em without a come-back.
+Make ’em all good slaves in the name of Jesus Christ.
+That’s what you stand for!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SLIM.</span> Would you do violence for higher wages?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No, but if I had my hands on the man that shot
+Bardi, I wouldn’t answer for him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> You would be wrong. When you take violence
+into your hands, you lower yourself to the
+level of government, which is the origin of crime and
+evil.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Go on! The government’s nothing so important.
+It’s a police system, to protect the wealth of
+the wealthy. And Slim there, he stands for the
+priests of the world, going around advising everybody
+to knuckle under so the bankers can keep all
+they’ve got! That’s why the boys voted to end the
+strike in there. They’ve been taught to be slaves till
+they don’t know enough to take what’s their own.
+We had the strike all won for them, and they throw
+it all away because they owe a little money at the
+corner grocery and they’re scared of the police! Capraro
+and I talk ourselves blue in the face for them,
+and Bardi gets himself killed for them, and it’s all
+coming their way, and then what do they do? They
+decide they can’t stand it any longer and they take
+their wage cut and go back to work! No wonder
+the Rockefellers are good Baptists!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Then isn’t it all useless, Mac?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> By God, they’re going to know they’ve been in
+a fight before they put me away! What else does
+Northfield own besides mills and docks? I’ll have
+them all out on him! I’ll bleed him till he can’t pay
+his private dicks!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Good boy!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The telephone rings. Rosalie answers it.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Yes, he’s here. Mac.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Mac takes the phone.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Hello. Hello, Ben. What? Wait a minute.
+They’re <i>not</i> going back to work! I know they voted
+it down but they’re not going back because the engineers
+are staying out. Did you get that? And
+now get this, too. The engineers are staying out on
+my word that the mills are going out in sympathy,
+and you’ve got to work it for me. No, I’ve got to
+wait here till the meeting’s over. You can pull that
+through for me. [<i>A pause.</i>] Well, can you do
+this? Can you hold them half an hour till I can get
+there? Put on a show. Make it dramatic, and I’ll
+be over as soon as I hear from Andy. You’re damn
+right we’ll have the longshoremen out again! We’ll
+make them eat that vote and like it! All right! [<i>He
+hangs up, and turns to Ward.</i>] What was that you
+heard about raids tonight?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> I got it from old Bauer.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Well, there may be something in it, from what
+Benny says. They’ve got a posse mobilized over at
+the mills.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Then you won’t go over there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I’ve got to. It’s probably only the regular
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>guard. They call out the State Militia every time a
+couple of mill-workers shake hands. [<i>He takes down
+the receiver.</i>] Give me the committee room. Hello.
+Hello, Andy. I know you’re not alone. You don’t
+need to talk. You can give it to me yes or no. Are
+they waiting to hear from the mills? Well, the mills
+are waiting to hear from you, so for God’s sake shove
+them over. Yes. Benny says they will. And move
+fast or I won’t be in time. I’m going over there.
+[<i>He comes over to Rosalie.</i>] You’ve got to be a
+sport, sweetheart, you’ve got to.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I can’t do it any more. I’ve done it all I
+can. [<i>She is set and stern.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> It’s the only chance the strike’s got, Rosalie. If
+I go down there with the news that the engineers are
+going out I’m pretty sure I can stampede them.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> You’d better go then. Only don’t ask me
+to be a sport about it. I’m not going to try any
+more. I’m not going to be interested any more.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> What do you want me to do? Put on a white
+collar and sit in an office and push a pen around all
+day?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> You could do anything—anything you
+wanted to—only you don’t want to do anything but—save
+humanity or something like that—I don’t
+know what! All I know is they aren’t worth it—and
+they don’t care how much you do for them!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> They’re the only people who are worth anything.
+I admit they’re lunkheads and you’ve got to
+tell them. By God, somebody’s got to do the telling.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Get wise to yourself, Mac. They sit around
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>here and guzzle coffee and yes you one day and then
+go in there and vote you down the next! And they
+aren’t worth it and you don’t get anything out of it!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I get a hell of a lot of fun out of it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I thought so. You start strikes because you
+like to be in a fight and you run them because you
+like to act like a tin Napoleon—that’s all!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Thanks!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> That’s that—there’s nothing more to say—go
+ahead with your strike—do anything you like but
+don’t count on me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Does that mean you are walking out on me?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> It does. Don’t touch me and don’t come
+near me. I’m through, Mac, through. I don’t want
+to see you again and I hope— [<i>Rosalie runs out.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> “Tin Napoleon,” eh? Getting soft, Mac?
+Never knew you to take anything like that before.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> You try it on, fella, and see what’ll happen to
+you. [<i>Phone rings. Mac answers.</i>] Hello. What?
+Who is this? How do you know that? I’ve just
+been talking to Benny. They did! Ah, Christ!
+Can’t you round them up? Can’t you get another
+hall? You don’t have to let them get away with
+that! Who have you got with you? [<i>A long
+pause.</i>] All right. All right. Well, it certainly lets
+us down over here. Where are you going to be?
+I’ll call you there. [<i>He hangs up.</i>] That settles it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> What’s up?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Police broke up the mill meeting, wrecked the
+hall, and scattered the crowd. They won’t vote tonight.
+Anyway, they’re licked. And I guess we
+are. What do you say, Cappie?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> We must call Andy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I wish I thought the engineers would go out
+alone.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> They will not. Anyway, you must tell
+them.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> You tell ’em, Cappie.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO</span> [<i>going to telephone</i>]. Give me the committee
+room.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> So they go back tomorrow.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Looks like it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Hello, Andy. It’s all off. Police raided
+the mill-workers. Oh, no, no, no! We must not
+do that! Yes, so am I. [<i>He hangs up.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> You’d let the longshoremen go back to work
+tomorrow—after that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Not if I saw my way out of it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> What kind of guts have we got in this crowd,
+anyway? We can’t let ’em get away with that!
+Don’t you see it? They get away with that and
+we’re licked for good—the whole labor crowd’s
+licked?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Pretty damn near it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Look here, Mac. I never knew you to go
+soft before. What’s the matter with you? Do you
+want a vacation?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I didn’t ask for one, but I guess I’m going to get
+it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Ward, what’s the matter with you? I don’t
+understand this bunch. Are we going to lie down?
+God, there’s got to be something to do!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> There’s got to be, all right, but I can’t think
+of it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> I’ll tell you what I’d do if anybody had the
+guts to go with me—I’d fix it so nobody could go to
+work, scabs or union. I’d blow the docks to hell!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> There wouldn’t be any sense to that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Christ, what a crowd!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Be logical, man, be logical. I’ll do anything
+that’ll get us anywhere. Only that wouldn’t. Not
+this time.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Now’s the time it would do some good. And
+why not? They’ve used everything on us.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Well, I’d like to see it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Only you won’t touch it—oh, no! You
+wanted to know what you could do about the strike—and
+I told you that’s all—and do I get volunteers?
+I do not. Well, I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’m going
+alone.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Are you joking?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> I don’t joke with nitroglycerine. [<i>Suvorin
+has silently risen and come over behind Spiker. He
+lays his hand on Spiker’s shoulder. Spiker jumps.</i>]
+What do you want?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> You asked for a man.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Well?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Will I do?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Will you come with me?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Who are you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Who the hell are you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> You know me. I run this restaurant.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> You’re no longshoreman.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> You asked for a man.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> All right. Who else is coming?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> And now, who are you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Say, bohunk, I guess you know who I am.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I do not.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Well, I don’t know as I can help you then.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> He’s all right, Suvorin. He’s been working with
+us three months. He’s a California wobbly. They
+grow wild out there.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Anybody else game to go along?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> You wouldn’t go into that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> If he will tell me who he is.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Damn it, Mac told you who I am!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> How long were you in California?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Is this a third degree?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Why not answer me?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Tell him, Spiker. He’s all right. There’s nobody
+here you need be afraid of.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Three years.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> And before that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Do you want my life history?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> This is a serious matter.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> All right. I’ve been an I.W.W. organizer
+over four years. Before that I was in Pittsburgh.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> What was your trade?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Iron-worker.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> You’ve never been an iron-worker.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Are you calling me a liar?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I am. Look at that hand. Look at that
+wrist. [<i>He holds up Spiker’s hand.</i>] Where do you
+wear it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> What are you getting nasty about?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I said where do you wear it? On your underwear?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> What do you mean?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Your badge!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> I don’t wear any badge. Do I look like a
+dick?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> You do. [<i>He seizes Spiker’s shirt and turns
+the collar down.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Take your lousy paws off me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> There it is. [<i>He withdraws his hand with
+a detective’s badge in it.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> You planted that on me!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Oh, no.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC</span> [<i>rising</i>]. Look, here, Spiker!—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER</span> [<i>his hands on a gun in his pocket</i>]. Let go of
+me!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Sowerby slides under the table and stays there.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Certainly.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Spiker, released, backs to the street door, his eyes on
+Mac.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Spiker, is that true? [<i>Spiker, nearing the door,
+makes no answer.</i>] You’re a rat, then, are you?
+[<i>Spiker disappears.</i>] Why, God damn his soul, he’s
+been sitting in with us all through the strike! [<i>He
+makes a sudden dash for the cash drawer, takes out
+the gun and makes for the door.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Mac!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Suvorin blocks Mac’s way and pinions him, Ward takes
+the gun.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> All right, all right. I’m letting go. Only that’s
+the nearest I ever came to bumping anybody off.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Ward replaces the gun.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Sit there and think it over! And when next
+you wish to do a thing like that do it well, with forethought
+to save your skin, not like a fool! [<i>He looks
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>over the group.</i>] How many years have I sat here
+listening to fools’ talk? Five, ten—many years.
+And what have I learned from you? I have learned
+that you know nothing—that you learn nothing!
+Uplifters, you are, reformers, dreamers, thinking to
+make over the earth. I know you all, and you are
+all fools but Ike, who is a pan-handler. That is sensible....
+The earth is old. You will not make it
+over. Man is old. You will not make him over.
+You are anarchists, maybe, some of you socialists,
+some of you wobblies, you are all believers in pap.
+The world is old, and it is owned by men who are
+hard. Do you think you can win against them by a
+strike? Let us change the government, you say.
+Bah! They own this government, they will buy any
+government you have. I tell you there is no government—there
+are only brigands in power who fight for
+more power! It has always been so. It will always
+be so. Till you die! Till we all die! Till there is
+no earth!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>This Spiker you have here, you believe him, he looks
+right to you. How do I know him? I have a test
+for him. All my life I listen among men for a man
+who has hell in him, as I have. All my life I listen
+for one rebel, and when I have thought to find him
+I have looked under his lapel for the badge. When
+I find him he is a spy—always! There is only one
+man with enough hell in him to be dangerous—enough
+hell and cunning and power—and it is I alone!
+I came here from tyranny to find a free country, and
+this country set out to break me in its prisons because
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>I believed in its liberty. You should know what it
+is to wear iron to your bone! I can tell you of liberty!
+I can tell you of justice! There is none!
+There are men with whips and there are whipped men!
+That is all. And you are whipped. Because you
+are fools.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Who’s whipped?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> You are. You are whipped before you start.
+The government sets a little game for you, and you
+play it with them, and the government wins because
+it is their game. Then they put you in prison till
+you have tuberculosis. That is the end of you. It is
+an easy way. You are children in their hands. You
+have not even bothered to get money to fight them,
+you have not even learned to break from a prison, you
+do not even learn their tricks. Bah! They have
+cheap little tricks to hold you—handcuffs, bars—do
+you think they could hold me again with handcuffs
+and bars?—Yes, but you are happier so. You have
+not gone bad inside—and that is why you are not
+dangerous. That is why—you are not dangerous.
+[<i>He sits, his head in his hands.</i>] Play your game.
+They are safe from you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The door opens and a Policeman and Sergeant enter.
+Spiker stands in the doorway. Mac and Ward rise.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> Sit still, sit still. Just got warrants for a
+couple of arrests here, that’s all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Who do you want?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> James Macready and Dante Capraro.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> They’re not here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Oh, yes, they are.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Hello, rat.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> Those two.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT</span> [<i>to Mac</i>]. What’s your name?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Macready.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> Well, you’re wanted. What’s yours?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Capraro.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> You two come along. That’s all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Wait a minute, wait a minute. Where’s your
+warrant?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> Oh, I see. Constitutional rights and everything,
+huh? Well, here you are.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Wait. Let me read it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> Sure, read it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC</span> [<i>reading</i>]. Do you mean you’re arresting us for
+a murder?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> That’s what it says, ain’t it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> You can’t arrest us for any murder.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> I guess I can.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> What murder?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Kendall, the paymaster. Listen, we know nothing
+about that. We were having troubles of our own
+this afternoon.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>POLICEMAN.</span> We don’t know anything about that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> But you can’t do this. It isn’t right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> I don’t want any argument about it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER</span> [<i>coming in</i>]. You’d better search the place for
+weapons, sergeant. Look in the cash drawer.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> You lousy fink, is this your affair?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER.</span> And look them over for guns.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Mac suddenly hits Spiker in the jaw. Spiker goes
+down. The Sergeant grabs Mac, who wrestles with
+him to get at Spiker. The other policeman gets him
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>from behind. Rosalie tries to help and is shoved
+away. The Sergeant turns to Capraro.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> How about you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I know nothing of a murder.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> Put out your hands.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I will not.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He is handcuffed. Spiker finds the gun in the cash
+drawer.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SPIKER</span> [<i>to Suvorin</i>]. Whose is this?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I do not know.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> It’s mine. I put it there.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> How long have you had it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I don’t know. I’ve always had it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> I’ll take it. [<i>Spiker hands it over.</i>]
+That’s a service revolver.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Mac!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> You say this is yours?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> You can’t talk to him, you know. What’s
+your name?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Rosalie Suvorin.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> That’s all. We’re going.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Wait just a minute—please!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> You can’t go along, you know.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Can’t I speak to him a minute?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Don’t worry, kid. I’ve been pinched before.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He and the Sergeant go out, following Capraro and the
+other Policeman. Spiker hits Mac outside the door.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SERGEANT</span> [<i>at the door</i>]. By the way, I don’t think
+so much of the crowd you keep in here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Neither do I.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>[<i>Exit Sergeant. Ward goes to the door. Milkin is
+scribbling on a napkin.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN</span> [<i>to Ike</i>]. See dat? Dat don’t look so good.
+Dat’s de wrong sign.</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div>CURTAIN</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>
+<img src='images/i_gods_major_div_decoration.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<h3 class='c006'>ACT II</h3>
+<h4 class='c010'>SCENE I</h4>
+
+<p class='c011'><i>Scene: Office of District Attorney Salter in the courthouse.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c012'><i>There is a window, partly ivy-covered, at the right, and
+a door at the rear communicating with the Judge’s chambers.
+A door at the left opens on a hallway. The rear
+and lefthand walls are almost covered with a legal reference
+library, mostly in yellow leather bindings. There
+are two desks, one for Salter, one for his secretary. A
+couple of padded chairs are placed to front the attorney’s
+desk. The desks are piled with stacks of letters
+and ’script.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c012'><i>Salter, a thin, keen, and rather weary person, enters from
+the hall, tosses a hat on the rack, and begins to search
+through a mass of papers. He finds what he wants and
+sits at his desk.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c012'><i>There is a tap at the door and Haslet enters. He is a
+well-dressed, middle-aged business man.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c012'><i>It is after lunch.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Oh, hello, Arthur.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> How’s our little trial coming?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> It’s all right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> Going to convict?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Oh, yes.—Want to let ’em off?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> I do not.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Thought maybe somebody had changed his
+mind.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> Good God, man, those two Bolsheviks have
+raised more hell in this town the last two years than
+you’d get out of a dozen reform administrations.
+Every time we turn around they start something new
+on us.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Damned unpleasant.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> They’ve turned my hair grey, and they’ve
+cost the Northfield company a couple of millions, one
+time and another.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> It’s rather hard to make it look as if they had
+anything to do with the murder—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> Why is it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Lord, there’s no evidence.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> It looks like a pipe to me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I wish you had the job. And the next time
+the boys want to pin something on a couple of radicals
+I wish you’d call in a little expert advice before
+you start.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> You, for instance?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Me, for instance. It might make it a damn
+sight easier.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> Not that I tried to pin anything on them.
+But I think it was a damned good idea.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Well so far as I’m concerned it’s a mess. And
+devilish uncomfortable.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> How about that bomb last night?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> That helps. By the way, who set that bomb?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> How would I know? Some of their blackhand
+friends, I suppose.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Oh, no. They know better than that. Even
+a foreigner knows better than to set a bomb under a
+juryman’s front porch. Is Spiker still working for
+the company?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> You think Spiker did it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Well, I bet he knows who did.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> It was all news to me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Spiker’s got it in for Macready and Capraro.
+He’ll do more than he’s paid for. It wasn’t necessary
+at that. Not with this jury. It’s a hundred
+and forty proof Shriners and Chamber of Commerce.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> What are you kicking about then?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> The way it looks, that’s all. It’s the God-damnedest
+flimsiest case I ever had on my hands, yes,
+and the most sickening bunch of welching witnesses
+I ever had to deal with. We’re going to convict and
+it’s going to look like a frame-up. If I had it to do
+over again I’d see Northfield and his docks and mills
+in hell before I’d handle it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> You’re nervous, Will. What’s the matter
+with you? Don’t you own any stock?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I need some evidence to show up in the newspapers.
+You told me your operatives had an airtight
+case, and they said the same thing, and your
+witnesses are trying to back out all along the line.
+And who has to hold them to it? I do. It’s a rotten
+job. I’d like to know how Spiker got that original
+bunch of affidavits. He must have had everybody
+chloroformed.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> Those two Bolsheviks have got it coming. I
+don’t give a damn so long as we don’t lose.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You may wish you had, that’s all. The
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>town’s crawling with reporters sending in front page
+stuff. It’s going to make a stink you can smell from
+here to Siberia.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> What does the judge think about it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> When did a judge ever think? He’s paid
+not to. By the way, this Spiker person of yours,
+whom I dislike intensely, was in here this morning.
+He tells me the defense have a surprise witness to
+spring after I get all through.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> Who is it? The girl?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> The girl’s father.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> What of it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Well, Spiker thinks he’s got something on the
+old boy, that’s all. He’s looking up his record and if
+they put him on the stand he wants to spring something.
+I rather wish Spiker was up for murder.
+I’d take a passionate delight in railroading a crook,
+just for a change.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Judge Vail enters from the rear; he is fastening his
+robe.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> How are you, Judge?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>VAIL.</span> How are you? I’m excellent, excellent, thanks.
+You in court today?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> I’ll have to get back to town—just dropped
+in on my way. What’s the news?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>VAIL.</span> It’s all in the papers. They’re printing us verbatim
+this time. Great honor. I wanted to ask
+you, Will—as things are going now, are you likely to
+conclude your case today or will you require another
+session?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I’m putting on my two last witnesses this
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>afternoon. I don’t know what the defense will do.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>VAIL.</span> I fear it’s likely to drag on for some days.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> Are you betting on the results, Judge?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>VAIL.</span> I daresay they’ll be found guilty. And no
+doubt they are. No doubt they are. I long ago
+gave up trying to decide who was innocent and who
+was guilty. That’s the jury’s business. In this case
+we have an intelligent jury. [<i>He goes to the door,
+then turns to deliver a dry joke.</i>] But not too intelligent—not
+too intelligent. [<i>He goes out.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> He’s all right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Yeah. He’s been dead from the neck up for
+twenty-five years. And from the neck down for
+about forty—otherwise he’s fine.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> By the way, can we do anything for you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Sure, I want a steam yacht and a villa overlooking
+the Mediterranean. And I’m going to need
+’em when I’m through with this. No, you big swine,
+run along and sell your papers. I’m incorruptible.
+Anyway, you don’t need to corrupt me. I’ve got to
+win this case now or retire. I just wish to God I’d
+never got into it. That’s what makes me sore.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> You’re made, man, you’re made.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I suppose you think I’ll be the next governor.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HASLET.</span> Why not? So long, Will!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> So long, Arthur.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Haslet goes out left. Salter pushes a bell. A Court
+Attendant enters.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ATTENDANT.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Got that woman waiting?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ATTENDANT.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Bring her in.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The Attendant opens the door at the left and ushers
+in Mrs. Lubin, a woman of fifty or so.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes, Mr. Salter.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I got your letter this morning. Sit down.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN</span> [<i>sitting</i>]. Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You say you’ve changed your mind, you
+aren’t sure of what you saw and you can’t testify?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Don’t you think it’s pretty late in the day
+to change your mind?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir—but—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Do you remember what you said in your
+affidavit? [<i>He taps the paper in his hand.</i>] You
+said you were standing at the front window of your
+apartment at four-fifteen on the afternoon of April
+second and you saw Macready shoot Kendall from
+the front seat of a Buick touring car. That’s pretty
+definite, isn’t it? You swore to that, didn’t you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir—but—he was the only man in
+the room.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Who was?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Macready. When I identified him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Well, what of it? You identified him, didn’t
+you? You don’t deny that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> They told me I had to.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Who did?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> The men. The detectives.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Now, you’re going to forget about this letter,
+you understand? You’re going to forget about all
+that and testify to the story you told in your affidavit.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Mr. Salter, I really couldn’t identify him.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>I was too far away. And I’ve—Mr. Salter, I’ve been
+looking from that window,—and—I—couldn’t have
+seen the shooting at all. I heard the shot, but I
+couldn’t see where it was. And—Mr. Gluckstein
+knows that—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> How does he know?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> He came to the apartment.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> So you’ve been talking to the defense?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> I didn’t know who he was then. He
+came and asked if he could look out the window, and
+he asked me where the shooting was. I’d said the
+shooting was on the other side of the track, and you
+can’t see the street there because there’s a railroad
+tower in the way—and anyway—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> When you made this statement did you know
+you couldn’t see that part of the street from your
+window?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> No, sir. I thought I could. I didn’t
+really see the shooting. I looked out after I heard
+the shot.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Now get this straight, Mrs. Lubin. You’re
+not conducting this prosecution. I’ll take care of
+any little discrepancies between what you saw and
+what you couldn’t see. I want only one thing of
+you and that one thing I’m going to get. I want
+you to tell your story on the stand exactly as you
+told it before the magistrate.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> I tell you I can’t.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You’ll find you can. Tell me, Mrs. Lubin,
+why did you swear to this in the first place? Do you
+remember?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> They told me I had to.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Was there any special reason why you had to?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I have your record here, Mrs. Lubin. You
+have a grown son up-state, haven’t you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Does your son know that in 1915 you conducted
+a certain type of house at 54 Charles Street?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Oh, God, are you going over that again?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Not unless I have to. There are a good many
+things in this paper which have never come to the
+ears of your son. Shall I read it to you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN</span> [<i>hopelessly</i>]. No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Very well. We’ll forget that. I think
+you’ve failed to realize the extent to which the state
+is interested in this case, and also the extent to which
+the state is interested in you. You are a citizen of
+this country, Mrs. Lubin. Do you believe in the
+constitution?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Do you reverence the flag?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Then why do you change your testimony to
+shield anarchists? You’ll find that very hard to explain,
+Mrs. Lubin.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> I don’t—I—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Perhaps you are yourself an anarchist, Mrs.
+Lubin. Perhaps you have been bought off by the
+defense.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> I’m not being paid—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I don’t say you are. I’m just saying it might
+look that way. To a jury. The question is, would
+a jury believe you? It looks like perjury, and if it
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>came to a perjury trial how much of your past would
+you be able to conceal from your son?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN</span> [<i>deciding</i>]. Very well.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I give you my word, Mrs. Lubin, it is your
+duty as a citizen to stick to your story.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Very well, I will.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Exactly as in the affidavit?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir. Is that all?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> That’s all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Mrs. Lubin goes out. The Attendant appears.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ATTENDANT.</span> Bartlet’s here, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Bartlet?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ATTENDANT.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Send him in. [<i>The Attendant ushers in
+Bartlet, a youth of eighteen with a sodden face. He
+slumps in a chair.</i>] Well, sir, what have you got to
+say to me?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Me? They said you wanted to see me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Stand up! When I want you to sit down
+I’ll tell you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Bartlet rises.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> All right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I’ve heard about you. You couldn’t wait
+to get to court to give your testimony. You had to
+spread yourself all over town. Tell me what you’ve
+been saying.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> What I’ve been saying?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You heard me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> I haven’t been saying much.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Don’t lie to me! Sit down! [<i>Bartlet sits.</i>]
+Did you identify Capraro?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Well—I—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Did you identify Capraro?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> What if I did? I guess I was—I guess I
+was mistaken.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Listen to me, Bartlet. When you start
+swearing to evidence there’s only one safe thing to
+do—and that’s tell one story and stick to it. Now
+you’ve told your story and if you stick to it you’ll
+be protected—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yeah, but—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> But you start talking in court the way you’ve
+been talking down at the mill and you’re going to
+talk yourself into enough trouble to make you look
+sick the rest of your life. You said last spring that
+Capraro looked like the man you saw in the car—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yeah, but I couldn’t say it was him—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You don’t have to say it was him. I
+wouldn’t want you to. You’ll say it was the dead
+image of him. Can you remember that? The dead
+image of him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Maybe that wouldn’t be right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> It’s true, isn’t it? It looked like Capraro.
+All right, say that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> It looked like Capraro, all right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Certainly it did. It was the dead image of
+him. And mind you, that doesn’t mean it was Capraro.
+That means it looked like him. Can you
+remember that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yeah, I guess that’d be all right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Can you remember it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> The dead image of him, sure.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> And if you aren’t going to stay with it you’d
+better tell me now.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> All right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER</span> [<i>changing tone</i>]. You know, Bartlet, there’s
+a good many of us taking an interest in you around
+here. Some of us haven’t been quite sure whether
+you’d turn yellow or come through like a man. It
+isn’t as if these birds weren’t guilty, you know. We
+know they’re guilty. Why, damn it, they believe
+in murder. It’s part of their platform. Do you
+know why you thought Capraro looked like the man
+in the car?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Well, I’ll tell you. Because he was the man
+in the car. Talk about the dead image of him! It
+was Capraro!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yes, sir, it was the dead image of him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER</span> [<i>under his breath</i>]. Jesus Christ! [<i>He goes
+back to his desk.</i>] All right, Bartlet. You’ll be
+called this afternoon. And we’re depending on you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yes, sir. [<i>He goes out.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>There is a knock at the door.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Come in. [<i>Gluckstein enters.</i>] Why, hello,
+Gluckie. How’s the Soviet today?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Pretty well, thanks. How’s the White
+Guard?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> A bit shaky, but game.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Listen, Salter—just man to man, now—you
+know my boys aren’t guilty, don’t you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You’re a man of high principles, Gluckie, if
+they weren’t innocent you wouldn’t defend ’em—not
+for a minute.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> But seriously now, Salter. I don’t mind
+telling you I’m worried. I know you haven’t any
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>case. I know you haven’t any evidence. I know
+the boys aren’t guilty. I know the case looks as if
+it was going against you. But if you keep on playing
+up the Bolshevik business to that jury—why, it’s
+plain murder. You tell that jury a man’s a radical
+and the whole twelve will vote to hang him. And
+do you think they’re guilty?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> That’s what we’re here to find out, friend.
+That’s what the jury’s for.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Well—maybe it’s too much to ask.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I guess it is.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> You wouldn’t consider playing the game
+fair?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Old man, I’m a District Attorney. I’m paid
+to play the game. I’m supposed to win if I can.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Well, but, for God’s sake, have a little
+decency about it. That bomb last night, for instance.—That’s
+dirty, you know.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Your clients have amusing little friends.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> <i>My</i> clients!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You don’t think we’d do that—?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Well—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Well, God knows I don’t know. Why the
+foreman of a jury should hitch a bomb under his
+front porch. It’s just my good luck, that’s all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> And why are my witnesses shadowed,
+Salter? And why am I shadowed?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I don’t know about the witnesses.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Then how about me? Is it fair to put
+plain-clothes men on my trail?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You mean you’ve been followed?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> You know I have.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Gluckie, you’ve been followed by nothing
+but your own bad conscience. You mean you’ve
+had detectives following my detectives? Gluckie,
+that isn’t right!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> I know the men and I know who pays
+them.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> It’s none of my doing, Gluckie. I’ll tell you
+the truth about that, though. Somebody was tipped
+off by somebody that there was a woman somewhere
+in your spotless young life. That’s all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> But that’s—that’s contemptible.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Certainly it is. I wouldn’t use anything of
+the sort. But as a matter of fact I’d advise you to
+watch your step, Gluckie. Not all the members of
+my club are men of conscience, like me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> I see.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Then there’s something in it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> No? Well—it might be better on the whole
+if you didn’t win the case, you see? That is, as far
+as you’re concerned personally.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> That’s blackmail, isn’t it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Well, not legally. And you have nothing to
+worry about, anyway. Because I don’t think you
+can win, Gluckie. I don’t think you’ve got a chance
+in the world. I almost wish you had. That’s
+straight.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Well—we’ll see.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Sure, we’ll see.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Gluckstein goes out. Salter goes wearily to the telephone,
+takes it up, thinks a minute, then takes the
+receiver off the hook.</i>]
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>Get me Spiker, will you? Hello, hello! Hello,
+Spiker—say, listen, Spiker, this is Salter. Wait a
+minute, listen to me. You’re a low-down crook and
+I hate your guts and I could win this case without
+you, do you get that? All right, many of them—but
+if you want that guy Henry in court when the
+old man testifies you’d better bring him along this
+afternoon, just to make sure. Yeah? Well, now
+listen to me some more. I think you’re all set to
+queer this case with your under-cover stuff. If this
+is Department of Justice information it’s probably
+crooked and it’s probably dirty, because I’ve played
+with them before. [<i>A silence.</i>] Well, damn it,
+when do I get my data? I’ve got to talk, you know.
+I’m no moving picture. All right. Have him up
+near the stand. Well, you can explain it to him,
+can’t you? If he used to be a sheriff he ought to
+know that much. [<i>The Attendant enters.</i>] I
+haven’t got time. The session starts at one.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ATTENDANT.</span> Are you ready, Mr. Salter?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER</span> [<i>in the phone</i>]. Yeah, I think they will. I
+don’t know whether he knows it or not. Oh, it’s a
+pleasure, a pleasure! [<i>He hangs up.</i>] No brains,
+that’s all, no brains. [<i>He picks up his manuscript
+and makes for the door.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div>CURTAIN</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>
+<img src='images/i_gods_major_div_decoration.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c006'>ACT II</h3>
+<h4 class='c010'>SCENE II</h4>
+
+<p class='c011'><i>Scene: The court room with the court in session.
+Judge Vail is on the bench; the jury sits back opaque
+and weary; Gluckstein waits nervously; Salter is examining
+Mrs. Lubin, who is on the witness stand; Macready
+and Capraro sit in irons, with guards on either
+side; Rosalie, Suvorin, Bartlet and Mrs. Lubin’s son
+wait to be called as witnesses. Attendants right and left
+of Bench Sergeant at door left.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Now from that point will you tell the story
+in your own words, Mrs. Lubin?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> From the time I went to the window?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> I was looking out and I noticed there
+wasn’t much traffic for a Saturday afternoon, and—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Go on.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Then I noticed there was a train on the
+track and the gates were down, but the engine was
+backing up again—well, there were only two automobiles
+south of the tracks and they could have gone
+on, but they didn’t because there was some kind of a
+fight there. One of the cars was a Ford and the
+other was a larger car, a Buick, I thought—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Open or closed?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Open. Then there was a shot and I saw
+a man jump into the large car. He was carrying
+something I couldn’t see. And then the car went up
+the street around the corner. But the Ford stayed
+there and people came running.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You say there was a shot, Mrs. Lubin. Did
+you see who fired that shot?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN</span> [<i>looking down</i>]. Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Who was it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Macready.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Where was he when he fired the shot?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> At the steering wheel.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> And the other man, the one that jumped into
+the car, do you know who it was?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> No, sir. His back was toward me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Do you see Macready in this room, Mrs. Lubin.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Where is he?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> He is one of the defendants. The tall
+one.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Thank you, Mrs. Lubin.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Mrs. Lubin starts to rise.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Does the defense wish to examine?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> I do.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> You may take the witness.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> There is one point in your story which
+I wish you would explain in greater detail, Mrs. Lubin.
+You say you saw this shooting from the front
+window of your apartment on the third floor?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> On which side of the railroad track were
+these two cars when the shooting occurred?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> On the south side.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Now isn’t it true, Mrs. Lubin, that there
+is a signal tower between your apartment windows
+and the tracks which entirely shuts off your view of
+the street south of the railroad?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Not entirely.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Almost entirely?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Not so much as that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> You have a son, haven’t you, Mrs. Lubin?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Do you see him in court?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Had you expected to see him here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I don’t see what that has to do with it!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> One moment.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> No, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Has your son ever visited you in your
+apartment?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Is he familiar with the details of it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MRS. LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Now, Mrs. Lubin, can you look your
+son in the eyes and say again that it was possible to
+see that shooting where you said it was—?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I object to that. She answered that!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Objection sustained. Strike out the
+question.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Very well. That is all. [<i>He sits
+down.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Call the next witness.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Mrs. Lubin leaves the stand.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Jerome Bartlet.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ATTENDANT.</span> Jerome Bartlet will take the stand.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Bartlet goes up to the stand.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ATTENDANT.</span> Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing
+but the truth, so help you God?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MACREADY.</span> Ha! Ha!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The Judge raps for order.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> How old are you, Mr. Bartlet?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Twenty-four.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Where are you employed?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> At the mill. The planing mill on Front
+Street.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Where were you at four-fifteen on the afternoon
+of April second of this year?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> I was going home from work along the
+docks along Front Street.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> And did anything especial occur on that
+afternoon as you were going home?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Tell us what it was, please.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Just before I got to the railroad track I
+heard a shot and I thought I’d better get out of the
+way, so I—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Tell us what else you saw.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> I saw a man fall over a wheel in a Ford by
+the tracks. The Ford was standing still because the
+gates was down. And then I saw a man jump away
+from the Ford and get in another car—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> And then what—?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Then the gates was coming up, so the car
+went up Front Street and turned off, and then I saw
+a policeman jumping in a car—and it went after
+them—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> And the Ford stayed there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yes, sir, the man was shot.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Did you see who did the shooting?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> No, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Did you see the face of the man who jumped
+into the other car after the shooting occurred?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Have you seen him since?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Did you identify him?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Who was he?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> I said he looked like Capraro.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Oh, he looked like Capraro. How much did
+he look like him?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> I object to that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Overruled.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Would you say it was Capraro?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> It was the dead image of him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> That is all, your Honor. The prosecution
+rests.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> The defense may take the witness.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Where did you say you were, Mr. Bartlet,
+at four-fifteen on the afternoon of April second?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> I was—I was watching the—robbery. I
+was going home from work.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> And how do you fix the time in your
+mind? How do you know it was four-fifteen?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> I get out of the mill at four—on Saturdays,
+I do.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> And how do you know it was April
+second?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Well, it was the day the murder happened,
+because I saw it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Where were you standing when you
+saw it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Right near the gate to the pier there.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Were you on the south or the north side
+of the tracks?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> The south side.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> On which side of the tracks did the
+murder occur?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> The south side—where I was.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> You say you heard the shooting and
+then saw a man jump into a car which drove away?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you see the shooting or only hear it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> I heard it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> And you saw this man who jumped into
+the car?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> And you say he looked like Capraro?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Do you say he was Capraro?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> No, sir. It was the dead image of him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Oh, it was not Capraro. It was the
+dead image of him?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> What do you mean by the dead image
+of him?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> Well, it looked like him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Do you mean it was a dead image that
+looked like him?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Objection.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Sustained. You need not answer that
+question.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Your Honor, this witness quite evidently
+has no notion of the meaning of the phrase “dead
+image.” It is my belief that his use of it will mislead
+the jury unless we hear an explanation of it from
+his own lips.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> You must allow the jury to decide what
+he means, Mr. Gluckstein.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Gluckstein bows.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> When you identified Capraro as the man
+who leaped into the murder car, Mr. Bartlet, what
+was the procedure followed? Were there other men
+in the room, or was Capraro there alone?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Objection.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Sustained. The method of identification
+should not concern us here. We assume that every
+precaution was taken by the police against the possibility
+of error.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> I do not assume that, your Honor.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Then you have not properly prepared
+for the question. We are not investigating the methods
+of identification customary in this state.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Your Honor, my point is that the methods
+of identification employed by the State in securing
+evidence for this trial were arbitrary, unusual,
+and deliberately pre-arranged to incriminate the defendants.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> You have witnesses to that effect?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> The prosecution is well aware that every
+possible hindrance has been put in the way of my
+obtaining such evidence!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER</span> [<i>on his feet</i>]. If you have evidence of anything
+like that!—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> The objection is sustained. You may
+proceed.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> I enter an exception. [<i>The Judge bows.
+Gluckstein turns to Bartlet.</i>] What do you mean by
+dead image, Mr. Bartlet?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BARTLET.</span> I mean it looked like him. Short and dark.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Objection! I object to that! That question
+has been answered!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> You are a little late, Mr. Salter, nevertheless
+the objection is sustained. Strike out the
+question and answer.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> May I point out to your Honor that his
+second answer does not tally with the first—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> The second question is not admissible in
+the record. Proceed.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> In that case, I have finished with the
+cross-examination.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> You have a number of witnesses to call
+in rebuttal, I understand?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Bartlet leaves the stand.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Yes, your Honor. Harry Lubin.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ATTENDANT.</span> Harry Lubin to the stand. [<i>Mrs. Lubin’s
+son comes forward. He is a young countryman
+of twenty-two or thereabout.</i>] Do you swear
+to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but
+the truth, so help you God?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> I do.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> How old are you, Mr. Lubin?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> Twenty-two.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Where are you employed?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> I’ve been working on a farm up north.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Are you the son of Mrs. Lubin, who
+testified a few moments ago?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Have you lived at your mother’s home
+recently?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> No, sir. Not since I can remember. I’ve
+always lived on my uncle’s farm up-state.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> You have visited your mother in the
+apartment she now occupies?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir. Quite often.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> How often?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> Maybe once or twice a year.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> And she has lived there how long?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> About ten years.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you find anything strange about
+your mother’s testimony?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I object to that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> You will reframe your question.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Have you ever looked out the front windows
+of your mother’s apartment on Front Street?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir. Often.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Is it possible to see the street south of the
+tracks from those windows?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> Very little of it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> In case you were looking out from the
+front of that apartment and the gates were down
+across the tracks, would it be possible to see the face
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>of the driver of a car on the south side of the tracks.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> Not usually.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> It would sometimes?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir. If a car happened to be standing at
+the far side of the street.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Would it be possible to see the face of
+a driver of more than one car at the same time?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> I’ve never been able to.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> You have tried it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> When?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> After my mother identified one of the men
+in the robbery.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> And did you ask her how she happened
+to be able to see the face of the man in the car?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Do you remember her answer?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Objection. This court is hardly interested in
+hearsay.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> The question is relevant, Mr. Salter.
+Answer the question.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> At first she said the car was on the far side
+of the street—but it couldn’t have been there because
+that was where the Ford was standing, so she
+finally—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Yes?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> She finally said she didn’t see the robbery at
+all. She said she looked out after the shot was fired.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you ask her anything else?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Objection!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE.</span> Answer the question.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> I asked her why she identified Macready if
+she couldn’t see him, and she said she had a reason
+she couldn’t tell me. And then she said—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Mrs. Lubin is sobbing quietly.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Your Honor, will you allow this to continue?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> It is quite relevant.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> She said she’d take it back—she wouldn’t
+identify him in the trial.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Do you know why she has changed her
+mind again?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>LUBIN.</span> No, sir. I can’t understand it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Thank you, Mr. Lubin. That is all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Has the State any question?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> No questions.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> The witness is excused.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Lubin goes back to his place. His Mother looks up at
+him, then looks away. Lubin puts his arm about
+her for a moment. Then sits.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Call Miss Rosalie Suvorin.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ATTENDANT.</span> Miss Suvorin to the stand. [<i>Rosalie
+comes to the witness chair.</i>] You understand the
+value of an oath, Miss Suvorin?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I do.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ATTENDANT.</span> Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole
+truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I do.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> I have only a few questions to ask you,
+Miss Suvorin.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Where were you on the evening of April
+second of this year?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> The Lyceum restaurant on Laden Street.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you during that evening see either
+of the defendants?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I saw both of them.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you have any conversation with
+Mr. Macready?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Will you give us the substance of what
+was said?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> We talked about where he had been that
+afternoon—and about—whether it wasn’t foolish for
+him to get mixed up in strikes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did Mr. Macready tell you what part
+he had taken in the strike that afternoon?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Do you know what Macready did with
+the gun he took from the car?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> He gave it to me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you look at it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No, sir, I put it in the cash drawer.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Do you know whether any of the chambers
+had been fired when he gave it to you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Now, I’m going to ask you a personal
+question, Miss Suvorin, because if I don’t ask it, it
+will be asked by the prosecution. What were your
+relations with Mr. Macready?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> We—are engaged to be married—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> You are still engaged to be married?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE</span> [<i>looking at Macready</i>]. Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you encourage him to take part in
+the strike?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No, sir. I asked him not to. We quarreled
+about that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Was it a serious quarrel?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Yes, sir. I told him I wouldn’t marry him.
+But I would now.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Have you seen him since that evening?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No, sir. They wouldn’t let me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Why not?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> They said I was a material witness.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> But you are still engaged to marry him?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I think so. I’m—I’m in love with him.
+And I’m telling him now because it’s the only chance
+I have—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Objection.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Quite right. I thank you, Miss Suvorin.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Has the prosecution any questions?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> A very few, your honor. I also, Miss Suvorin,
+have only a few questions I wish to ask you.
+Were you present, Miss Suvorin, on the evening of
+the robbery when Mr. Macready was arrested?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Yes, I was.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> As you remember it, what was Mr. Macready’s
+attitude toward the arrest?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> His attitude?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Yes, did he resist the arrest?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> There has been evidence here, my dear, that
+Mr. Macready struck a detective. You don’t remember
+that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Yes, but the detective had pretended he was
+an I.W.W. He’d been in the strike with them.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Then Mr. Macready did strike the detective?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Then he did resist arrest?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> He didn’t want to be arrested.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> No. Certainly not. Now, is it true, Miss
+Suvorin, that you ran to him and took part in the
+struggle?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I don’t remember. I think so.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Were you trying to save him from something
+when you did that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER</span> [<i>menacing</i>]. Were you trying to save him
+from death in the electric chair for the murder of
+Kendall?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Mr. Macready had come to you and given you
+this weapon and asked you to hide it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> He didn’t ask me to hide it!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Then why did you say you knew nothing
+about the weapon when the police found it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I was afraid.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> What were you afraid of?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I was afraid they wouldn’t believe what he’d
+told me about it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You mean that you two had made up a story
+about this weapon and that you were afraid it wasn’t
+good enough?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No, sir—we hadn’t made—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Yes or no is enough.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Do you mean to tell this court that you come
+here to give unbiased testimony in favor of the defendants?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I’m telling the truth.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Did you tell the truth to the detectives about
+the gun you had in the cash drawer?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> When did you make up your mind to change
+your story?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I don’t know.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You’re in love with Macready, aren’t you?
+You’d say anything to save him?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> I object to that!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Strike out the question.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> That’s all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Will you call your next witness, Mr.
+Gluckstein? [<i>He looks at his watch.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> James Macready.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Macready is led to the stand by an officer.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ATTENDANT.</span> Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole
+truth, and nothing but the truth?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Now just for a change from the prosecution’s
+witnesses, I do.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Will you tell me, Mr. Macready, where
+you were at four-fifteen on the afternoon of the murder
+of Kendall?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I was walking north along Front Street.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> You left the scene of the rioting?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Yes, sir. After I got away with that gun I
+thought I’d better not go back. They knew I had
+it, and they’d have pulled me for having it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> How far was the scene of the rioting
+from the tracks where the crime was committed?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> All of a mile.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> The time of the rioting has been fixed
+by many witnesses at about four o’clock. Would it
+have been possible for you to reach the scene of the
+crime by four-fifteen?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Well, the mix-up had been going on about fifteen
+minutes before I left.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Then you started north at about four-fifteen?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I think so.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> If you had walked south you’d have
+been going toward the scene of the robbery?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> But you walked north?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Yes. Well, at first I was running, you know;
+later I slowed down.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Where were you going?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I went to Capraro’s room. We always went
+there, and I thought he’d telephone as soon as he got
+loose from the police.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did he telephone?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Do you know why not?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> He was taking care of Nick, Nick Bardi.
+Nick was shot by the police, died that evening.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> When did you leave the room?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> About seven I went over to my room to see if
+Capraro was there. I hadn’t heard any news and
+I thought we’d have dinner together.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Was Caprarao there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Where did you go after that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I went to Suvorin’s restaurant in the Lyceum
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>and looked in and there were two policemen eating
+there, so I went and ate at Joe’s. Then I went to a
+movie to kill time.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> At what time did you return to the Lyceum?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> About ten-thirty.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Why did you go there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> There was a strike meeting called—and I was
+one of the speakers. And then I wanted to see
+Rosalie.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> For any especial reason?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No, just wanted to see her.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> How did you happen to give her the
+revolver?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I didn’t want to carry it around.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> How did that revolver come into your
+possession?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> A policeman threw it into the car we were riding
+in, and I grabbed it up and jumped out of the
+car.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> And what was your motive in that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> To prevent the police planting evidence on Mr.
+Waterman.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you ever fire that revolver?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you know, while it was in your
+possession, that one chamber had been fired?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Yes, I looked at it in Capraro’s room.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did that mean anything to you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Not a thing. It was just a service revolver, with
+one cartridge empty. Only now I think that cartridge
+killed Bardi.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Were you present at the holdup of Kendall?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you shoot Kendall with that service
+revolver?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No. I’ve never shot at anybody—at any time.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> One more question. Are you engaged
+to marry Rosalie Suvorin?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> She said she wouldn’t marry me because I got
+into too much trouble. But if she will, I’m certainly
+engaged to her.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Are you in love with her?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC</span> [<i>leaning forward</i>]. Why drag that in? From
+the day it started I knew this trial was a railroad
+train. I took one look at the jury and I knew what
+they came in here for. Now I’ve listened to about
+a thousand phoney witnesses, lying like hell, and my
+impression is they got by a hundred per cent. It
+won’t make any difference whether I’m in love with
+a girl or not—not to them. And at that, it’s nobody’s
+business but the girl’s.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Very well. Thank you, Mr. Macready.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Does the State wish to question?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Yes, your Honor. So you believe, Mr. Macready,
+that you are going to be convicted?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> If it can be fixed it will be.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> What makes you so pessimistic, Mr. Macready?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I’ve been around in this country some, and I’ve
+seen the courts work. When you get a red or an
+agitator in court the custom is to soak him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Have you ever been convicted of a crime?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Well, I’ve been convicted of belonging to the
+I.W.W. out in California, if you call that a crime.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Were you guilty?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I was of being an I.W.W.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> What are the principles of the I.W.W.?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> One big union, organized to break the capitalistic
+stranglehold on natural resources.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Does the I.W.W. advocate violence?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Only when expedient, which is seldom.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> When does it consider violence expedient?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Listen, we’re taking up time here. If you’re
+interested in the I.W.W. I’ve got a book I’d like
+to lend you. You can read it in fifteen minutes,
+and when you get through, you’ll know something
+about economics.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Thank you. But do you advocate violence?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I never have.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You would if you thought it expedient?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I would. So would you. So does everybody.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> And you don’t think the workers get justice
+in this country?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No. Do you? Did you ever hear of a policeman
+hitting a capitalist over the head?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Do you believe in our constitution?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I believe it was made by a little group of hogs
+to protect their own trough. Anyway, why bring
+up the constitution when you don’t even enforce the
+bill of rights? The whole damn thing’s a dead letter
+except the eighteenth amendment, and the only
+reason we make a play for enforcing that is because
+there’s graft in it! You use the courts and the constitution
+and the flag and the local police to protect
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span>capital and keep the working man in his place!
+Whenever there’s a law that might be to the working
+man’s advantage, you forget that one! That’s
+why you forget the bill of rights! And when some
+law gets passed by accident that might hamper capital,
+you forget that! You forgot the Sherman Act
+till some of you figured out how you could apply it
+to the Labor Unions! And then, Jesus Christ, how
+quick you put it on ’em!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Judge Vail’s gavel falls.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Have you no respect for the courts, sir?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Certainly not. The courts are the flunkies of
+the rich.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> You realize that you are on trial in this
+court for your life?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Do you think you can scare me into respecting
+you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> I merely wish to warn you, sir, that in
+this frame of mind you make an exceedingly poor
+witness in your defense.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> It’s my usual frame of mind.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> So you don’t advocate violence?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> No. If I did I wouldn’t work through the
+unions.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Isn’t it true that you and Capraro and a man
+named Nick Bardi, who was killed, organized the
+attack on the police on the afternoon of the murder?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> We didn’t attack the police. They attacked us.
+We did nothing we didn’t have a right to do under
+that constitution you’re talking about.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> But you knew there would be violence?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> We knew the police could always be trusted to
+start something.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You had been warned not to try to reestablish
+your picket lines?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> We had. By a corporation judge.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Now, Mr. Macready, isn’t it true that you and
+Capraro started this riot to draw the police and make
+it easy to get away after robbing the payroll?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> I object.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I’ll answer it. No, it is not true.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Why did you resist arrest?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I hit Spiker because he double-crossed me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Did you make no other resistance?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Maybe I did. I didn’t like the idea of being arrested.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Have you ever heard of such a thing as the
+consciousness of guilt?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I didn’t feel it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Why did you turn away from the restaurant
+when you saw two policemen inside?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> That’s a childish question. What would you
+do if you’d just been in a brush with the police?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> When you leaped from the car, you knocked
+a policeman down. Was that because you don’t believe
+in violence?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> He was in my way.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You have no respect for authority?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Respect for authority is a superstition. And
+the sooner everybody gets over it, the better.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Where were you during the war?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I was in Bisbee, Arizona, at the time of the deportations.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span>I was in Everett at the time of the
+I.W.W. massacre. You heard about that, I suppose?
+When the gallant business men of Everett
+came out and shot down wobblies in cold blood?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You were a pacifist and an agitator during
+the war?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> I was, and I am proud of it. What were you
+in the war?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Do you have respect for that flag?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> What does it stand for? If it stands for the
+kind of government we’ve got in Washington and
+for you and your kind, all right, I’ve got as much
+respect for it as I’ve got for the government in Washington—and
+for you and your kind! Who killed
+Salsedo?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I think I understand you—and I think the
+court and the jury understand you. That’s all, Mr.
+Macready.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>There is a brief silence. Then the Foreman of the
+jury rises slowly, a long finger stretched out at Macready.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>FOREMAN.</span> There’s one thing I’d like to ask. There
+was a bomb set off under my house last night. Now
+I don’t want to do anybody an injustice, but I was
+under the impression Mr. Macready believed in violence.
+If he don’t I’d like to know where that bomb
+came from!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The Judge’s gavel falls.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> You are out of order, Mr. Schaler.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>FOREMAN.</span> All right. [<i>He starts to sit down.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC</span> [<i>rising</i>]. If anybody wants to know who sets
+bombs in this state—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span><span class='fss'>SALTER</span> [<i>to the guards</i>]. Hold that man.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The Guards leap on Mac, who submits smiling.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> What’s the matter, kid? Are you afraid of me?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>They haul him to his chair.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Your Honor, I move to call this a mistrial.
+The Foreman of the jury has displayed open
+prejudice.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> I will take your motion under advisement.
+Meanwhile let us proceed with the evidence.
+Is it your intention to place the other defendant on
+the stand?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> One moment. [<i>He bends over and
+speaks low to Capraro.</i>] Mr. Capraro will take the
+stand.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Capraro does so.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ATTENDANT.</span> Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole
+truth, and nothing but the truth?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> As near as I can.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> There are two possible answers to that
+question: I do, or I do not.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> You must excuse me. I do.—As near as
+I can.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Do you mean that you will tell the truth
+to the best of your knowledge and belief?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> If you like that phrase better—yes, I do.
+But I would not wish you to believe that I would
+know the truth better than other men, for it seems
+to me that no man would know the truth exactly.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Judge Vail smiles frigidly.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> The court is aware of that, Mr. Capraro.
+We expect only that you tell the truth as you see it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I will try, Mr. Gluckstein.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> I want you to tell me first, Mr. Capraro,
+where you were at four-fifteen on the day of the
+murder of the paymaster.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I think I was taking care of Nick Bardi.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> How did that happen?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> After they throw the gun in the car and
+Mac runs away with it, I am sitting at the wheel
+while they arrest Mr. Waterman, the lawyer. They
+seem to pay no attention to me at first, and when
+they leave me alone in the car there is a great deal
+of excitement and I just drive away. [<i>He smiles.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Where did you drive?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I drive around the block and leave the car
+there. I am planning to wait there until Mr. Waterman
+will wish me to drive him somewhere—police
+station—home—somewhere.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> And where did you go after leaving the
+car?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I went back where the fight was and then
+I saw Nick Bardi trying to get up off the ground.
+He said he was shot at the first but he didn’t know
+it was bad till he fell down. So I help and we went
+to the car and go to his house. When the doctor
+comes he says to take Nick to the hospital and before
+long he is dead in the hospital, and I take the
+car to the garage where Mr. Waterman keeps it.
+Then I walk to the restaurant in the Lyceum.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> At what time did you reach the restaurant?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Maybe eleven o’clock.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you make any resistance when arrested?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Not much. But I am not used to it. [<i>He
+smiles.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Were you present when Kendall was
+shot?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> No, I could not be.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> When did you first learn that he had
+been killed?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> In the newspaper, in Suvorin’s.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Is it true that after you drove away
+from the pier you picked up Macready and drove
+south to carry out the holdup of the paymaster?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> No. To that I can say I am very sure.
+No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> That is all, Mr. Capraro. Thank you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> The prosecution may take the witness.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> How much money have you in the bank, Mr.
+Capraro?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I do not know. Not exactly. But not
+much.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Do you remember depositing five thousand
+dollars in the City Bank on April second?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> That was not my money. That was relief
+funds.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You could draw checks on it, couldn’t you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Only the committee.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Is it true that the holdup occurred on April
+second and on that same day you deposited five thousand
+dollars?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> The City Bank stays open in the evening,
+doesn’t it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You might have robbed the paymaster at
+four-fifteen and had plenty of time to put money in
+that bank the same day? It was possible?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> No, it was not possible for me. I put that
+money in the bank in the morning.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Do you believe in capitalism?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You believe that all property should belong
+to the workers?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Property should belong to those who create
+it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You are a communist?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I am an anarchist.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> What do you mean by that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I mean, government is wrong. It creates
+trouble.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You would destroy all government?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> It will not be necessary. I would rather
+wait till it was so rotten it would rot away. That
+would not be so long now. [<i>He smiles.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You are an anarchist?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You are against this government of ours?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Against all governments.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Have you ever thrown a bomb?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> No, I would leave that for the other side.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> In 1917 you left your home to avoid the
+draft, didn’t you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You opposed the war?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> It was a war for business, a war for billions
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>of dollars, murder of young men for billions.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You broke the law in evading the draft?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You don’t mind breaking the law?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Sometimes not.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Who decides for you what laws you will
+break and what laws you’ll keep?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I decide it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Oh, you decide it!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Every man decides for himself.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> There was nothing to prevent you from deciding
+to kill a paymaster and putting the money in
+the bank?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> No, only I. I would decide against it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Do you honor that flag?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I did before I came to this country. Now
+I know it is like all the other flags. They are all
+the same. When we are young boys we look on a
+flag and believe it is the flag of liberty and happy
+people—and now I know it is a flag to carry when
+the old men kill the young men for billions. Now I
+look at that flag and I hear it saying to me, “How
+much money have you? If you have plenty of
+money—then I promise you paradise—I will give
+you more—I will give you the justice and freedom
+of your neighbours! But if you are poor I am not
+your flag at all.”</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> What is your religion, Mr. Capraro?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I have none.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You are an atheist?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You are then an outlaw, bowing neither to
+the standards of God nor men?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I have committed no crime.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> And do you expect us to believe that, Mr.
+Capraro? What, in all solemnity, in the name of
+God, prevents you from committing crime?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Myself. My own heart.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You set yourself above God, above all law,
+above all control?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I have met nobody I would trust to decide
+for my own soul.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Your Honor, we have stumbled here upon a
+subject more serious than robbery, more serious than
+murder. If I had known where my questions were
+leading, I should have hesitated before asking them.
+Perhaps I should apologize—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> You’re goddam right you should! [<i>The gavel
+falls.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> Is there any reason in your constitution why
+I should not believe as I think? Is there any reason
+in your constitution why I should worship your God
+or your flag?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> That is all, your Honor.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> For Christ’s sake, Amen.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Capraro leaves the stand.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Does this conclude your case, Mr. Gluckstein?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> No, your Honor. I have one more witness
+I should like to call.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Very well.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Michael Suvorin.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ATTENDANT.</span> Michael Suvorin. To the stand. [<i>Suvorin
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>rises, seats himself in the witness chair. Sheriff
+Henry, an elderly, hard-faced man, enters and sits
+quietly in the rear of the witnesses. Spiker takes a
+memorandum to Salter, who studies it.</i>] Do you
+swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing
+but the truth? so help you God?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I do.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> What is your occupation, Mr. Suvorin?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I am the keeper of the Lyceum restaurant
+on Laden Street.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> How long have you been in business
+there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Ten or twelve years.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Where were you at four-fifteen on the
+afternoon of April second of this year?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Near the railroad tracks on Front Street.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> How did you happen to be there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> It is on the way to the produce markets. I
+was buying supplies for the restaurant.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you witness the murder of Kendall?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I did.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you see the men who committed the
+crime?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I did.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you see the shot fired?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I did.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Could you identify the bandits?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I could.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you see Capraro there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Did you see Macready there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> If they had been there, would you have
+seen them?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I object, your Honor. I wasn’t informed of
+this.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Do you wish a postponement?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> No. I merely wish to call the attention of
+the court to the somewhat arbitrary methods of the
+defense.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Proceed.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN</span> [<i>smiling</i>]. That is all, your Honor.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL</span> [<i>to Salter</i>]. Do you wish to question?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Well—a few questions. [<i>Haltingly.</i>] Your
+name is Suvorin?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You are the father of Rosalie Suvorin?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Isn’t it a little strange, Mr. Suvorin, that you,
+the father of Miss Suvorin, should have happened to
+be passing along Front Street at so opportune a moment
+for your prospective son-in-law?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> It was strange, yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Isn’t it strange, also, that you have so far
+said nothing about the fact?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> No. One does not testify unless necessary.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> How long have you lived in this country?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Thirty years.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Have you spent all of that time in this city?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I was in the West for twenty years.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> The West?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Illinois, West Virginia.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> What was your occupation?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Coal miner.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Have you ever been convicted of a crime?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Are you a citizen of this country?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Of what country?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> None.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You came from what country?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Russia.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Why have you not altered your citizenship?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I have no interest in politics.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You witnessed the murder of Kendall?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Had you ever witnessed a crime before?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Not that I remember.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You would not remember then, perhaps?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I think so.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER</span> [<i>turns away as if baffled, then returns</i>]. Did
+you ever work in the mills in this state?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN</span> [<i>pausing</i>]. No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I have just been handed the record of a man
+named Gregorin who worked in the Falltown mills in
+1892. You are not that man?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> The man of whom I speak was one of a radical
+group of workers who led a strike in which considerable
+property was destroyed. He was convicted of
+sabotage and sentenced to twenty years in the federal
+penitentiary. Before his sentence was complete he escaped.
+You are not that Gregorin?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> This man escaped, finding it necessary to
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>murder a guard, as you may remember. He was
+caught, tried, and sentenced to hang. He escaped
+once more on the way to prison. You are not the
+man?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> If the court will pardon me, I have here also
+the record of a man named Thievenen who was apprehended
+in Colorado last year as one of two bandits
+who robbed a mail truck of $170,000. He escaped
+from the Denver jail, but not until after he had been
+finger printed and photographed. You are not by
+any chance that man Thievenen?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> No!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I think you are! Mr. Henry, I think this is
+your prisoner. [<i>Henry rises.</i>] Your Honor, I am
+distressed to interrupt the session.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Henry comes forward. Suvorin rises.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I’m not your man yet. I saw you here.
+You won’t take me till I’m ready.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL</span> [<i>To Henry</i>]. You have a warrant for his
+arrest?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HENRY.</span> Right here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Then if the prosecution has finished with
+the witness—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN</span> [<i>speaking slowly and heavily</i>]. He’ll wait for
+me. You’ll all wait. [<i>To Salter.</i>] You thought it
+somewhat strange that I should have been so opportunely
+at the scene of the murder of Kendall. I’ll
+explain that. The man who shot down Kendall was
+killed in White Plains a month ago, by a federal
+officer. He was what you call a rum-runner in his
+spare time. So am I—in my spare time. When he
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span>needed cash he took it—where he could get it. So
+do I. We took Kendall’s twenty-eight thousand.
+We divided it between us. I ought to know. I
+planned it. I carried it out.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Are you, by any chance, confessing to participation
+in this crime?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN</span> [<i>menacing</i>]. Are you slow in the head?
+What do you think I’m doing? You asked Macready
+if he planned the rioting to make his opportunity
+for the holdup. He did not. But I knew the plans
+of the longshoremen. I overheard them. And I
+am guilty and they are not. That may not interest
+you but it interests me. You would rather they
+were guilty. You would rather pin this crime on a
+radical than on a criminal. It suits your plans better.
+The radicals are not criminals. They are
+young fools who think they are saving humanity.
+They think they will change the government and
+bring in the millenium.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Who killed Kendall, if you don’t mind telling
+us?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Heine, the Gat.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Mr. Gluckstein, were you aware of this
+person’s record?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> No, your Honor.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Why was he called?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> He told me the story he told first in
+Court.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL</span> [<i>To Suvorin</i>]. What did you say your
+occupation was, sir?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I came to this country a young man. I
+came believing in it; and I worked in your mines and
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span>your mills and I set myself to establish justice to the
+workers. I was a fool. I believed in Justice. They
+found me guilty of sabotage and sent me to prison.
+I studied you there. I knew you there for what you
+are. I tasted your justice. I drank it deep. I bear
+its marks on my body and I bear them on my brain.
+My wife died and I had loved her. She died after
+fifteen years of your justice and I swore by the
+bleeding Christ you would pay me! You have
+paid me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> I asked you a question.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I say you have paid me! I have had my
+day with you! You have felt me when you least
+knew it. You have puzzled over me and I have
+laughed at you. Fifteen years I had my way with
+you and you’d never have caught me if I hadn’t
+tried to save innocent men! I have had my revenge—and
+it was little enough for a woman dead when
+I could not even say good-bye to her; too little—oh
+damn you—too little—!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> This man’s confession is an obvious fraud.
+He is under sentence of death. He has nothing to
+lose. His daughter is to marry Macready. The man
+on whom he fixes the crime is dead. This story has
+been concocted to save the defendants.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> What!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> This story has been concocted to save the defendants.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I have confessed to this crime—!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Oh, no—you’ve confessed that Heine, the
+Gat did it—and Heine’s dead. I say it’s a fraud—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> You do not believe this?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> No, I tell you. You’ve got nothing to lose.
+There’s a murder in your record already.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> That would be like you, too! To kill us
+all three, innocent and guilty together—burn us in
+your little hell to make your world safe for your
+bankers—you kept Judge, of a kept nation, you dead
+hand of the dead.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Several jurors rise. The Judge thunders with his
+gavel. Suvorin puts out his hands for the waiting
+handcuffs. General confusion.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div>CURTAIN</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span>
+<img src='images/i_gods_major_div_decoration.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c006'>ACT II</h3>
+
+<h4 class='c010'>SCENE III</h4>
+
+<p class='c011'><i>Scene: The court room.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c012'><i>There is no jury present; the Judge is on the bench, the
+Attendants in place, and Macready and Capraro face the
+judge. Aside from the lawyers Rosalie is the sole spectator.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> If the court please I should like to move
+for a new trial before sentence is pronounced. My
+motion is based on the depositions of four witnesses.
+Your Honor has these depositions before you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> I have read them.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> I shall make only a brief summary of
+the evidence they disclose. Mrs. Lubin, a chief witness
+for the prosecution, swears that her identification
+of Macready was obtained under duress. She retracts
+that identification. Her son, a witness for the
+defense, corroborates that retraction by evidence
+tending to show that his mother was threatened with
+the exposure of certain facts in her history of which
+he himself had been ignorant. Jerome Bartlet, the
+only witness to identify Capraro as at the scene of
+the crime, retracts that identification—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> You will find that he has retracted that retraction,
+Mr. Gluckstein—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> I know nothing of that. No doubt
+the attorney for the prosecution has seen him
+again—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> I have.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> The other affidavit is signed by the ballistic
+expert, Mr. Howard, who appeared in the trial.
+He states that his answers to the State’s questions
+were pre-arranged to mislead the jury—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SALTER.</span> Pre-arranged?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Pre-arranged between himself and the
+district attorney—that he did not intend to say that
+the mortal bullet was fired from the pistol in the possession
+of Macready, but only that it might have been
+fired from that weapon.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Does this affidavit indicate that Mr.
+Howard committed perjury during the trial?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> No, your Honor. It merely amplifies
+the statements made during the trial, which were so
+worded as to create a false impression.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> If the witness amplifies but does not alter
+his statements his affidavit cannot be accepted as basis
+for a new trial. Such a motion strikes at the jury’s
+competence to decide.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> But the jury was deliberately misled.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Can it be proved that it was misled?
+Even if there was intention to mislead?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Your Honor, I believe this addition to
+the expert testimony of sufficient importance to rank
+as new evidence. And it appears incontrovertible
+that the identifications are rendered null by the first
+three affidavits.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> I have considered the additions to the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span>ballistic evidence and I find them in entire accordance
+with the evidence already in the record. As for the
+identifications, it does not astonish me that the identification
+witnesses have withdrawn their testimony.
+It was obvious to me, and was no doubt obvious to
+the jury, that the identifications were completely discredited
+by the defense. The verdict of guilty was
+brought in on other grounds. In my opinion those
+grounds must have been the defendant’s consciousness
+of guilt, as shown by their actions after the crime,
+and, furthermore, the general principles of the defendants,
+tallying, as they did, with the circumstantial
+evidence. These affidavits do not attack those
+grounds for the verdict, and the motion is therefore
+denied.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> Does your Honor mean that these men
+were convicted on circumstantial evidence and consciousness
+of guilt—?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> There was no other evidence which was
+not disposed of most ably during the trial.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> But in that case, your Honor— [<i>He
+pauses.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Yes?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> In that case there was no real evidence
+against these men! And you make that fact the
+basis for denying a new trial!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> There was sufficient evidence to convict.—If
+you have no further motion we will proceed to
+the sentence.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE CLERK.</span> James Macready, have you anything to
+say why sentence of death should not be passed upon
+you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Well—no, I guess not. The only reason I can
+think of is that I’m not guilty of the murder, and
+that doesn’t seem to have anything to do with this
+case. I’m not guilty as charged but I am guilty—I’m
+guilty of being a radical—and that’s what I was
+convicted for and that’s what you’re sentencing me
+for. I’m guilty of thinking like a free man and
+talking like a free man and acting like a free man—and
+the jury didn’t like it and you don’t like it—and
+so the logical thing is to put me where I can’t do it
+any more. I’m guilty of spreading unrest among the
+slaves and raising hell with slave morality. I’m
+guilty of exercising my rights under the constitution
+and I guess the constitution’s gone out in this country.
+It isn’t being done. So you go right ahead and
+sentence me, and don’t let your conscience bother
+you at all, because you’re doing exactly what you
+were put there for.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> You have quite finished?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> Oh, quite.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE CLERK.</span> Dante Capraro, have you anything to
+say why sentence of death should not be passed upon
+you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> What I say is that I am innocent, not only
+of this crime but of all crimes. I have worked, I
+have worked hard, and those who know these two
+hands will tell you they have never needed to kill
+to earn bread. I have earned by labor what I wanted
+to live, and I have refused to be a member of any
+class but the working class, even when it could have
+been, because to be in business is to take profits, to be
+a parasite, to take what you have not deserved, and
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>that I could not do. All my life I have worked
+against crime, against the murder of war, against oppression
+of the poor, against the great crime which is
+government—. Do not do this thing, Judge Vail. It
+has been a long time and I have suffered too much to
+be angry. I know that you have been an unjust
+judge to us, that you have fear for us, and therefore
+hate for us—that you have wanted us dead and have
+taken advantage to kill us. You have ruled to help
+us in the little things so that you could safely rule
+against us at the last. But you are an old man, and
+wearier than we, even if we have been in prison; and
+you too will die sometime, even if you kill us first.
+So I say to you, do not do this thing, not because the
+world looks at us and knows that you are wrong, but
+because if you do it you will prove that I was right
+all the time. If you kill us in this one-time free city,
+in this one-time free country, kill us for no wrong
+we have done but only for passion of prejudice and
+greed, then there is no answer to me, no answer to the
+anarchist who says the power of the State is power
+for corruption, and in my silence I will silence you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> Under the law the jury says whether a
+defendant is guilty or innocent. The court has nothing
+to do with that question. It is considered and
+ordered by the court that you, James Macready, and
+you, Dante Capraro,—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> I am innocent!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MAC.</span> You know he’s innocent! You couldn’t listen
+to him without knowing that!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CAPRARO.</span> One more moment, your Honor,—I want
+to speak to Mr. Gluckstein.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span><span class='fss'>GLUCKSTEIN.</span> It’s too late, Capraro.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JUDGE VAIL.</span> I think I should pronounce the sentence.
+That you, James Macready, and you, Dante Capraro,
+suffer the punishment of death by the passage of a
+current of electricity through your body within the
+week beginning on Monday, the tenth day of August,
+in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred
+and twenty-seven. This is the sentence of the law.</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div>CURTAIN</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span>
+<img src='images/i_gods_major_div_decoration.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c006'>ACT III</h3>
+
+<p class='c013'><i>Scene: The restaurant as in the first act.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c012'><i>Pete, the counter-man, is leaning on his elbows, reading
+a paper. The clock points to 11:30.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c012'><i>It is dark outside. The murmur of a crowd is heard
+for a moment and dies away.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c012'><i>Milkin, bent, grey, and more wizened, enters from the
+street and looks questioningly about.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Miss Rosalie here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Give me coffee. [<i>He pays for the coffee and
+sits gloomily without touching it.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE</span> [<i>grudgingly</i>]. She’s seeing the governor.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> She don’t get no sleep.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE.</span> You think they’re going to bump ’em off?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> I couldn’t say dat.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE.</span> Tonight, I mean?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> De signs is wrong. Dey might. De signs is
+bad.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Bauer enters from the left, a paper folded in his hand.
+He goes directly across to the window.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> I’ll bet money they get themselves raided over
+at the Zeitung. They’ve got a sheet up to flash bulletins
+of the executions. They kept it dark till the
+last minute.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE.</span> Yeah?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> And what the hell is all the row about, anyway?
+Some rough guys get caught for murder and
+when they start to put ’em through all the radicals
+and poets in the country begin marching around the
+jail. You’d think nobody ever got it before.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>A Policeman enters.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE.</span> Yeah, that’s the truth.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> Look here, officer, you see what they’re doing
+over at the Zeitung? They’re all ready to flash bulletins.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OFFICER.</span> Yeah, I saw it. We haven’t got any orders
+about that. We’re just watching the street here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He lowers his voice.</i>] Where’s the girl, do you know?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Ike appears in the doorway.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> She’s seeing the governor again.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OFFICER.</span> They’ll have to hurry if they’re going to stop
+it now. [<i>He glances at the clock.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BAUER.</span> Think it’s going through this time?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OFFICER.</span> Sure, it’s going through. They put it off
+once and that’s enough. [<i>He goes out.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE.</span> Everybody comes in here looks at that damn
+clock. It makes me feel queer.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Any news?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Bauer goes out left.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Then I guess there won’t be any. Not till twelve
+o’clock.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE.</span> Maybe not.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Sowerby enters as in the first act, with his pile of books
+and the slippers.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Meanwhile, life goes on as usual. Where are you
+living now?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> It’s extraordinary how economic difficulties
+manage to catch one at the most embarrassing moments.
+[<i>He puts down his things.</i>] You’ve noticed
+that, I suppose?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> In my walk of life I couldn’t miss it. What’s the
+trouble?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> Simple enough. Lack of funds.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Milkin’ll stake you to something. Hey, Milkin,
+ain’t you going to eat?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Naw. Dere ain’t no use eating.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> I can’t get him to eat any more.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> What’s the matter? That? [<i>He points to
+the clock.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Yeah, he won’t eat at all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE.</span> I don’t eat so good myself.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Yeah, but he’s got a special worry, see? You
+know that theory about putting the number on them—by
+the cabalistic system? Well, he put it on ’em.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> Yeah?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Yeah, he put the number on the judge and said,
+“Come down from dere!” and the judge didn’t come
+down.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> I daresay that hit him pretty hard.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>NEWSBOY.</span> Extra! Extra—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Jeez, it busted him up. You been over in the
+square?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> There’s about a million people there.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> Any fights?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> No, sir. Nobody said a word to the police.
+They’ve got machine guns trained right on them.
+Down by the jail you can’t even walk past. There
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span>was a bright little girl down there making a speech.
+They took her away. This ain’t a favorable time
+for speeches. Personally I prefer a ham sandwich.
+You paying, Milkin?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Sure ting—if you can eat.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> Indeed I could eat.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Wid dat going on out dere?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> You mean the crowds?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> I mean what dey’re doing to Mac and Capraro
+and de old man.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> They won’t do it. I have never for one
+moment believed they would carry it out.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Oh, yes, dey will. If somebody don’t get de
+numbers on ’em and do it quick. And dere ain’t
+much time.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> My friend, I am something of a historian,
+and I have made a specialty of labor developments.
+Never within my memory has there been a plutocracy
+which did not play the game with an eye to the future.
+Now they feel like executing Mac and Capraro.
+That feeling pervaded the trial and swayed
+the jury. On the other hand, it would be a gigantic
+error, from a tactical point of view to kill these men
+now when the whole world is watching them. They
+will pursue a safer and more dastardly course of action.
+They will execute Suvorin and commute the
+sentences of Mac and Capraro to life imprisonment.
+They will do this and then they will sit back and
+laugh at us, having drawn the sting from all our
+arguments. That was what they did in the Mooney
+case. Trust any government to choose the safe and
+dastardly course.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Not dis time.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> I think so.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> How about de stars? How about de
+numbers? Dey don’t come out dat way. Dey
+come out— [<i>He turns down an expressive thumb.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> If the government wishes the friendship of
+other nations, if it wishes the respect of its own citizens,
+it will take, as I said, the safe and dastardly
+course.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Ward enters.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Have you seen the cheap story that’s out in the
+<i>Herald</i>—about the governor going to hold it up?
+[<i>He shows a paper.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> And why not?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> They’re all crazy fighting for papers up in the
+avenue. I had to battle for this one.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> Is it definite?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Read it. All the news it’s safe to print.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY</span> [<i>reading</i>]. “Macready-Capraro Reprieve
+Likely.”</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> About as definite as the price of clothes in a one-price
+second-hand store.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY</span> [<i>reading</i>]. “The correspondent of this paper
+learned from an inside official source this evening that
+the governor had practically made up his mind to
+issue a stay of execution pending further investigation
+into the Macready-Capraro case. This will probably
+mean that the executions set for midnight will
+be postponed another ten days.” That means the
+governor will act.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Like hell it does! It means he’s stringing us
+along till he gets ’em good and dead and it’s too late
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span>to say anything. He knows nobody cares but the
+radicals, and he’s playing them for suckers. Why
+should he worry about the crowd over in the square?
+There’s several million around here going to bed and
+going to sleep as usual. Why shouldn’t they?
+There’s nothing unusual happening. This isn’t a
+miscarriage of justice! It is justice! The government’s
+putting away some bad boys the way governments
+always put away the boys that won’t play the
+game! You ask any honest citizen what he thinks
+about it and he’ll say, “Hell, they killed a paymaster,
+didn’t they? Anyway, they’re anarchists, ain’t they?
+I should worry!” And he should. They won’t
+bother him as long as he’s a fat-head! [<i>Rosalie enters
+from the left. The men rise.</i>] Oh, Rosalie!
+I thought you were seeing the governor.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I was. I just got back. [<i>To Pete.</i>] Has
+anybody telephoned for me here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>PETE.</span> No, Miss Suvorin.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Oh, but there must be a mistake! [<i>She
+takes up the phone.</i>] Will you get me Mr. Gluckstein’s
+office—right away?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> What did he say, Rosalie?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> He said he couldn’t decide. He—he was
+weighing the evidence. He had stacks of letters on
+both sides, and he was reading them. Oh, God—if
+it were anything else it would be just—funny. To
+think such a fool should decide if Mac will live or
+die. [<i>In the phone.</i>] Hello—yes, yes—. But he
+must be. Yes, I see. Yes, yes—but he must hurry.
+And tell him to call me—please—no, at the Lyceum.
+[<i>She hangs up the receiver.</i>] I thought there might
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span>be news here. Everywhere I go I think maybe there’s
+news somewhere else.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> There’s something in the <i>Herald</i>.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> I’ve quit trying to read about it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> It says there’s going to be a reprieve.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Oh, but why didn’t he tell me then?— [<i>She
+looks at the paper.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> It’s been very unlikely from the beginning
+that they’d carry out the sentence. I don’t know
+that it’s much better if they commute to life imprisonment,—still—they
+might be pardoned, if we ever
+get a decent governor in office.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE</span> [<i>looking up</i>]. Yes—they might. They
+might. I haven’t allowed myself to think it, since
+they turned down the appeals.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> That was only the judge, my dear. We
+know where the judge stands and where the governor’s
+committee stands, but nobody else has spoken.
+The governor doesn’t have to act as his committee
+advises. And even if the governor failed to act
+there’s a supreme court justice waiting with a writ
+of certiorari—and everything in his record indicates
+that he’ll come forward if necessary.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> But where is he? Here it’s the last—my
+God—the last few minutes, and Gluckstein hasn’t
+even answered!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Rosalie, who has been dry-eyed, looks round her at
+the group, then sinks into a chair and begins to sob.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> I don’t know as I’d do that, Rosalie.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Two Policemen enter casually.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>FIRST OFFICER.</span> What’s going on?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_101'>101</span><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Not a thing.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>FIRST OFFICER.</span> What’s she crying about?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Her? Oh, she had a sweetheart killed over in
+France. And every once in a while she gets thinking
+about it, see?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>FIRST OFFICER.</span> Don’t kid me, big boy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> I wouldn’t think of it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The Policemen go out.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MILKIN.</span> Christ, when I look at dem—when I look at
+dem—de paid hirelings of de unjust—I kin feel
+strengt’ coming back in me, de strengt’ I lost! If I
+was worthy to do it I could break dem all—I could
+break dem and bring dem down. It ain’t knowledge
+I lack. It ain’t courage! It’s being worthy!
+Worthy to rise above self! [<i>He snatches a paper
+napkin and marks it feverishly with a pencil, then
+rises, stretching up his arms to full length, the napkin
+clutched in the right.</i>] On dis paper I have set
+down de sign of One, de great cabalistic sign, wit’
+powers over Earth and Heaven and all de Hells! Dat
+is de sign which de powers has said will sway de tides
+and draw aside de stars from deir paths in de infinite!
+It is de power over all powers, de invisible <i>signum
+monstrum, de gloria cœlis, gloria mundi</i>! And by
+dis sign I conjures you in dis moment out of de endless
+of eternity—strike down dat judge—palsy de
+hands dat would lay demselves on does two men—by
+all dat is cognate under dis abstraction—strip dem of
+deir powers for good and evil, make dem as little children—and
+dis by de sign of One—by de sign of de
+mystery! [<i>For a moment he holds his pose, then
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_102'>102</span>sits again, staring gloomily before him.</i>] It don’t
+work. I ain’t worthy. Dat’s de second time.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Andy enters.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ANDY.</span> A couple of telegrams for you, Ward.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Thanks.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ANDY.</span> Anything else happened?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Crowd offstage. “They’ve escaped,” etc.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> No. Just a few more helpful friends asking
+us why in God’s name we don’t do something.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Jerusalem Slim flings open the street door and enters
+hastily in great excitement. A burst of cheering is
+heard.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JERUSALEM SLIM.</span> I knew it would happen! I knew
+it would happen—if I prayed for it! The women
+are all crying out there—and Rosalie’s crying—but
+don’t cry any more—don’t cry any more! Haven’t
+you heard it? Haven’t you heard it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> What?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JERUSALEM SLIM.</span> They’ve escaped.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Who’s escaped?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JERUSALEM SLIM.</span> The men! Mac and Cappie and
+Suvorin! They’re gone and nobody knows where
+they are!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Escaped? Out of the death-house!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JERUSALEM SLIM.</span> Yes! It’s in the papers.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> You’re crazy, Slim!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>A newsboy passes shouting.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JERUSALEM SLIM.</span> Everybody says so.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Ward makes a dash for the door and goes out</i>].</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> What paper’s it in?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>JERUSALEM SLIM.</span> I don’t know.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_103'>103</span>[<i>Ward enters with a paper. He looks at it in astonishment.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> “Break from death-house reported!” They
+must be doing it to sell papers.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Crowd dies away. Rosalie looks at the paper.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Ward—could it be true?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> I—I don’t think so, Rosalie. It’s never happened.
+I wish it might. But it couldn’t possibly.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The Salvation Lass enters from the street, looking at
+Rosalie expectantly. The news is written in her face.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SOWERBY.</span> However, it’s extraordinary that the <i>Gazette</i>
+should print it—if there’s nothing in the story.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> It says it’s reported—any kind of rumor could
+get about. There’s no use hoping for anything like
+that. If it did happen, they’d just take them back
+again.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>An elderly priest enters from the street and goes to
+the counter. The group fails to notice him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE PRIEST.</span> Give me same coffee, please.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>At the sound of his voice, Rosalie recognizes Suvorin
+in the priest. She turns toward him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Then—it is true! Oh, God, it is true!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> What is it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> It’s—my father. Don’t you see? Dad—Dad!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Suvorin makes an almost imperceptible motion for silence.
+The words freeze on Rosalie’s lips. A Policeman
+enters and walks to the counter.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE OFFICER.</span> Coffee, old man, and fill it up with milk.
+I’ve got to drink fast. Evening, father.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Pete serves him. Suvorin and the Policeman sip their
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_104'>104</span>coffee elbow to elbow. The Policeman goes out without
+a word.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> But—dad—then it’s true! You got away!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Why are you here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I had to come back for some money. I’ll
+go out the other way. [<i>Goes toward door at left.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Then—where are the others?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> The others?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Cappie—and Mac?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I couldn’t help them. I’m sorry.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Oh—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> They couldn’t hold me. I knew they
+couldn’t. But I couldn’t help anybody else. I’m
+sorry.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> You mean—you left Mac—there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SUVORIN.</span> I couldn’t help him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No. [<i>Suvorin goes out left.</i>] But—they
+won’t go ahead now—now that one of them’s escaped!
+They won’t, will they, Ward?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> I don’t know.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> No—no! Say they won’t! What are we
+doing here! Oh, don’t you see it’s nearly time!
+Why do we wait for other people to do something!
+It will be too late soon—and then we’ll think of what
+we might have done! They’re going to kill Cappie—and—and
+Mac—don’t you know it? They’re going
+to kill them—and we’ve had all day to help—we’ve
+had days and weeks—and years! We’ve let it
+go on till—till it’s almost too late. Oh, dear God,
+don’t they know Mac couldn’t be guilty? They
+know it! They can’t kill him! [<i>The phone rings.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_105'>105</span>Rosalie looks at it, clenching her hands, staring
+wildly.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> I’ll answer it. [<i>He goes to the phone.</i>] Hello.
+Yes. Yes, this is Ward. Yes. I can take a message.
+[<i>He waits.</i>] I didn’t hear that. [<i>He listens, then
+turns toward Rosalie apprehensively. Rosalie is looking
+away. The men watch him. He makes a downward
+sign for silence.</i>] Yes, we know that. Thank
+you. Yes, sure. [<i>He hangs up, slowly. It is obvious
+that the news was bad.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Was it Gluckstein?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>WARD.</span> Yes. It’s not decided yet. They’re still—trying
+everything.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Oh, are they truly, Ward—or are you lying
+to me? Because, you see—he’s warm and alive
+now—and if they’d only wait till I could tell them
+again—No, no, we’ve told them over and over—and
+they listened to us—and went on killing them.
+Because they know they’re innocent—and they don’t
+care.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Ike looks out the window and turns to pick up Sowerby
+and Ward with a glance. They look out. Ike whispers.
+The crowd murmurs outside.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> Capraro goes first.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>They watch in silence, then Ike whispers again.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Don’t!—Don’t!—Don’t whisper any more!
+What is it? [<i>She sees the clock. The hands point
+to one minute of twelve.</i>] There’s still time!
+There’s still time! Oh, my dear, my dear, one minute
+more time in all your world—only one minute
+more of time and I can do nothing! [<i>The hands
+click to midnight! Ward returns to Rosalie.</i>] You
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_106'>106</span>lied to me, Ward, they’re killing them now. What
+does it say over there? Tell me what it says. Ike,
+you can tell me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>IKE.</span> It says “Capraro Murdered.”</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Rosalie drops her hands, frozen. One of the Officers
+enters, looks around casually, then looks out of the
+window. Sowerby speaks low to Ike.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ROSALIE.</span> Don’t whisper it! Don’t whisper it!
+Didn’t you hear me say not to whisper any more?
+That’s what they’ll want you to do—whisper it—keep
+quiet about it—say it never happened—it
+couldn’t happen—two innocent men killed—keep it
+dark—keep it quiet—No! No! Shout it!
+They’re killing them! [<i>There is a cry from the
+crowd. The Policeman looks at Rosalie. The Men
+at the window stir uneasily. Cry from crowd—woman
+shrieks. Crowd silent.</i>] What does it say
+now, Ike? [<i>Ike makes no answer.</i>] I know what
+it says! It says “Macready Murdered.” Mac—Mac—my
+dear—they have murdered you—while we
+stood here trying to think of what to do they murdered
+you! Just a moment ago you had a minute
+left—and it was the only minute in the whole world—and
+now—now this day will never end for you—there
+will be no more days! [<i>The crowd is heard
+again.</i>] Shout it! Shout it! Cry out! Run and
+cry! Only—it won’t do any good—now.</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div>CURTAIN</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_107'>107</span>
+<img src='images/i_outside_major_div_decoration.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <h2 id='OUTSIDE' class='c014'>OUTSIDE LOOKING IN</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div>BASED ON “BEGGARS OF LIFE”</div>
+    <div class='c003'>BY JIM TULLY</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_108'>108</span>
+<img src='images/i_outside_major_div_decoration.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<h3 class='c006'>THE CAST</h3>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c003'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Bill</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Rubin</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Skelly</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Mose</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Little Red</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Edna</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Baldy</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Hopper</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Snake</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Oklahoma</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>First Stranger</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Second Stranger</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Third Stranger</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Ukie</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Sims</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Brakeman</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Detective</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Sheriff</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Deputies</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_109'>109</span>
+<img src='images/i_outside_major_div_decoration.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='xlarge'>OUTSIDE LOOKING IN</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c015'>ACT I</h3>
+
+<p class='c013'><i>Scene: A Hobo camp near a railroad bridge in North
+Dakota. A glimpse of the trestle at right; a few low
+willows hiding the coulee at the rear. At the left a
+few small trees. The foreground is strewn with the
+usual debris of tramp housekeeping; a circle of blackened
+stones, a square five gallon oil can, smaller cans,
+a few papers.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c012'><i>At Rise: Skelly, a thin fellow about eighteen, is lying
+asleep near the ring of stones, Bill and Rubin come in
+from the right.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c012'><i>Time: Autumn evening.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> This is a hell of a jungle.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> What’s the matter with it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Well, just look at it; that’s all; just look at it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Damn good jungle. I slep’ here three years
+ago. See that hill over there? That breaks the
+wind.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Hill? You call that a hill?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Damn near a mountain, that is.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Why there ain’t a hill in North Dakota tall
+enough to make a grade. There ain’t a mountain
+high enough to set down on.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> D’you have to have a mountain to set down
+on? Well, when you hit Dakota you can stand up,
+see? [<i>Sits right on fire stone.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> What d’you get?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> I got a lump and I just bummed a towel and
+some soap.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Jeez! You must have slung a good line!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Yah! I gets desperate and tells a new one.
+I says, Lady, will ya gimme a drink o’ water? I’m
+so hungry I don’t know where I’m gonna sleep tonight.
+She was dumb and fell for it. She’s a widowwoman;
+said her brother’s a bum.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> D’she ask you to marry her?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> We didn’t get to that—I left about then.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Said her brother’s a bum, huh? Bet you I got a
+lump off the same one. Little skinny woman, gabbier’n
+a parrot?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Naw, this jane’s bigger’n a sprinklin’ wagon.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> That’s two bums out of this town. Hustlin’
+little burg it is, too. Full of bright young men tryin’
+to get somewhere.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN</span> [<i>to Skelly</i>]. Where from, ‘Bo?’</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY</span> [<i>not moving</i>]. East.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> What’s the matter?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> I certainly do feel rotten.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Yeah?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> You know that Fairview jail? That’s where
+I was.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Bad grub?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Bad? Oh my God!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> I heard of that jail. They got a rock-pile
+higher’n a church.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_111'>111</span><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> What’d they get you for?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> They wrote it down “trespassin’ on railroad
+property” but what they really meant was “being
+able-bodied and not doing any work.” They certainly
+fixed me so I ain’t so able-bodied any more.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Must be hostile down around Fairview?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Any time you notice yourself comin’ into
+Fargo you better back track out of there. They’re
+so hostile they say it with pitchforks. I wouldn’t
+prospect within ten blocks of the agricultural college
+if you gave me one of them dormitories full of brass
+beds. I’d rather go pan-handlin’ in the Bad Lands.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Well, it ain’t so bad around here. [<i>He sits.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Do you know why?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> No, why?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> They don’t dare turn anybody away around
+here for fear it might be a relative!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> I suppose <i>you</i> come from round here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Naw—I was born in New York.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> That so? You don’t look it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> It’s no place to live but it’s a good place to
+come from. Ever been in Long Island City?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Once.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> You count seven houses from the end of the
+bridge. That’s where I was born.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Livery stable?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Hospital.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Oh, hell.... When do we eat?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Come on down to the coulee and scrub up.
+I’ll split the towel with you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Don’t waste that river washin’ in it. There
+ain’t enough water now to make coffee.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_112'>112</span><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Come on; we’ll wash up, and I’ll get some wood
+for a fire.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL</span> [<i>rising</i>]. You wash up, and I’ll get the wood.
+I got my winter underwear on, and I don’t change
+’till Spring.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Rubin disappears left, Bill after him. Skelly has fallen
+asleep again. Mose, a gentle-looking negro, middle-aged,
+enters back, looks round and finally sits down
+near Skelly. After a moment Skelly starts in his
+sleep and opens his eyes.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> I been watchin’ you sleep, white boy, and you
+suah sleep soun’.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> How long you been here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> ’Bout a minute.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Where’s the others?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Ain’t no others, white boy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> God, I’m all in. You could ‘a’ rolled me for
+my change, couldn’t you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Not me, brodah. I don’t roll no one. Dough’s
+hard enough to git when you’s all in, down and out.
+Ah knows.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Which way, ’Bo?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Ah’s going no’th, jus’ as fah no’th as ah can git.
+Ah’ve on’y been outa jail seb’n months down south.
+Ah do fifteen year, ever since I was twenty-three
+year old. Ah pick ‘nough cotton and build ’nough
+road and haul ’nough cane to plug up the Red Ribber
+of the South.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> What’d they stick you in jail for?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Ah didn’t do nuffin. Another nigger cuts me
+wit’ a razor an’ Ah cuts him back and they soaks
+me five yeah. Th’ other nigger don’ even die.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_113'>113</span><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> If he’d died it’d been worse.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Couldn’t have been worse. Ah might just as
+well died mahsel’. Might just as well died. Ah
+serbes my time and about the last six months they
+hires me out to some big rich guy down theah. He
+kep’ me owning him so much I work ten years for
+nuffen. Every time Ah git a paih overalls he charges
+me some moah and when Ah ask him when Ah git
+free he say he lynch me Ah talk ‘bout that. Ah floats
+down the ribber on a log and Ah walks off to Kaintucky,
+and Ah been goin’ no’th ever since.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Well, you’re safe now, nigger.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Ah knows better, white boy. Ah ain’t safe
+till Ah gits to Canada. Ah knows my ol’ boss. He
+kills a nigger laike he would a skunk. Ah knows.
+Ah seen him do it. Nigger done bother him one
+time, and he shoot him, and he say, “Take dat nigger
+away dere,” and Ah does.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> What’d you do with him?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Ah buried him. He was good ’nough nigger,
+too.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> You sure had a devil of a time.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Ah suah has.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Say, listen; there’s a bad guy in town. You
+look out for him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Who is he?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> It’s the Snake—that’s who it is. Arkansas
+Snake.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> You say he’s a bad guy, white boy?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> By God, he’s the original bad guy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Ah ain’t scared of no trash like dat, not me.
+Ah’m scared of my old boss, but Ah ain’t scared of no
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_114'>114</span>bad guys becaise Ah’s a good fast runner. White
+man chase me once an Ah run so fast he burn his feet
+in mah tracks.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Yeah, well you better keep your mouth shut,
+see, if he mosies in. I saw him on the street, and it
+was the Snake all right, and he’s a bad guy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Ah ain’t scared of no bad guys.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> God, there’s something the matter with me.
+I got a thirst.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Wha’ kin’ of a thirst, white boy?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Just a water thirst.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> That’s easy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> I been wanting a drink all afternoon and I’m
+too tired to go get one.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Suah; you lie still. Ah’ll fetch you a drink o’
+water.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY</span> [<i>starting up</i>]. No, I want more water’n a
+drink. I’m going to ship a cargo of water. Nigger,
+when I get through with that river, they’re going
+to have to change the map.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> You better not drink too much out o’ dat pore
+little river, white boy, or you’re goin’ to drink it
+dry.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Mose and Skelly go out left. Little Red comes in
+from the right, looks round a moment casually, then
+lifts a hand and Edna enters after him, dressed as a
+man. She is well disguised and would not be readily
+detected unless by her voice.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> We’re all right, kid. I’ll start making a fire and
+you just lie around and don’t say anything. If anybody
+comes along start smoking cigarettes so you
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_115'>115</span>won’t have to talk. Let me do the talking. [<i>Red
+collects kindling and Edna stretches out to watch
+him light the fire.</i>] There’s only one freight out of
+here tonight and that’s a string of empties going west.
+Doesn’t stop this side of Wolf Point.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Sure of that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> I know this country like a book. Every time I
+get stranded in Williston I catch the eight o’clock on
+the grade.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Listen, Red, my cigarettes aren’t the right kind.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> What’ve you got?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Fatimas.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> My God, you can’t do anything like that here.
+Take my Bull and papers and give me the tailors.
+Can you roll ’em?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Kind of.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>They exchange cigarettes.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Hope to God there’s nobody in town. If we
+get inside one of them empties we’re set for life.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> You know, Red, I’m scared, scared as hell. I’m
+trembling so I can’t—look at that hand. Ain’t it
+funny? [<i>She holds up a hand with a cigarette paper
+in it.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Don’t get that way now, Kid, or you’ll queer
+yourself.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> All right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Silence.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> You did it right?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Yep.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> He’s dead?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> I’ll say he’s dead.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Well, by God, I’m glad of it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> I don’t know. [<i>She shivers; Looks off left.</i>]
+What’s that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> [<i>looking out left</i>]. Somebody in the brush.
+’Boes, I guess.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Yeah?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Don’t move. Not yet. Wait till I tell you....
+You better roll that cig.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> All right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> You just wave a hand—so—see? Let me talk.
+I’ll talk the arms off ’em.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Red pulls a package of food from his pocket, and begins
+sharpening a stick to roast weenies. Bill and
+Rubin come in from the left, carrying wood for the
+fire.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Hullo.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> How’s yourself?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Hot dog.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> You said it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Looks like Coney Island to me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> What you got?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Coffee and— [<i>He brings a can of water to the
+fire and pours coffee into it.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Everybody flush? How about mulligan?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Ain’t enough time. Train pulls out at eight.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Skelly and Mose come in from left.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> You guys figure on dressing for dinner?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Now ain’t that hell? I might ‘a’ known it
+was formal. Say, you can tell winter’s comin’ on,
+the way that water feels. [<i>Wiping hands and face
+from drinking.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> She’s going to be a tough night, mate. I’m
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_117'>117</span>going to beat it south as soon as I can make connections.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> I met Frisco in Cincy the other day and he tells
+me they’re hostile down south. Pinchin’ every tramp
+that blows in.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> It ain’t bad in N’Orleans. A guy can always
+get by there.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Well, this God-forsaken jungle is only good
+for Eskimos. [<i>He takes a package from his pocket.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> You must have a chill, brother. What do you
+mean, cold in September? It goes down to fifty below
+here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> About that time Florida’s a good place. Me
+and the rest of the government officials, we always
+spends them fifty-below nights in Florida. Hell, we
+don’t hardly come north to run for office any more.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> The only winter home I got is the hoosegow,
+and it’ll be a cold day before I tries that again. I’d
+rather be outside lookin’ in. You ever do time?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL</span> [<i>making coffee</i>]. Time? Time is what I ain’t
+never done nothin’ but. I can do any amount of
+time. Once there was a judge gimme a life sentence.
+And I says to him, “Judge,” I says, “give me a chance.
+Make it a hundred years.”</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY</span> [<i>laying out lunches</i>]. Yeah, and then what?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Hey, you, that’s the end of the story.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Mose, who has been lingering on the outskirts, takes
+a package from his pocket and tosses it to Skelly.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Put that in with the rest, boy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Hey, go on, keep it. Keep it and eat it, old man.
+I guess maybe we can find a dog for you here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Skelly tosses the package back to Mose.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_118'>118</span><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Mighty kind of you, boss. I suah am hungry
+for one of them.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> You better save a couple for the Snake, just
+in case he didn’t have any luck.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Who?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Arkansas Snake.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN</span> [<i>pausing in the act of taking a bite</i>]. Snake in
+town?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> I saw him this afternoon.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Is he turning a trick here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> I guess he’s just bummin’.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> He’s all right if he’s sober.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Well, I never saw him sober then. First time
+I ever met him was in Pittsy. We got drunk together
+and that dynamite we was drinkin’ could make
+a humming bird fly slow. Next morning I was
+pretty wobbly, and when we went down to the yards
+to hit the stem he decided he didn’t want me round,
+so he lays me out and rifles my change drawers. Left
+me lying right between the tracks and all the time
+she was raining cats with blue feathers and green
+tails and when I come to I was wetter’n the Monongahela
+River. Well, sir, I lays still and the trains
+rolls all around me. If I’d a stretched out my hands
+they’d a been on the rails—then I’d a been a bum without
+grub-hooks. Naw! He didn’t make a very
+good impression on me!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Certainly is a dirty guy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> I’ll tell the cock-eyed world he’s dirty.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> What y’ going to say to him if he shows up
+here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_119'>119</span><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> You talk to him, will you? I’m gonta be in
+conference.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Boys, they’s a whole army comin’ down the
+creek.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>A pause. Baldy, who has a livid scar across his face
+and Hopper, who walks with a crutch, come in from
+the right, followed at a little distance by the Snake,
+an evil-looking yegg, better dressed than the others.
+He sits down at the right without speaking.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> By Judas Priest, everybody in the world is
+here. What is this, the Democratic National Convention?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Naw—this is the United Clam-bakers’ Union of
+Alberquerque, New Mexico.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> This is the Amalgamated Chamber of Commerce
+of Beautiful Ossining on the Hudson.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Say, cookie, is there any hot dogs for me, or is
+there gonta be a hot-dog scandal in this administration?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> There’s gonta be a hot-dog scandal if I don’t get
+any, because I bought ’em.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Bought ’em like hell.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Yes, sir, bought ’em with money. And what’s
+more I wasn’t expecting any young mass meeting of
+the international intelligentsia of the world when I
+laid in supplies. Didn’t you guys have any luck at
+all?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Hell, no. Every back door I batters the
+woman says she’s fed seven already. The last one
+says, “My God, it’s another bum! I’ll put you on
+the bum!” and she sets two dogs on me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_120'>120</span><span class='fss'>RED.</span> All right, you, come and get it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The newcomers, all save the Snake, share in the food.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Wait a minute, Hopper, give the Snake a
+chance. [<i>He pours coffee for the Snake.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> By God, it’s the Snake; how are you, Arkansas?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The Snake looks at Bill, looks away, spits deliberately.
+A gloom falls over the session.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN</span> [<i>to Bill</i>]. You must know him well. Next
+time you better set that to a tune and sing it. Maybe
+he’ll hear it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> I don’t give a damn.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Baldy carries a cup and a sandwich to the Snake, who
+accepts them without thanks.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN</span> [<i>to Baldy, as he returns</i>]. Which way, ’Bo?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Judith Basin. Goin’ to try the apples this
+year.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN</span> [<i>to Hopper</i>]. Apples for you, huh?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> I don’t know where th’ hell I’m going.
+Great Falls, Havre, any place.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> So? Try Belfast.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Yeah, I tried Belfast.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Everybody going out on the eight o’clock?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Sure.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> She’ll have to carry extra sleepers if this bunch
+climbs on.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Cold Jesus! Here’s another one.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>A pause. Oklahoma enters from the right.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Evening, travellers; how’s the eating?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Good, what there is of it—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> And plenty of it, <i>such</i> as it is.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Not much left, pardner.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Fine—I don’t need any. I don’t need
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_121'>121</span>anything but a lift out of this little half-acre of hell.
+Anything running out of this place tonight, or do
+you die here waiting for a train?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> There’s about a hundred west-bound empties
+going by in about fifteen minutes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Well, then, that’s one soul saved, because
+if I’d had to stay here all night, I was going to
+hunt up a half-a-bucket of water along the coulee
+somewheres to drown myself in. This ain’t a town.
+It’s a man-trap.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> You better have a bite, friend. It’s a long way
+to Wolf Point.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>taking a proffered sandwich</i>]. Thanks.
+Yes, sir, I’ve rode on every railroad from the Florida
+Belt Line to Salt Ste. Marie, and I’ll be god-damned if
+I ever saw a country where the towns was so far between
+and few in a hill. And as for turning a trick,
+my God, they couldn’t scrape up enough change between
+Minneapolis and Idaho to start a chain grocery
+store. No wonder there ain’t any yeggs in North
+Dakota. You’d have to walk a thousand miles to
+find a safe big enough so you’d have the heart to
+blow it. What y’all doing here anyway?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Hell, we came out for the harvest and there
+ain’t any harvest.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Apples is good in the Judith Basin.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Oh they are, are they? Well, roses is
+good in May, too, but work ain’t my middle name.
+Let the married men do the work. That’s my motto.
+I’m through.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Me too.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>gently</i>]. Hullo, who said anything to
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_122'>122</span>you, nigger? Did you hear me speaking to you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Tha’s all right, boss. You go ahead and talk.
+Ah’m with you!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Yeah, well did anybody ask you to come
+along?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Nemind me, boss. Ah’m a good nigger.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>suddenly menacing</i>]. Then keep your
+face shut, will you? [<i>Mose starts to speak. Oklahoma
+raises a hand. Mose cringes good-naturedly
+and is silent.</i>] Now after this you listen, see?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Ah heahs you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>conversationally</i>]. God, this certainly is a
+collection of funny faces. I ain’t seen nothing like
+this since I left the home for decayed newspaper men
+back in City Hall Park. If this is what they call the
+floating population, it’s a God’s wonder the country
+ain’t drowned. All desperate men, too, ain’t you?
+All looking for work. Yes, sir; well, judging by
+what’s left of your shoes I guess maybe you are. A
+man’s got to have some ambition, and if he can’t
+think of anything he’d like better’n work, why he
+might as well work. Harvestin’, apple-picking, milking
+cows, that’s the stuff! Keep the country going!
+Put your backs into it! Now, boys, all together,
+swing them picks, lift them shovels, tote them hods!
+Yes, sir, here’s a little earnest band of working Gideons
+hitting the long road from heaven to hell and
+asking nothing better’n three meals a day and a job
+at something they won’t get nothing out of; here’s the
+goddam scions of the first families of West Hoboken
+and South San Francisco, descended from seven generations
+of bastards on the mother’s side and tracing
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_123'>123</span>their male ancestry in a straight line to more drunken
+sailors and ministers’ sons than you could count on
+an adding machine. Here’s a little goose-stepping
+gang of scared pirates that’s been kicked all over the
+United States without ever kicking back. Here’s a
+little Kiwanis Club of patriotic outcasts, voting a resolution
+to uphold the social order. Sic ’em, Tige,
+they like it. Oh, sweet Christ! Come to Jesus and
+join the working class. Workers of the World, unite!
+You have nothing to lose but your annual trip to
+Florida.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> You a wobbly, friend?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Me a wobbly? Is that all you got out
+of it? Ask me something easy. Ask me if I’m a
+Y. M. C. A. extension lecturer or a Pavlowa finale
+hopper or the deputy inspector of the American Society
+for the care and prevention o’ children.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL</span> [<i>low</i>]. Who’s the guy, anyway?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> And I don’t want anybody askin’ who’s
+th’ guy behind my back, you get that? When I
+want you to know who I am I’ll tell you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Listen, ‘Bo, what th’ hell do you think you
+are? You better go get you a Sunday School class.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Listen to me, ’Bo. You speak to me like
+that once more and I’m going to deposit a swift kick
+right where you part your pants. The last guy that
+talked up to me was carried into the corner drug store
+for first aid and his face won’t ever be the same.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Snake rises.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY</span> [<i>to Oklahoma</i>]. You better draw it mild,
+friend. You’re talking to the Arkansas Snake.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> So, it’s the Arkansas Snake, is it? Sorry
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_124'>124</span>I left my card case home, I’m sure. This is an unexpected
+pleasure. As for me, I’m Oklahoma Red,
+and when I speak somebody jumps.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Snake hesitates; there is a pause.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Aw, that’s different, that’s different. Say,
+you two wild men ought to know each other. Boys,
+this is some little flush excursion from now on. I
+guess nobody can say this gang ain’t good company
+with a couple of steppers like the Arkansas Snake and
+Oklahoma Red.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Stow it, stow it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Come on, now. [<i>He raises his cup.</i>] Drink
+to friendship! Here’s friendship, one and all. [<i>Several
+cups and cans are raised, but the Snake and Oklahoma
+do not move.</i>] Come on, set down and be
+sociable. You two yeggers don’t have to fight just
+because you’re both he-cats. The train’ll be along
+in five minutes anyway. There ain’t enough time
+for a good fight. Come on.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>to Baldy</i>]. Turn off your gab. You talk
+like a Singer Sewing Machine agent. [<i>Baldy sits.</i>]
+I ain’t specially needing to kill anybody. If the
+Snake here wants to set down, I will.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Take it easy, Snake. Remember we’re going
+somewhere.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE</span> [<i>seating himself</i>]. That suits me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> And what th’ ’ell was all the row about
+anyway? [<i>He sits.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL</span> [<i>rising</i>]. Well, gents, all, I guess I’ll hit the grit.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN</span> [<i>rising</i>]. Guess I’ll beat it with you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> You making the train?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Sure.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_125'>125</span><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Well, here’s the place to get it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> We’ll get it, don’t you worry.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Don’t vamoose on my account, children.
+I ain’t poured any juice since last Christmas. I
+slipped the dicks clean in Atlanta and they don’t
+know my mug north of Iowa Falls.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Oh, that ain’t it. We’re—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Sure it is. I know. That’s straight,
+though. You can say your prayers and go to sleep
+easy. I ain’t no bait for bulls around here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> No, nor us either.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> All right. [<i>He and Rubin sit.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Anybody got a watch?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> She’ll whistle in plenty of time.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Somebody give us a little tune, then.
+This jungle’s as dead as Sunday afternoon in a reformatory.
+Hey, you, Angel-face, can you sing?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Edna shakes her head.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Who you travellin’ with, kid? [<i>Edna waves
+hand.</i>] Huh?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Little Red here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> He’s all right. Let him alone.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Sure he’s all right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> We’re heading for Frisco for the winter. Met up
+in Duluth.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> You two ain’t been on the road long, kid. It
+takes a lot of guts for green kids to beat through this
+country.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Shucks. You got to start sometime.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> How old are you, kid?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Me? Twenty.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Naw, Angel-face.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_126'>126</span><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Fifteen.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> That’s all right, young fellow, you’ll get
+whiskers yet.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Some guys don’t shave till they’re damn near
+of age.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Snake rises and comes round the fire to a point where
+he can see Edna.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Hell, I was all blossomed out at fourteen.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Yeah, I’ll bet you was a beauty. And how
+old is the little one now?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Any time you want to know, you try looking
+at my teeth.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE</span> [<i>to Edna</i>]. Hullo, baby!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> What’s eatin’ you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Hullo, baby! Has it lost its daddy? How’s
+the little hoochi-hoochie, huh?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Say, what’s eatin’ you, huh?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Go on! I guess I know a girl when I see one,
+whether she’s got clothes on or not. Hullo, puss-in-boots!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Girl hell!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Go on! Nice little travelling companion you
+got, Red. This is sure one grand camp. All the conveniences—including
+lady friends. Come on, kid,
+warm up.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>At a sign from Red, Edna leaps to her feet. Red and
+Edna attempt to escape, but both are quickly pinioned
+from behind.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY</span> [<i>holding Red</i>]. Keep your shirt on, boy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Well, what do you say, what do you say?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Well, what of it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_127'>127</span><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> You certainly are one little lotus-flower, kiddie.
+I’ll bet you can love like hell.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>All the men have half-risen, watching Edna.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Maybe I can.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> We’ll show ’em, hey, kiddie? We’ll show
+’em!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> No, we won’t show ’em.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Oh, won’t we though?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> No we won’t. When I get through talking to
+you, dearie, you’re going to depart like there was a
+can tied to you. You can let go of me. I won’t run
+out on you. [<i>Her arms are freed.</i>] I’ll tell you why
+I’m going out on the freight. I’m travelling in pants
+because Red here went down to the station to buy a
+couple of tickets for No. 4 and ran across three deputies
+in the woman’s waiting-room. And they was
+waiting for me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Hell, we better beat it, Snake.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Yeah, I thought so. And anybody else that
+wants to go had better get out now.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Baldy and Snake start to go out right, followed by
+Hopper</i>].</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> What’d you do, kid?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> All right, I’ll tell you what I did—and then
+see how many of you stick around. [<i>Baldy, Snake
+and Hopper pause to listen.</i>] Back of Williston, over
+there, there’s a farmhouse with a cottonwood windbreak
+in the front yard. Maybe you saw it. It’s
+near the railroad bridge. That’s where I was born.
+And if you want to take a run back there and look
+you’ll find a dead man sitting in the dining room in
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_128'>128</span>the dark because there’s nobody to light a lamp for
+him. Sure, I’ll tell you how it was. You see, my
+mother died, that’s the beginning of it, and then I
+didn’t know any better, so I went wrong. I went
+wrong with my own step-father. You don’t need to
+believe it if you don’t want to, but that’s straight.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Hell.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Yes, it was hell, but I didn’t know it at the
+time. Then I found out a few things and ran away
+from home and the first thing I knew I was in a
+sporting house in East Grand Forks. I hadn’t been
+there long when I had to go to a hospital, and when
+I told the matron who got me into trouble she says,
+“My God, why didn’t you shoot him?” And I said,
+I guess I will. So I met up with Red and we got here
+this morning and I went out to the cemetery all alone
+and knelt down beside my mother’s grave and told
+her what I was going to do. I said, “Mother; I hope
+you can see me. I’m going to kill your man.” Well,
+he’s dead, and we’re getting out of here together, and
+we’re going so far it’ll take a dollar to send us a postcard.
+And then we’re going straight, both of us.
+Now, is anybody anxious to follow my trail?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Don’t you worry, girlie. You’re all
+right. If anybody starts putting bracelets on you,
+there’s going to be trouble ahead of ’em enough to
+wreck the express. I’m for you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE</span> [<i>returning</i>]. Not so fast, old bleeding-heart.
+You ain’t the only passenger on the Great Northern.
+Now I’ve got reasons for going out on the train tonight,
+and it just happens I don’t want to be travelling
+with candidates for the death-house. Damn
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_129'>129</span>sorry to inconvenience you, I’m sure, but Red and his
+Angel-face’ll have to wait over for the next train.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You wait over and see how you like it.
+The girl’s coming along.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> I say Angel-face takes the next train.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Oh, that’s orders, is it? [<i>He leaps up
+suddenly. Snake puts a hand in his coat pocket.</i>]
+Take your hand off that gat, Snake. Boys, you see
+that? [<i>Bill and Rubin edge up behind the Snake
+who withdraws his hand.</i>] Now we know where
+you got it, see? And listen; you ain’t safe with a
+gat. I don’t feel comfortable travelling with you
+while you nurse that little blue-iron. If you want to
+ride with us, you trun it away, see?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Like hell I will.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> I’ll give you one-half a split second to
+cough it up.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Come on, take it away, why don’t you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Bill and Rubin leap at Snake at the same instant, twisting
+his arms behind him. Oklahoma lifts the Snake’s
+gun and searches him for other weapons but finds
+none.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Remember, this is redeemable at the end
+of the line. If you ever need it, ask for it at the
+lost article window when you get to Spokane. Maybe
+they’ll tell your fortune for you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE</span> [<i>to Bill</i>]. I’ll put somebody on the blink for
+this.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Aw, don’t be so personal.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>A stranger strolls in casually from the left. In the
+growing darkness he looks much like a hobo.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>STRANGER.</span> Well, boys, how’s everything.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_130'>130</span><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Fine, just fine. How’s yourself?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>STRANGER.</span> Never better, thanks.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Glad to hear it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>STRANGER.</span> You fellows staging Union services tonight?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> That’s good, Union services. Looks that way,
+don’t it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>STRANGER.</span> Well, that’s all right. I don’t mind. Going
+to sleep here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Oh, no. We wouldn’t want to intrude, you
+know. We’re getting out.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>STRANGER.</span> Don’t like our town, huh?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Sure we like it. Sure.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>STRANGER.</span> Well, it’s all right. Stick around. I don’t
+mind. You guys have got to sleep somewhere.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> That’s right, too. Yes, sir. We got to sleep
+somewhere.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>STRANGER.</span> Sure. Bunk down. Well, so long.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> So long.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The stranger goes out left.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Geez, he’s friendly.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Ah, you think so. He’s looking for somebody.
+Like hell I’ll stick around here. He’s too affectionate.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Come on, ’Boes, throw your feet.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>There is a general wove to the right. A second
+Stranger enters from left, followed by a third.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY</span> [<i>low to Snake</i>]. We better make a break for
+it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Naw, see what he wants first.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SECOND STRANGER.</span> Well, boys, how’s tricks?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>A pause.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Howdy, howdy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_131'>131</span><span class='fss'>SECOND STRANGER.</span> Going anywhere?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> All depends, all depends.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SECOND STRANGER.</span> Pretty cold sleeping outdoors, ain’t
+it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You mentioned it that time.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Keeps down the mosquitoes, though.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SECOND STRANGER.</span> Who all’s in your gang, anyway?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> This ain’t no gang. We just happened
+along.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SECOND STRANGER.</span> I see. Just happened along, huh?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You got it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SECOND STRANGER.</span> Well, that’s the way with me, see.
+I just happened along.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> You bumming to somewhere?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SECOND STRANGER.</span> Well, all depends, see, all depends.
+I’ll try anything once.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>A pause.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> That’s what my old side-kick used to say.
+I’ll try anything once, he said, except the Soo. I
+don’t know why the Soo runs trains, he said, only
+mebbe they want to keep up the franchise. Got
+killed by a Soo train, too. Got run over at Bowbells
+crossing. He called me over to him where they had
+him layed on a stretcher. He said, this is going to
+be a lesson to me, me talking about the Soo. I won’t
+do that no more.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SECOND STRANGER.</span> I’ll tell you, boys, we’re kinda
+looking round for a little red-headed guy that’s got
+a girl with him. Seen anybody like that round here
+this evening?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>running his fingers through his hair</i>].
+You don’t mean me, do you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_132'>132</span><span class='fss'>SECOND STRANGER.</span> No, you don’t fit it. He’s a little
+guy; a little, fighting mick.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> No, guess we ain’t seen him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SECOND STRANGER.</span> Hasn’t been a girl along the track
+anywhere, has there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> A skirt—not much. No sir, we ain’t
+seen no skirt here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>FIRST STRANGER</span> [<i>who has backed out to one side</i>].
+There she is, chief. We’ve got her. Up with your
+hands! You’re pinched! [<i>He covers Edna with a
+revolver.</i>] Up with your hands!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Bunk down, eh? [<i>Knocks out the
+chief.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>FIRST STRANGER</span> [<i>rushing toward Oklahoma</i>]. Up
+with your hands!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> We’ll bunk you down, you double-crossers!
+[<i>Knocks him out while Bill takes care of
+third Stranger.</i>] So you like the nickel-plate, do you?
+Well you can wear it yourself!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Quickly handcuffs them together. Gang laughs.
+Train whistles in distance.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> There’s the rattler! Beat it!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>They rush out to right, Oklahoma last with sandwich.
+First Stranger has come to, and is flashing light on
+Chief.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>CHIEF.</span> Who the hell are you? [<i>As Chief rises</i>—</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div>CURTAIN</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_133'>133</span>
+<img src='images/i_outside_major_div_decoration.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c006'>ACT II</h3>
+
+<p class='c013'><i>Scene: The interior of a moving box-car. A low monotonous
+clanking of iron on iron is heard as the long
+train pulls heavily up a grade west of Williston. In the
+distance an ungreased wheel screams, faintly heard.
+The sliding door is half open and reveals a slowly moving
+blackness outside. A small keg in corner at extreme
+left, an empty box near it.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c012'><i>At Rise: Blind Sims, an old man with white hair and
+beard, sits motionless on a heap of burlap bags in a corner
+at the right. A brakeman’s lantern burns beside
+him. Ukie, a cocky and dapper, though considerably
+bedraggled youth, stands at the door looking out. Is
+playing and singing “The Big Potato Mountains.”</i></p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Where are we, Ukie?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> I don’t know. Pulling out of some little burg.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> We’re going slow.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> Crawling up a grade.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>A pause.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> You better shut that door.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> Naw, there’s nobody round. Black as the lid
+of hell.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Coming up a storm.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> Yeah.... Makes me feel good, you know?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> You’re lucky.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> You know, every time there’s a storm coming
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_134'>134</span>on I’m so damn happy I want to sing like a damn little
+dickey bird. Something about the air, when it’s
+just going to rain. It sure gets me going.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> You’re lucky. Makes me want to crawl in a
+hole and die.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Pause.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> Why don’t you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Where’d you be, huh, without me to hold your
+damn tin cup? You could play your damn cigarbox
+till the old grey goose died under the woodshed
+and you wouldn’t get ten cents out of all the fancy
+women in Minneapolis and St. Paul.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> I don’t need to play on no corners, see? I
+don’t know what the hell I ever started doing it for.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> You was broke, that’s why. And you haven’t
+been broke since. What d’you figure on doing?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> I’m going back on the stage.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> You? <i>Back</i> on the stage. Get the hook.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> Yeah! Back on the stage.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> I’ll bet you was pretty good. I’ll bet strong
+men wept and women fainted when you showed up
+in the spot.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> You know, I wasn’t so bad.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> No?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> I was pretty good.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Stick around, kid. We’re getting along fine,
+and I won’t live forever.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> How old are you, uncle—on the level?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> I don’t know. Hellish old. And blind, kid,
+that’s something.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> I don’t know whether you’re blind or not, but
+you certainly can’t count money.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_135'>135</span><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> I tell you I split it even, Ukie.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> You split like curly maple, you do.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> You want to search me?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Ukie looks at him and holds his nose.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> No, thanks. [<i>A pause. Then Hopper’s crutch
+lifts above the doorsill and comes hurtling in past
+Ukie. It is almost instantly followed by Hopper
+himself, who rolls over twice and then gets nimbly
+out of the way of Edna and Little Red, who enter
+similarly. A trap door opens in the roof and Bill
+drops through, followed by Rubin.</i>] Any more?
+Yeah?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Where’d you get the lantern?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> Hey, you, don’t you know this is a private car?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> What’s the matter? Hey, Ukie, you there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> Yeah, I’m here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Who is it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> It’s raining hoboes, that’s what it is.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED</span> [<i>dusting himself off</i>]. Say, don’t you ever sweep
+this joint?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> If you don’t like the service you can always get
+off. Anyway, look at all the dirt you brung in with
+you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Me? Don’t talk that way about me, Paderewski,
+or I’ll mop up the whole damn palace with
+you. You’d make a damn good feather duster, you
+would.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Skelly flicks in through the door, followed by Mose.
+Skelly staggers a bit, puts his hand to his brow and
+lies down near centre.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> What’s wrong, friend?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Ah, just sick.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_136'>136</span>[<i>The Snake rolls in by the door just as Oklahoma drops
+from the trap. Mose sits near Skelly.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> My God, ain’t it over yet?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> They’re coming down thick as angleworms.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Ukie!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> Yeah?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Come here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Ukie crosses to Sims.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> What d’you want?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Sit down.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> Ah, they’re all right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Shut that door.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Hopper slides the door shut. Rubin shuts trap.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE</span> [<i>to Skelly</i>]. You all in, boy?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Put your hand on here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE</span> [<i>his hand on Skelly’s forehead</i>]. You is surely
+hot.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Yeah, I thought so.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Edna sits near Sims. Red goes to her.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> You hurt your shoulder?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Did I? I lit like a ton of brick.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS</span> [<i>quickly</i>]. Was that a girl? Ukie! There’s a
+girl here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> Don’t ask me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS</span> [<i>looking around vacantly</i>]. No, it couldn’t be a
+girl.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> You looking for a girl, grandpap?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Sounds like a pretty girl. Ukie, is she pretty?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> I got to hand it to her, uncle. She’s a queen.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>A pause.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Listen, would you mind—letting me touch your
+hand?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_137'>137</span><span class='fss'>EDNA</span> [<i>edging away</i>]. What for? I ain’t any sideshow,
+you know.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Aw, never mind.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Oh, all right. [<i>Giving Sims her hand.</i>]
+What do you think of it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Yeah, it’s a girl’s hand. I ain’t held a girl’s
+hand since—probably before you was born.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Well, have they changed much?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> No—no. They’re just the same.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Keep away from her, uncle.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Yeah?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Yeah; that’s a bad hand to hold.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Yeah?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> That little mascot is just two jumps ahead of
+the bulls.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Sims releases her. She moves away with some relief.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>who has been exploring the far end of the
+car</i>]. Say, what’s in the keg?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Snake is sitting aloof and silent.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> I don’t know. I couldn’t open it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Well, we’re going to find out.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He extracts a short lever from an inner pocket and
+attacks the keg with it. Bill and Rubin gather
+around to watch. Skelly sits suddenly bolt upright
+and looks fixedly at blank space.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Now, white boy, you all right. You lie down
+and sleep.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY</span> [<i>resuming his normal expression</i>]. Any water
+here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Ah’s afraid they ain’t any water.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> It’s malaria, that’s what it is. [<i>He lies
+down.</i>] I had it before. Got it in the Argentine.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_138'>138</span><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Yeah?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> Say, listen, if I get wild, you hold me down,
+will yuh?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Suah. You’ll be fine.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY.</span> All I’m going to need is one big black nigger
+sitting on the safety-valve.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> All right, boy; ah’s it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL</span> [<i>to Oklahoma</i>]. There. You got it. Pry under.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Baldy and Hopper drift over toward the keg. There
+is a ripping sound as Oklahoma pries the cover loose.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Keg of nails, huh?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> God, it’s harder’n nails if I’m any judge.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Don’t drink it, old yegger; it’s probably two-thirds
+wood alcohol and the rest fusel oil.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Well, what d’you expect in a God-fearing
+nation like this? Who’s got a cup?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Who’s got a cup? Hey, little song-and-dance,
+has your partner got a cup?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE</span> [<i>tossing Sim’s cup to Bill</i>]. Don’t lose it. We
+need it in the business.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Several folding cups appear among the hoboes.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> There’s plenty of cups.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Drink easy if you don’t want to die.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>dipping into the keg</i>]. If I don’t die,
+then it’s good, see? [<i>He smells the liquor.</i>] Got a
+bouquet like a Ford radiator. [<i>He gulps it.</i>] Boys,
+it’s a gold mine. Sweet as a baby’s breath. [<i>He
+drinks again. The others dip in.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Here’s happy days!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Here’s to the unfortunate guy ’at owns it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Here’s to the damn fool that didn’t know any
+more’n to leave it here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_139'>139</span><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Here’s to my wife and me a long ways from
+home.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Here’s to me old mother.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Hey, cut that out!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Cut what out?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Drinkin’ to your mother.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Why not?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> It ain’t respectful.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Hell, have I got to be respectful to my own
+mother?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> If you gotta drink to a girl, drink to Red’s
+sweetie.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> All right, Red’s sweetie. Come on, everybody,
+here’s Red’s sweetie.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>They all drink.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You better get in on this, Mick.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> There’s gotta be somebody left to bury the
+dead.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Them that dies easy can bury themselves.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Let the company do the buryin’. Fifty dollars
+for a black hearse. Twenty-five for a rubber-tired
+cab. Two dollars for a mourner.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Snake and Ukie approach the keg.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Mick, come on in, and bring your lady
+friend.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Drink it up. We ain’t thirsty.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Come on, come on. No kiddin’.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Have one, Mick, have one! Have one, girlie!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Say, if I want a drink I’m able to reach for
+it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Well, by God!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Say, you give me a pain.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_140'>140</span><span class='fss'>RED.</span> I can drink—but I ain’t drinking—understand?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> He’s saving himself.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Yeah, that’s it. Got a wild night ahead.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>carrying his cup to Red and Edna</i>]. Will
+you drink, or not?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> No, thanks.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>thrusting his cup on Edna</i>]. Don’t be
+so damn particular, dearie. You’re going to spoil
+your rep.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED</span> [<i>rising</i>]. Move the hell out! You hear? Haul
+your freight!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Well, I’m a son-of-a—pardon me, pardon
+me, I’m sure. [<i>He smiles nastily.</i>] Let him alone,
+boys. Let him queer himself. He signed the pledge,
+see? He belongs to the Christian Endeavor. Only,
+listen, Mick, you’re too virtuous to be running with
+a pretty. She’ll corrupt you. Girls is a corrupting
+influence on young men. Now, you better turn her
+over to me, because she’ll be safe with me and she
+won’t do any harm to my morals. My morals is
+shot, see? [<i>He bows.</i>] Sweetheart, I claim the next
+dance.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> My card’s full, Oklahoma.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>turning</i>]. Well, I ain’t. My God, is the
+whole world going virtuous, women included? Give
+me another drink.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE</span> [<i>to Bill</i>]. Lend me the scoop, will you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> I will not.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE</span> [<i>snatching Rubin’s cup</i>]. Say, you think this is
+your birthday? [<i>He drinks.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> Lend me a loan of my dipper.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_141'>141</span>[<i>Bill gives his cup to Ukie.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Keep your front feet out of the poison,
+some of you, and give Ukie a chance.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY</span> [<i>sitting up and looking wildly at Mose</i>]. Get
+away from me. Get away from me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Now—you ain’t gonna fight yo’ ol’ nurse, is
+you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY</span> [<i>in horror</i>]. I said it. Get away from me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Suah. Ah’s goan away. Only remember, you
+told me to sit on you. You getting pretty wild.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY</span> [<i>screaming</i>]. Quit crawling that way! Quit
+crawling! [<i>He tries to rise. Mose holds him.</i>] Lay
+off me you hear? Lay off me! [<i>He leaps to his feet,
+throwing Mose across the car.</i>] I’ll fix you, black
+man! I’ll fix you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He draws a knife.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Red! Quick!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Red runs to help Mose.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>dashing toward Skelly.</i>] Look out, Red!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Skelly wrestles with Red and Oklahoma, who has
+caught his right arm. Mose shrinks away. Bill and
+Rubin rush to help subdue Skelly. The knife drops
+from his hand. He is forced down to his former
+place.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY</span> [<i>as Red and Oklahoma sit on him</i>]. You can’t
+kill ’em. You can’t even cook ’em. [<i>His voice
+drops to a moan</i>]. He’s a sloth—a giant sloth.
+When you boil ’em they turn to rubber. They drop
+out of the trees—see that? They drop out of the
+trees. Yeah—they live forever, they live forever.
+[<i>He suddenly drops asleep. Red and Oklahoma get
+up, watching him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_142'>142</span><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> The poor nut’s asleep.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Mose picks up the knife.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Lend me the knife, will you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> No, sir. That’s his knife.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> I’ll give it back.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> All right. Sure.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He hands the knife to Red.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> What do you want that for?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED</span> [<i>sitting down</i>]. That’s all right. I want to fix
+my shoe, see?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKELLY</span> [<i>in his sleep</i>]. —drink o’ water.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> He’s asking for water.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> I guess he’ll have to do without it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> All he needs is a good sleep. I used to get that
+way after I was in the Philippines. It ain’t nothin’
+much.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The group disposes itself about Skelly, watching him.
+Some of the men sit down.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> You been in the Philippines?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Three years.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> That’s where I got this. [<i>He points to the
+scar on his face.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Fighting for your country?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Naw! Fighting for a gal.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> What!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> They got gals in the Philippines worth fighting
+for.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> What side was the gal fightin’ on?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Ah! you don’t know what girls are in this
+country. They’re all cornfed. This little girl I
+knew was part Bagobo, part Philippino, and the other
+half Chinese.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_143'>143</span><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Jeez! That’s a lovely breed.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Well, she was a darb and I was nuts about her.
+She used to love me too. Boy, how that gal could
+love! Say, you know where the Diga river is?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Yep.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Well, this was at a town called Vera. The
+country all around is danged good-looking. The
+women can ride horses like the men and you ought
+to seen that little black-headed girl of mine ride.
+She was rich, too, and I was sitting on top of the
+world with the money she give me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Can you imagine that, now!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Yah! You think because the girls don’t fall
+for you, they don’t fall for anybody.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Hey! Cut it out, Bill. What become of
+the frail?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> You see, her old man was a Christian when he
+was young, but he went back to the Chink religion
+when he got rich. He suspicioned me, liking his girl,
+so one time he give a big dinner on New Year’s Day.
+I got stewed on some green booze that ‘ud tear the
+hide off a mule, so they called in an old Chink doctor
+and he explained a lot of junk to me and felt my
+pulse on the bridge of my nose. Then someone
+busted me on the head and a lot of drunken Chinks
+and half-breeds started fightin’ with me. They got
+me in a corner and I had to fight like a Mick at Donnybrook.
+My little girl kept screaming and trying
+to get to me but a Chink pulled her back every time.
+Another Chink came running at me with a crooked
+knife and I picked up a chair and jabbed at him.
+He came tearing in anyway, and I uppercut him and
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_144'>144</span>stood him right on his wig and he twirled around like
+a top. Some other Chinks got at me after I’d
+dropped a couple more, and then one laid my cheek
+open with some kind of a long knife. I was darn
+near all in myself, but my girl got away and run to
+me, then somebody grabbed her away and her old dad
+kept yelling not to kill me because it would get him
+into trouble. The old Chink doctor stopped the
+blood and I went to sleep like a baby. My three years
+was up in the army when I come out of the hospital
+and they shipped me back to Frisco. I never saw the
+little girl again. They shipped her away somewhere....
+That’s all. I want a drink. [<i>He goes to the
+keg.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Yeah, that’s the Philippines all right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Anything ever happen to you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Yeah—mebbe—I can’t remember.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> You born in this country, Oklahoma?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Naw. Tipperary.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> The hell you say!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You never heard of it, huh? Well, it’s
+on the map. My dad was a beggar, the dirty old
+devil. Most of them are, over there.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Yeah, in Tipperary, they are.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Yeah, and in Belfast, too! He was the
+meanest old devil that ever went without a tail. I’ve
+seen him pull his hair out of his head in bunches. He
+used to play blind, and he’d take us kids with him,
+and he had a sign he tied on across our chests that
+said: “Motherless.” We’d go along singing crazy
+songs about God and heaven. The old boy’d sing,
+too. That old devil had more stalls’n a livery stable.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_145'>145</span>He could play paralyzed till the women’d cry over
+him.... My sister was a good kid. I remember
+when she went away with some fat old jane that was
+dressed up like a nigger wench on a circus day. After
+she left the old bum was drunk for a week. She was
+fourteen years old, and I was twelve. He sold her
+to that old cat. She cried and kissed me when she
+left, but the old man said how nice we’d both have
+it, and I could come and see her in her new home.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Where is she now?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Croaked. I’d swing on five gallows to
+kill that old man. I’d hold him out and shake him to
+death like a rat—well, he’s likely dead by now.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> You know, I got it in for a guy that’s
+prob’ly dead. I only wished he was alive so I could
+get my mits on him. I used to work for him on the
+farm when I was a kid and damn near froze to death
+because he was too stingy to buy me clothes. Him
+and his wife was praying Christians, too close to eat.
+They used to go to prayer meeting and leave Ivy and
+me alone together. We was only kids, but we both
+had the devil in us. While they was off singing Hosannas
+in the highest we crawled in bed together.
+She asked me not to tell, and I didn’t, and she didn’t
+either. She was a little beauty, too. Went to Sunday
+school every Sunday. Long black hair and little
+breasts as round as apples.... Hell, maybe I
+got even with the old man. I don’t know....</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Hey, Red, where’d you come from? Spill
+it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> I don’t dast tell what I know. I don’t want to
+shock anybody.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_146'>146</span><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> You must of been born somewhere? Where did
+you get your big start?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> All right, I’ll tell one. Well, now, come to
+think of it, I was born in the Big Potato Mountains.
+My father was Jack the Giant Killer and my mother
+was the Sleeping Beauty. At the age of eighteen I
+went to work for the local storekeeper for a hundred
+bucks a year. I saved my money and in two years
+I was able to buy the Standard Oil Company and
+found the Carnegie Institute. It was me fought the
+Battle of Waterloo and blew up the Battleship Maine.
+Remember the Maine? Hell, I wouldn’t lie to you
+boys.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Say, can the guff, will you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Prob’ly you’re funny and then again prob’ly
+you ain’t so damn funny.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> What’s the matter with you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> You asked me to tell one, didn’t you? Well I
+told one, see?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You don’t like biography?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Sure! I always fall for that sob stuff, just the
+way the dames fell for Baldy out in Bagabo.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> You’re witty, you are. You’re witty! Yeah!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Think so? I’ve always been that way.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Red, don’t!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> I guess that’s about enough for you.
+You can get off right now.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Off where?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Off the train. I’ve seen guys get offen
+trains goin’ faster than this here one.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Oklahoma, you wouldn’t put him off!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Don’t you worry, girlie. I’ll take care
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_147'>147</span>of you. [<i>To Red.</i>] Why do you think I stuck up
+for the gal? Because I took to you so much? When
+I take chances, kid, I got reasons. When I’m with a
+gang it’s my gang, and if there’s a gal in the gang
+she’s my gal. She don’t need you no more.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Yes, but make it legal, Oklahoma, make it
+legal! Gents, I move we sets up a Kangaroo Court
+right here and now, and tries this little Mick for being
+a lily-fingered gazabo, that’s too good for the
+rest of us.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Sure, that’s right. We got plenty of
+time. Make it legal.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Who says I’m too good for you? I’ll mash the
+can off anybody that says I’m too good for him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> No, you don’t; you got to stand trial for a
+speech like that one. You kidded the pants off us
+once too often; you talk like a choir boy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Come on, I’m the judge!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Not by a jug-full. Nobody but your
+Uncle Ike is going to be judge. I know what’s law
+in this country. What the hell do you know about a
+court? Nothing. All right, you can be prosecuting
+attorney. Hopper, you can defend him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Aw, hell.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> That’s all right. Somebody’s got to defend
+him. Wait till I put on my wig. [<i>He ties a
+handkerchief into an imitation wig and sits on the
+keg, the box before him.</i>] The bailiffs will bring the
+prisoner before the bar.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Bill and Rubin escort Red to Oklahoma.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Oyez, oyez; the court is hereby declared setting!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> All right. Go easy, judge; it’s a first offense.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_148'>148</span><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Shut up. [<i>He uses the revolver for a
+gavel.</i>] Order in the court. You think you’re gonta
+get by easy because you know the judge? Gentlemen
+of the jury, knights of the road, hangers-on and
+passers-by, fourflushers in the poker pack, this here
+court is now formally open for the dispensation of
+private prejudice and other family grudges.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Hear ye, hear ye!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Be it known by those present that this
+here court will dispense with justice for the present,
+like every other court in this land of the millionaire
+and home of the slave. This here court is a bar—wait
+a minute—that reminds me of something— [<i>He
+rises from the keg, takes off the lid and helps
+himself to a drink.</i>] this here court is a bar-room—I
+mean a bar— [<i>He sits on the keg again.</i>] for the
+subornation of evidence and the laying down of the
+law. Gentlemen may cry for justice, gentlemen may
+plead for justice, but I tell you that a court is a place
+where justice can be evaded by anybody that’s able
+to afford it. The only question before the jury, Mr.
+Prosecuting Attorney is, who can afford it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Now you’re talking!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Order in the court. Further interruptions
+from the peanut gallery will result in the courtroom
+being cleared of all such—suches. [<i>He waves
+a hand majestically at Mose.</i>] Mr. Prosecuting Attorney,
+to say nothing of the defense, which ain’t
+important, the law in this here case is the law of the
+road. I leave the procuring of necessary perjury to
+you, because it’s your business. Prisoner at the bar,
+where was you born.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_149'>149</span><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Wyoming, damn your honor.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Prosecuting Attorney, what’s the charge
+against this here red-headed wolverine? Speak candidly,
+and remember the court has no mercy on poor
+men.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> The charge, your dishonor, is being a sissy and
+sleeping in beds and eating in restaurants. Moreover,
+this Mick, to my certain knowledge, takes wild
+women and makes ’em tame. He’s got a Y. M. C. A.
+influence over skirts. To my certain knowledge he
+picks a sweet little chicken out of a sporting house
+and seduces her into marrying him. An’ if the girls
+in the sporting houses gets married, I leaves it to your
+dishonor, what’s us poor single men going to do?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Boy, this is a grave charge. I don’t
+know what you’re going to do about this. You better
+throw yourself on the mercy of the magistrate.
+It appears by the evidence that you’ve been undermining
+the morals of the home and affronting American
+womanhood by assaulting the oldest profession
+in the world. How is the virginity of the growing
+girl to be protected when there ain’t no sporting
+houses to stand as a bulwark of virtue? I hereby
+sentence you....</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Wait a minute, ain’t there going to be any defense?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Defense hell! What good’s a defense
+when the court’s made up its mind? On the other
+hand, speaking contrarywise, we might just as well
+have a defense. It looks more legal that way and it
+can’t do any harm because the court won’t allow itself
+to be affected. Hopper, come on and defend him
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_150'>150</span>and remember anything you say’ll be used against
+you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Can I have a drink?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Try and get it. The court is now setting
+on the drinks.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Well, say judge, can’t you set somewheres
+else?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Ain’t you got any more respect for the
+judiciary than that? Do you want this here court to
+hang by a strap? Anybody’d think you was the
+Transit Company. We will now proceed with the
+defense. Mr. Attorney for the Defense—shoot.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Well, judge, I’ll tell you; I got some suspicions
+of the aforesaid prisoner myself. He don’t
+look regular to me. But, hell, a lawyer’ll say anything,
+an’ I’m agonta begin and presume he’s no better’n
+the rest of us.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> That’s right—make it legal. Be as
+crooked as you damn please, but be legal. That’s
+the law.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Your Honor, this stiff’s record’s as clean as a
+nigger in a coal mine. He ain’t honest. He ain’t
+never done any work. He denies it verbatim. He
+makes tame girls wild. He drinks like a sewer and
+chaws tobacco like a walking beam. The nearest he
+ever came to being in a restaurant was buying a
+sandwich in a delicatessen. He ain’t slept in a bed
+since he was weaned. He can curse like a taxi-driver
+and fight like a one-eyed mule.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Looka here, Defense; you’re trying to
+influence the court. You try that again and you’ll
+be debarred and dismembered. This here court’s
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_151'>151</span>made up its mind and it’s incorruptible. [<i>Hopper
+scratches himself.</i>] Furthermore, quit scratchin’
+yourself in front of me. You make the court itchy.
+[<i>He scratches.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Aw, it’s a lousy court anyway!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Bailiff, this goddam attorney’s scratching
+himself and it’s rank disrespect of our judicial
+prerogatives! Take him away.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Hopper is led away.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Can I have a drink?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Order in the court! Prisoner at the bar,
+have you anything to say?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Why, God damn your Honor, I got enough to
+say to fill a Bible! The way you’ve been conducting
+this case is a national scandal. Why, you big
+bag of wool, you ain’t got any more honesty or principle
+than the Supreme Bench of the United States.
+You ain’t heard any evidence, you give me a cheap
+lawyer and you said yourself you ain’t in favor of a
+square deal! I object!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You can’t object.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> I do object.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Overruled. You ain’t got any standing.
+What do you mean, asking for a square deal? This
+is a court, ain’t it? You can’t get a square deal in
+a court! You’re accused of being a member of the
+middle class and I’m damned if I ain’t beginning to
+believe it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> The middle class! Jesus! I grew up in Rabbit
+Town, I been running with women since I was twelve,
+and I can carry more liquor without sinking than a
+whole God damn section crew of drunken Italians!
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_152'>152</span>I’ve travelled more miles than the oldest commuter
+on the Erie Railroad!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Yeah, but you don’t like it. You take to
+it like a chicken to water. You’ll be a drug-store
+clerk yet.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> All right, I don’t like it. But if I ain’t bummed
+my way into more towns than any gray whiskered
+bunkerino in this outfit I’ll get off the train! I’ve
+been in Kalispell and Salt Lake City and Valparaiso!
+I’ve been in Waukesha and Winnemucca and Winnipeg
+and Miami. I been in Boone and Cheyenne and
+Jefferson City and Rock Island. I been in Memphis
+and Baltimore and Santa Monica and Walla Walla
+and Saskatoon. You can’t name a town on the big
+time I don’t know by heart!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Irreverent and immaterial. The court
+will now deliver sentence. [<i>He rises rather unsteadily,
+the liquor beginning to tell on him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Hell, I ain’t been found guilty yet.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You know you’re guilty. That’s disevident
+to the most unscrupulous mind. You’re so
+guilty you look innocent. Gentlemen of the jury,
+this country was discovered by Columbus in 1492
+and the wops have been coming here ever since.
+Once there was two Jews, and now look at ’em. If
+the yeggs and stiffs of this great and glorious republic
+don’t take steps to resist the encroachments of
+civilization, pretty soon there won’t be any yeggs and
+stiffs.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Yeah, that’s true. The Salvation Army gets
+a license to beg in Little Rock, and I can’t.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Hey!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_153'>153</span><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> No use being crippled any more. Country’s
+bound for hell in a handbasket.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Before going on and continuing, will
+somebody murder the Honorable Attorney for the
+Defense? [<i>Bill promptly sits on Hopper.</i>] Gentlemen
+of the Jury, since the beginning of time
+there’s been three classes in this large and magnificent
+territory, now governed exclusively by General
+Dawes and the Anti-Saloon League. I pause for a
+reply, and if anybody answers me, God help him.
+First, there is them that gives orders; second, there
+is them that does the work; and third, but not least,
+there is them that don’t do nothing and never will!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Hear ye! Hear ye!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Gentlemen, of them that don’t do nothing
+there is two kinds, yeggs and stiffs. The only
+difference between ’em is that the yeggs take what
+they want and the stiffs ask for it. Them two kinds
+is the only one’s that’s free and equal according to the
+provisions of the Declaration of Independence and
+the Constitution of the United States. Yes, gentlemen,
+out of the whole goddam hundred and ten
+millions recorded for their sins in the last census there
+remains but a little handful of free men, paying no
+homage to capital and bending no neck to the foreman,
+turning no cranks, pitching no bundles, wheeling
+no go-carts, bringing home no wages, walking
+independent and alone under the sky. The world’s
+their outdoor sleeping-porch and slumgullion is their
+kosher. Gentlemen all, that’s us.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ALL</span> [<i>except Red, Snake and Edna</i>]. Hooray!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> But, gentlemen, we have in our midst, to
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_154'>154</span>the shame of old Ireland, a slick little Mick, speaking
+several languages, and with the advantage of a generous
+hobo education, that intends to get married and
+support the established institutions. Do you know
+what we’re going to do with him?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Lynch him, I say.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Shame on you, Mr. Prosecuting Attorney,
+for that illiterate suggestion. No, sir; we gotta
+do everything decently and in order. The sentence
+is exile to Russia. Little Red loses his sweetie to the
+custody of the court and gets off the train. Bailiffs,
+do your duty! Open the door.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> What!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Open the door. [<i>Bill opens the door.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> You don’t mean it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>savagely</i>]. The hell I don’t mean it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Hey, Judge, we’re on a trustle. Say, we’ve left
+the main line.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> We’re crossing the Missouri, and it’s deeper
+than the Gulf of Mexico. If we kick him off here
+he’ll have to swim.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>sitting</i>]. Hell, that’s too bad. The
+court is visibly affected. [<i>He wipes away a tear.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> We’ll have to wait and put him off on the other
+side. Geez, we switched at Fort Union.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> That being the case, tie him up.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL</span> [<i>as he and Rubin arrest Red</i>]. Stand still, you
+red-headed flea! You want me to bash you one?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> I warn you, if you dump me off this rattler
+there’s going to be murder done when I catch up
+with you!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Aw, take it in fun, Mick, take it in fun.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_155'>155</span><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Take that in fun! [<i>He socks Bill viciously on
+the jaw.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Hey, you dirty bastard!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He and Rubin tie Red, the rest laughing heartily.
+They carry him back and dump him on the sacks
+near Edna.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY</span> [<i>at door</i>]. Hey, Snake, this rattler’s beating it
+south. We must have switched at Fort Union.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Yeah? Well, see what you can do about it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Hell, this is all wheat-growin’ country
+around here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> What the hell do you care where you’re
+going?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Well, now I’ll have to walk across the Rocky
+Mountains.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> The court’s adjourned. [<i>He rises and
+kicks the keg.</i>] Boys, is anybody going to save me
+from being a solitary drinker?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER</span> [<i>as they cluster round</i>]. Lemme at it!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Here’s the Kangaroo Judge!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Here’s the lady friend of the Kangaroo Judge!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Here’s the ward of the court!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Here’s to fallen women!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Wait a minute! That’s a good skoal!
+[<i>He walks over to Edna, cup in hand.</i>] Cutie, a
+toast has been proposed to fallen frails. Here’s to
+’em. [<i>He drinks.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Don’t talk to me about it. Try the Florence
+Crittenden Home.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You know, sweetie, I got a suspicion
+you’re a little wicked. That’s a compliment.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Very sweet of you, I’m sure.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_156'>156</span><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Now I’m as wicked as hell, and if you
+and me was to be wicked together, my God, how
+wicked we could be!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> I’m one of these modern women, judge. I
+claim the right to pick the guy I’m gonta be wicked
+with.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You know, darling, you’ve got the old
+judge going. Now, you’re the ward of the court,
+and I don’t want to cause any talk, but God damn
+his Honor, he’d like to break the Mann act and the
+Sullivan law with you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> You ain’t any Valentino you know.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Listen, kiddie, Little Red is deserting you.
+He’s getting off the train as soon as we hit dry land.
+Who’s it going to be? You know who it’s going
+to be.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Who’s it going to be?... Why, the Snake.
+He’s a better man than you are.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Who says so?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> The Snake as good as spit in your eye back in
+the camp—and what do you do? You make some
+clever remark about not needing to kill anybody at
+the moment. Lucky for you you can talk. If you
+couldn’t talk yourself out of trouble you wouldn’t
+live long.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Lady bird, the only reason I didn’t have
+a go with the Snake was that he was scared to raise
+his eyes higher’n my shoe strings.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> You better whisper that, because he’s looking
+at you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>turning</i>]. All right, Arkansas; the lady
+wants a fight. Get up. [<i>Arkansas rises.</i>] Angel-face
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_157'>157</span>likes the silent kind. She likes ’em silent as the
+White House after election. When I get through
+with you, pardner, you can look for a furnished room
+in a cemetery. It’s going to be the peace of the dead
+from then on.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Do you always start a fight with a gat in your
+pocket?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>tossing the gun out the door</i>]. There it
+goes. Moreover, if you’ve got any last statements to
+make or any fond farewells you’d better get ’em over
+with. They call you the Snake, do they? Well,
+I’m a snake-eater, see? I eat ’em alive. When a
+snake bites me it’s the snake that dies.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Go on and preach your sermon, because there
+won’t be any at your funeral. You’re drunk, you
+bag of guts, and I’m going to tear the wind-pipe out
+of you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Oklahoma swings and misses. The Snake leaps for
+his throat and Oklahoma gets a similar grip. They
+fall and roll over, Oklahoma ending on top. He
+chokes Snake into submission, then pauses thoughtfully,
+one hand still holding his adversary by the shirt
+front.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> What’s the matter, judge?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> I’m just wondering whether to kill him
+or not. If I don’t kill him he’s going to try to kill
+me sometime. And if I do kill him, it makes a mess
+on the floor.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Aw, come on, be a sport. Let him up.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Ukie takes out his ukelele and begins tuning it.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> All right, Baldy, you take care of him.
+Maybe you better give him a drink. [<i>He goes to the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_158'>158</span>keg, and helps himself. Baldy carries a drink to the
+Snake, who sits up.</i>] Are you licked, you sidewinder?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> No, by God!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Oh, yes, you are. I’m going to sit by
+my girl. [<i>He goes to Edna and sits at her feet.</i>]
+Now, little sweet dreams, have you got a good word
+for Oklahoma? [<i>He lays his head in her lap.</i>]
+What do you say?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA</span> [<i>smiling at him</i>]. It ain’t a bad state, judge,
+even, if you come from it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> That’s right, kid, be sweet to me. You
+don’t need to be afraid of me. You going to give the
+old judge a kiss, Angel-face. Come on, kid, show
+’em how you do it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Wait till I sing you something, judge. Say,
+Ukie, play that one again. The one you was just
+playing.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> That’s right, sing to me, Angel-face.
+Sing “Say it Isn’t True”—you know that one?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> I guess I know that one.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Sure, everybody knows that one. There
+was a swell little dame used to sing that back in Des
+Moines. Sing it, kid.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Ukie plays.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA</span> [<i>singing</i>].</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c009'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Sometimes when you’re far away;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sometimes when you’ve been gone a long while,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Maybe half a day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Maybe half a mile,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I look out the window</div>
+      <div class='line'>And it looks like rain</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_159'>159</span>And I think very likely</div>
+      <div class='line'>You won’t come here again.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>During song, Red backs around, Edna gets Skelly’s
+knife from Red’s pocket and cuts the bonds. Red
+returns to original position and joins in song.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA</span> and <span class='fss'>UKIE</span>.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c009'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But say it isn’t true,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh, say it isn’t true,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Don’t tell me you don’t love me,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Tell me you do.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sometimes, oh every once in a while,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I forget how you kiss me,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Forget how you smile;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Then I think someone else</div>
+      <div class='line'>Has cast a spell over you—</div>
+      <div class='line'>But say it isn’t true,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh, say it isn’t true!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE</span> [<i>rising</i>]. Now then, come on in, you pikers!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>ALL</span> [<i>singing</i>]. Oh, say it isn’t true, etc.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Say, that’s God damn good. Let’s do it again.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>There is a trampling overhead.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Sh-h! There’s the brakeman!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> More likely dicks.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>There is a pause, then the trap lifts.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BRAKEMAN</span> [<i>on the roof</i>]. My God, there’s enough
+bums down there to fill up the Grand Canyon.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>DETECTIVE.</span> I’m going down.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BRAKEMAN.</span> You better not.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>DETECTIVE.</span> Ah, hell, it’s a bunch of stiffs. [<i>A detective,
+revolver in hand, drops from the trap.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>DETECTIVE</span> [<i>looking round</i>]. This is sure some sweet
+little crowd. [<i>He looks at the keg.</i>] And you certainly
+punished the booze. Well you’ll pay for that,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_160'>160</span>see? You’ll pay for that. Shell out. That’s a ten
+dollar keg and you can dig up ten dollars or get off
+and take a little drink of Missouri River.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He walks to the door, turning his back insolently. Oklahoma,
+who has risen, suddenly kicks the detective
+out the door. As he falls, he clutches at the jam and
+his revolver flies from his hand. Red grabs it from
+Hopper, who has picked it up, and retreats to a corner
+with Edna.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Now I know what the carp-fish eat at
+the bottom of the Big Muddy!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Hey, judge—he’s got the gun.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Hel-lo!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Ha! Now what do you say we have that trial
+over again. Bailiffs, do your duty, Oklahoma’s getting
+off the train.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Hopper, is that gun loaded?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Sure, it’s loaded.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Come on, sing us something, judge, sing “Say it
+Isn’t True.”</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Why you goddam little fool, do you
+think that gun’s protection? You think you can
+bust through the drag-net they got out for you two?
+You ain’t got a chance. Why you ain’t got a chance
+against me. What do you think that damn little
+gun’s going to get you? Just five minutes more,
+that’s all—just five minutes more.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Hell! He lit in the mud! We’re across the
+river! Beat it, youse.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Train bangs to a stop. The gang jumps off. Mose,
+Sims and Ukie remain.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_161'>161</span><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> Now there’s going to be hell to pay—you better
+beat it, nigger.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> What did ah done?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BRAKEMAN</span> [<i>appearing at door with detective</i>]. Well,
+what are you doin’ here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> We ain’t with that gang. We paid for this
+ride.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>DETECTIVE.</span> Yeah, they’re all right. They’re going
+south; let ’em ride to Fairview.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BRAKEMAN.</span> All right, you’re doin’ it. They’ll get
+’em at Fairview all right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The two disappear.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Hey, white man, Ah’s goin’ no’th! Ah don’
+wanna go south no mo.’ [<i>Exit.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Let’s get out of here, kid. This place ain’t
+healthy. Not that way, they’ll see you. Come on!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Train starts.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> So long, Ukie! [<i>In end-door.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> Good-bye, Juliette.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Exit Edna, then Red.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SIMS.</span> Who’d she go with, Ukie?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>UKIE.</span> She’s going north with a little red-headed guy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Ukie plays the ukelele. Sims drowses. Skelly still
+sleeps in the corner.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div>CURTAIN</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_162'>162</span>
+<img src='images/i_outside_major_div_decoration.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<h3 class='c006'>ACT III</h3>
+
+<p class='c013'><i>Scene: A deserted claim shack on the edge of Montana.
+There are two windows in the rear, a door at the
+left. No furniture has been left in the place save a
+stove which stands in the corner at the right and a
+kitchen table between the windows. A flour barrel
+stands on one side of the table, a fish keg under it.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c012'><i>Time: It is just daylight the next morning.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c012'><i>At Rise: Edna is still asleep on the floor at the extreme
+right, her face to the wall. Little Red sits bolt
+upright, the revolver on his knee, evidently guarding
+her. At the left, near the door, the hoboes are stretched
+out in heavy slumber. They are all here except the
+four who remained in the box car. Baldy stirs, yawns
+loudly, lifts his head, and looks at Red.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Beautiful morning, Mickey.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Yeah, ain’t it, though?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Shut up, will you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> There, there; did we wake him up?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> What the hell’s wrong with you? It ain’t
+mor’n four o’clock. I got to get my beauty sleep,
+ain’t I?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Well, you need it, all right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> All right, shut up and let me rest my hands and
+face.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_163'>163</span><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>sitting up</i>]. Well, my God, will you take
+a look at Red here! He’s been standing guard
+all night, and expecting trouble any minute. Red,
+you do beat hell. Didn’t you get any sleep at all,
+kid?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> I don’t need any sleep. I used to be a six-day
+bicycle rider. Anyway, why in hell didn’t you hoboes
+look up a claim shack of your own? We found
+this joint first.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> We didn’t know you was in here. And
+for the matter of that there ain’t another shack
+within two miles and it was raining and darker than
+a bushel of black cats. If you hadn’t lit the candle
+we wouldn’t have found you in a thousand years....
+It certainly is hell to keep you awake like that.
+Why didn’t you go to sleep, you poor fish? We was
+all asleep.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Who was awake?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Aw, Red’s been awake all night, with
+the blue-iron all ready for business. Afraid somebody’d
+steal his guinea.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Now ain’t that terrible? He won’t be hardly
+any good today keeping them late hours and all.
+You’re going to lose your job with the chippie, kid,
+if you go and get out of condition.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> That’s all right, Mickey; don’t let ’em kid
+you. Any time you need it, I seen a sign back in
+Minot, Lost Manhood Restored. They do it cheap
+back there.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> If they could do that maybe they could grow
+hair on that solid ivory of yours. Why don’t you
+try ’em?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_164'>164</span><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> I don’t need hair on my head. I got it on my
+chest.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER</span> [<i>getting up to look out window</i>]. Jeez, it’s
+morning!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Aw, go to sleep.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> If you want to sleep, go on outside. There’s
+a million acres of prairie out there with nobody using
+it. Pick yourself out a soft acre and go to sleep
+in the middle of it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Hell, I don’t want to wake up, because if I wake
+up I’ve gotta have breakfast and where am I going
+to get it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Ah, the country’s lousy with jack-rabbits.
+Catch yourself one. The way you beat it away from
+the rattler last night a jack-rabbit wouldn’t have a
+chance.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER</span> [<i>sounding on the flour barrel with his
+knuckles</i>]. There’s somethin’ in this.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> God, he’s hopeful. I suppose you think it’s
+full of hot muffins.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER</span> [<i>reaching into the barrel</i>]. It’s flour. Can
+anybody cook?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> I don’t want any of that. I’ll bet it’s full of
+boll weevil.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> No, it’s all right. There ain’t even been
+mice in it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Well, then, there must be something wrong
+with it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN</span> [<i>investigating the fish keg</i>]. Boys, we’ve got
+some rare old pickled herring here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> See if you can catch ’em. I’ll bet
+they’re playing tag in there.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_165'>165</span><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Come here, Bill. Is these fish any good?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Is fish ever any good?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Come over here and smell ’em.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> I don’t have to go over there to smell ’em. I
+can smell ’em here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Put that lid back on before they escape.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY</span> [<i>looking into the flour barrel</i>]. Let me see that
+flour. That’s all right. That’s No. 1 hard, F.O.B.
+Minneapolis. I can make something out of that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Where you going to get your soda?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> What do you know about soda? If you want
+to be intelligent ask me where I’m going to get the
+firewood.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> I’ll bite, where you going to get it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Them as wants breakfast will step out and
+forage for it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> I knew there was a catch in it. Is <i>that</i> all the
+better of a cookie you are?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> I got to have some water, too. Get the hell
+out of here, you bunch of bindle-stiffs, and let me
+work.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Say, if you’re going to work, I’d like to stay
+and watch you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> All right, I’ll get it myself. [<i>He takes a pail
+from the table and hands it to Hopper.</i>] Here,
+Hopper. [<i>Kicks Bill out of door and exits.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> You think he’s sore?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> No—just the old woman’s way. [<i>He looks
+out the window, then steps out.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> I’ll bet you have to walk a mile for water
+in this country.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_166'>166</span>[<i>He goes out, followed by Rubin. The Snake turns
+over, stretches himself, takes in the situation and goes
+out.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>to Red</i>]. You don’t have to sit there all
+day with the gun in your lap.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> How about last night?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Well, what about it? You’re off the
+train, ain’t you? The sentence was carried out by
+what the life insurance agents calls an act of God.
+Everything’s been working out fine for them that
+loves the Lord, including you two babes in the wood.
+Put your gun away. I won’t bite you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> What are you waiting round for?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Because I want to talk to you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> What about?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Do you know why I was going to kick
+you off the train?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Do I seem to be going blind?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> I’ll tell you, I didn’t want you to make a
+damn fool of yourself.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> I’m certain obliged.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You think I’m kidding you. Well, I’ll
+admit I liked the little girl, but hell, I’ve seen a mort
+of fan-tails in my time. You know what they’re
+good for. You don’t want to tie yourself up with
+one of ’em, especially one with a record. Catch ’em
+young, kid, treat ’em rough, tell ’em nothing.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Did you hear me asking for any advice?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Well, you’re just a God damn fool, that’s
+all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Is that all you had to say?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_167'>167</span><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> That’s all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Then I guess you can go now.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> All right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He rises. Edna stirs and sits up, brushing back her
+hair.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Lend me your comb, will you, Red?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Sure. [<i>He hands it to her.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Where’s all the procession?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Out for tinder.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>A pause.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> What were you two talking about?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Oklahoma was just backing out the door.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You know, for kids that’s supposed to
+know your way around, I don’t know as I ever come
+across a pair of idiots as simple. First you croak an
+old guy and then you set off across country for a
+honeymoon with half a dozen detectives tied on behind
+you instead of old shoes. I don’t get you at all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> It does sound funny when you put it that
+way, don’t it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Well, life’s funny, anyhow, Oklahoma. You’ve
+got a lot to learn.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Yeah, life is certainly funny; and the
+whole world is certainly behind you two, getting
+ready to kick you good. You break all the rules of
+the game and you don’t even play to win.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> No?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> The first rule in making a getaway is
+Scatter. The dicks know Angel-face is travelling
+with a red-headed go-bragh. They know Red is
+travelling with a lady friend. If they find you together
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_168'>168</span>you incriminate each other. If you want to
+get away, why don’t you cut loose?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> If they get their nickel-plate on me it’s good
+night, no matter who’s with me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> All right; but if they see you with Red
+they spot you as easy as chalk on a door, and if you’re
+with somebody else they’re off the scent. And Red
+here, he’s walking right into the sheriff’s lassoo.
+Along with you he’d an accessory. Going it alone
+he’s just any red-headed kid, and Christ, there’s
+plenty of them.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Aw, we’re onto your little game. You can get
+the hell out.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Well, as I said before, you’re just a God damn
+fool. You think you’re noble or something.
+You probably saw a movie somewhere and went completely
+nuts. You’re nuts over little Edna and she’s
+nuts over you and she’ll have the satisfaction of ringing
+you in on a short session of blind man’s buff out
+behind the Minot jail-yard. You’re cuckoo. You
+two are going to have a grand time being buried together
+and all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Have you ever been hung very much?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> No.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Well, if you haven’t been hung, you must have
+got away. That’s what we’re figuring on, getting
+away.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Where to?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Ask another.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Oh, where are you going? You’ve got
+to get out and get out fast.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> How about Medicine Hat?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_169'>169</span><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Yeah, that’s all right. How’re you going
+to get there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Cut north to the Soo and cross the border in
+the day coach.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> The Soo’s a hellish slow railroad. Still,
+you can’t ride on this one any more. Yeah, you’d
+probably make it. And then what?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Medicine Hat.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> And then what? Then Red goes to
+work for the gas company, huh, or selling bath tubs
+to the Norwegians. You’d settle down in one of
+them three-for-a-dime cottages and keep house.
+They’re a fine church-going crowd up there and
+they’d take to you like hell. You’d have a wonderful
+time. How long do you think you could
+stand it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> There’s land up there....</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Or else you move into a claim shack and
+spend the winter dancing to keep warm.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Have to go somewhere, you know. Can’t be
+nowhere, like this.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> And then you’d start raising kids. Oh
+God! Do you call that a future? How long d’you
+think Red’s going to last at that? He hasn’t spent
+more’n three days in any one town since he was old
+enough to find the railroad track.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Say, are you going to talk all day? Sign off, will
+you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> I’ll tell you what we’ll do, kid. I’ve got
+a small roll left. We’ll let Red try the Soo on his
+own and you and I’ll pick up a bus somewhere and
+never stop till we get to Colorado Springs. I know
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_170'>170</span>a hang-out down there and I’ll show you the time of
+your life. If you’re caught with Little Red you ruin
+him. You don’t want to do that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Wake me up when he quits. Aw, bull!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> And what if I’m caught with you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Well, you won’t be, for one thing. And
+if you are—I ain’t a walking identification tag like
+that guy.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> I guess maybe—I ought to do it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Do what?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> I ought to give you a chance.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Do you mean you’ve been listening to that kangaroo?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> I guess maybe he’s right, Red.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Do you want to go with him?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Yes, I—I guess so. [<i>She rises.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> No, you don’t. [<i>He rises.</i>] And if you did,
+do you think I’d let you? I’ll fill him as full of
+holes as a barrel of doughnuts first! Go on out
+and take a running jump in the Missouri, you hog-shouldered
+rag-picker, before I feed you a plate of
+ammunition!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>looking at them in a puzzled way</i>].
+Would you do that, Red, would you actually do that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> You try any monkey-business and you’ll find
+out! Hell, you talk about slick Micks, if you ain’t
+the heavyweight soft-soaper of the world I’d like
+to meet the guy that is! My God, you almost sold
+that face of yours to a girl when she had another one
+to pick from! And say, that face of yours would
+be a lovely thing to live with! Think of looking
+at that across the breakfast table!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_171'>171</span><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Damned if I don’t believe the boy means
+it. You know I can’t make you out, Mickey. I
+thought you’d probably be damn glad to get rid of
+her. As a matter of fact I thought I was doing you
+a favor. If you was looking for dangerous baggage
+you couldn’t pick up dynamite any more likely to
+send you to your Happy Hunting Ground than her.
+And here’s your best chance to shake loose, and you
+don’t want to do it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> No, damn you, no. D’you get that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>lighting a cigarette</i>]. I don’t know as I
+ever knew a case like it. [<i>He sits down.</i>] Do you
+know what I think’s the matter with you two?
+[<i>There is no answer. Oklahoma speaks quite seriously
+and speculatively.</i>] You must be in love.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> I don’t care what you call it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>still pondering</i>]. Yes, sir; I’ve often
+heard about it, but I never saw it before. I knew all
+the time there was something wrong with you two.
+Yes, sir. That’s what it is.... Well, that being
+the case we’ll have to make the best of it. Medicine
+Hat, huh? Medicine Hat&#160;... I can understand
+your liking her&#160;... I liked her the first time I got
+a flash at her pan—but this life-term stuff—oh,
+hell.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> I told you you had a lot to learn.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>to Edna</i>]. You don’t want to come
+with me?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> I’d do it—for Red. You see, I’d do anything
+for Red. But if he wants me to stick around—why,
+you know where you can go. Where the Pope told
+the Cardinal.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_172'>172</span><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Aw, use a little diplomacy, Angel-face.
+Even a judge has feelings. The old judge, damn his
+whiskers, is inclined to be lenient. There’s something
+in the way you kids look at each other that
+gives him a jolt. A couple of wild-eyed idiots that
+wants anything the way you do—probably you
+ought to get it. I don’t know whether you’ll like
+it after you get it—but that don’t make any difference.
+If you want to go to Medicine Hat why
+it’s a deal; you’re going. You’re going if the gang
+has to stage a massacre in Wolf Point to pull the
+bulls off the track. Stow the side-arm, Red. And
+shake. [<i>He holds out his hand.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED</span> [<i>hesitating</i>]. No, I don’t like you, and I won’t
+shake with you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> That’s all right. I don’t hold it against
+you. If I was to count the number of guys that
+don’t like me on my fingers I’d have to be a thousand-legged
+worm. You’re probably right, Red. I’m a
+low-lifer and not to be trusted. But, damn it all,
+you’re an amusin’ little cuss, Red, and I kind of take
+to you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Grab the mitt, Red. He’s a good bet.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Well, if you say so. Always the gentleman.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He puts the gun in his pocket and takes Oklahoma’s
+hand. Instantly Oklahoma twists his wrist in an
+iron grip, whirls him round and catches the other
+arm, holding Red like a vice.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You see, I got you easy. You see, Angel-face,
+Little Red was right. I’m a low-lifer and not
+to be trusted. I talked you right into a trap and
+you’re busted. I’ve got you. On the other hand,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_173'>173</span>speaking contrarywise, I don’t want you. I ain’t
+even taking your gun away from you. I wouldn’t
+spoil your picnic for country sausage and wheats, and
+God knows I’m hungry for breakfast. You two are
+emigrating to Canada if I have to carry you across the
+dyke in a basket. [<i>He releases Red.</i>] Now, will
+you shake hands without being told?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Why, you double-breasted son-of-a-buck,—no.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> All right, kid.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Bill and Rubin enter, Rubin carrying kindling, Bill
+carrying lumps of coal.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> You know what I found? I found a coal mine!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> A coal mine?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Right! A coal mine! Growing right out of
+the ground!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Why, Bill, that’s grand. That’s simply
+grand! I didn’t think you had it in you!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN</span> [<i>laying the fire in the stove</i>]. I tell you that’s
+lignite.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Well, it’s coal, ain’t it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> They call it coal.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> It’ll burn, won’t it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Some people has been able to set it on fire.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Then what’s the difference?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> What’s the difference between a duck and a
+mud-hen? That’s the difference.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Oklahoma lies down and smokes a cigarette.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Hell, if it’ll burn I’m going to make a fire
+with it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> You are not! I’m making this fire. If you
+want to try lignite, try smoking it. It goes out as
+easy as a Richmond Straight.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_174'>174</span><span class='fss'>BILL</span> [<i>putting down his coal and looking at it</i>]. Aw,
+come on, give it half a chance.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> I damn near froze meself to death giving it a
+chance, one winter. It don’t give off any more heat
+than a lightning bug.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He lights the fire. Baldy and Hopper come in with
+wood.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY</span> [<i>to Rubin</i>]. Do you know how to do that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Do I know how to do it? My specialty is
+setting fires.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Ah, let me at that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> What the hell do you know about it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY</span> [<i>he elbows Rubin away</i>]. Me, I’m the cow that
+kicked over the lantern in Chicago. That ain’t no
+way. When it comes to starting fires I’m the San
+Francisco earthquake. See that? [<i>He sets about
+mixing water and flour in a basin.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> What’s that going to be?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> How do I know till I get it made?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Well, you might have some idea.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Look at the menu. Maybe it’s waffles. [<i>He
+beats the mixture vigorously with an iron spoon.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL</span> [<i>eyeing the operation</i>]. You know, I don’t think
+that’s going to be much good.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Well, for God’s sake! Who do you think I’m
+making it for—you? You’re going to be lucky if
+you get any of this.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Yeah?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> What did you ever do to earn your breakfast
+anyway?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> I got a half ton of coal here to sell, if anybody
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_175'>175</span>wants it. I lugged it all the way from the river bottom,
+too.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Well, you can take it right back again now.
+I don’t want this here kitchen floor looking like a
+coal bin.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> God, but you’re getting domestic.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Baldy pours batter on the griddle.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Gee, that looks queer to me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Looks kinda stringy, Baldy, and kinda
+lumpy. Maybe you better beat it some more.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Say, are you cooking this breakfast, or am I
+doing it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> I don’t know whether it’s breakfast or not,
+and I don’t know whether it’s cooking, but whatever’s
+being done, you’re doing it. I don’t want to
+be responsible.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Come to think of it, in the best circles
+they ain’t really eating breakfast since the war.
+Somehow, when I look at that there that Baldy’s
+playing with, I ain’t got any appetite.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>The Snake comes in, sits, and watches Baldy silently.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Honest to God, now, Baldy, what is it you’re
+making, if any?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Ah, Baldy’s doing fine. If he had some ham
+now he could make some damn good ham and eggs,
+if he had some eggs.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> That’s a new one, that is. You plucked that
+one fresh right out of the Garden of Eden.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> On the level, what d’you call it? Not that
+I give a damn.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> If you really want to know, it’s drop cakes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> I don’t like the name.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_176'>176</span><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> No, you wouldn’t.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> No, it reminds me of something.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> What’s the theory of ’em, Baldy?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Well, the theory is, you beat ’em till you get
+air in ’em, see; and then you don’t need anything to
+rise ’em.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Oh yeah, well, maybe you didn’t beat
+’em enough.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Maybe you beat ’em too much. You prob’ly
+knocked the wind out of ’em.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN</span> [<i>tastes batter and spits it out</i>]. Did you ever
+make any of them before, or is this a first attempt?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Maybe I did and maybe I didn’t.... I used
+to be cookie in a circus. Yah, I used to cook for the
+lions. I seen a guy make ’em once.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Did he have any success, or did it look the way
+that does.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Yeah, he had success, and it looked the way
+that does.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Did the lions eat any of it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Yeah, and it was damn good, too.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> How many of ’em recovered? [<i>Baldy tries to
+turn a cake with a spoon and has trouble.</i>] Hey,
+that ain’t ready yet! That ain’t ready!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> I’ll bet you never greased the pan!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Ah—what was I going to grease it with?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> If you haven’t any grease you have to get
+the pan hot, and then nothing’ll stick to it!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY</span> [<i>finally turning the cake with a flourish</i>]. Look
+at that! I guess I got it hot enough. Who wants
+the first stack of wheats?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>A grim silence.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_177'>177</span><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> I got a weak stomach.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> You got a weak stomach too? I’m on a diet.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> My doctor says to me—“you can eat anything
+but drop cakes,” he says. “Now you remember
+that,” he says. “One more drop cake is going to kill
+you.” Imagine! And me passionately fond of drop
+cakes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> I’m going to drop a cake of something on you
+that’ll kill you, in just about a minute.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Don’t you hit me with any of them!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> You think I’d waste any on you, inside or out,
+you cheap wise-cracker? These is for gentlemen.
+[<i>He places a cake on a pie-pan and sets it in the middle
+of the floor.</i>] This here’s for Oklahoma. [<i>He
+sets out another cake on another plate.</i>] And this
+is for Arkansas. Come on, Snake. When you finish
+that there’s more coming. Come on, yegger. The
+chow’s on the table.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Women and children first. Give mine
+to Red and his angel.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Naw, it’s for you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA.</span> Oh, we can wait, Oklahoma.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> In fact, they’d almost prefer to wait.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>seating himself near his plate</i>]. All right,
+come on, Snake. The chef’s a friend of yours. You
+got to stick by your friends.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> All right.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He sits near his cake. Each takes out a jackknife,
+opens it, cuts off a bite and tastes deliberately.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> How is it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Say, you boys ought to get in on this.
+It’s an experience.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_178'>178</span><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> What’s it like?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>with a wry face</i>]. God, there’s no describing
+it. You got to eat it to believe it.—Snake,
+you and me has had hard words before now. I don’t
+know as we ever agreed about anything before. But
+something tells me that we got something in common
+from now on. Am I right?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> I’ll bet I don’t like ’em as much as you do.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> By God, I don’t know. I don’t like ’em
+much.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> What’s the matter with ’em?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> They’re all right, Baldy; they’re damn
+good, you know; only they’d be even better if they
+was cooked.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Ain’t they cooked? Sure they’re cooked.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> They’re hot, all right, and of course cakes
+is good hot, but I do like ’em to be cooked, too.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Hell. I can cook ’em some more. [<i>He lifts
+the cakes from the floor and puts them back on the
+pan.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA</span> [<i>sighing as he rises</i>]. There! A man always
+feels better after a good meal. [<i>He glimpses
+someone out the door.</i>] Who’s that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL</span> [<i>looking out</i>]. It’s Mose.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Now how in hell did he get here?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Right at present he’s walking.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Oklahoma goes to the door and calls.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Heigh!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE</span> [<i>outside</i>]. Heigh! White man! [<i>He enters.</i>]
+Yes, sir; I done found you at last!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Where you been?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_179'>179</span><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Gettysburg and other burgs, white boy. Ah
+been huntin’ you all since daylight.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> What’s the trouble?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Where does you all think you is?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> We figured we’re in the middle of nowhere.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Well, you ain’t. You’re just three miles from
+Gettysburg, Montana, counting telephone poles, an’
+it ain’t far ‘nough. When we rolls into the yards
+last night, I sneaks up to the railway station to find
+out what’s going on. And there was suah plenty
+goin’ on. There was the sheriff with a telegram in
+his hand, swearin’ in deputies by the wagon-load and
+holdin’ a session with the train-crew. He says so’s
+ev’body could heah him they was goin’ to staht down
+the railroad track as soon as it was bright enough to
+see, and foller yo’ trail in the mud and get yo’ asleep.
+Ah has just barely beat him heah, becaise there’s two
+posses closin’ in on you, the fust one comin’ from
+town and the second one comin’ from the riber. If
+you’all wants to get away you better make a break
+no’th up the coulee, and you better do it fast. That’s
+all. Ah’s goin’.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He turns to the door. Oklahoma blocks his way.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL</span> [<i>jumping up</i>]. Jesus!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Wait a minute. We got to do this right
+or nobody’ll get away.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Boss, Ah don’t want to get in on no trouble.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Sorry, Mose, you’ll have to wait a sec.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL</span> [<i>as the whole gang gets ready to go</i>]. Where’s my
+goddam hat?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_180'>180</span><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> You won’t need any hat where <i>you’re</i> going.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Hell, where is that hat? Has somebody got my
+hat?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Your hat? You got it on, you poor nut!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY</span> [<i>to Oklahoma</i>]. Gangway there!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Not so fast.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Step out of the way, will you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Nope. You boys’ll have to wait a minute.
+I got something to tell you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>HOPPER.</span> Make it snappy, then. I got a lame leg and
+I can’t run fast.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Well, you can listen fast. Now, look
+here; if we make a break in a bunch we’re almost sure
+to get picked up. They’ll spot us sure as hell—and
+then what happens? Why, little Red and Edna get
+the hemp and the rest of us get thirty days for being
+in bad company. There’s only one thing to do. We
+let little Red and Edna slip away up the coulee and
+we stay here and parley the posse. If we do it right
+we can hold ’em long enough to give the kids a handy
+start. And we won’t get any more time’n we’ll get
+anyway if we stampede across the prairie.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Get out of the door!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Stand away from there!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You heard what I said?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE.</span> Stand away from there!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> You’re used to having your own way,
+ain’t you, Snake? Up to the time you met me you
+was completely spoiled. And since you met me you
+never do get your own way. It’s hard on you, and
+you’ve got my sympathy. But don’t talk so loud.
+[<i>Snake rushes Oklahoma and is knocked back into
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_181'>181</span>the room. Baldy follows, meets the same reception,
+and falls athwart the Snake.</i>] Mickey, beat it.
+Come on, Angel-face.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Red and Edna go toward the door.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Go straight north and you’ll hit Ardoch!
+Take the local!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED.</span> Fine!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> If you have to buy tickets, here. [<i>He
+hands his roll to Red.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RED</span> [<i>taking it</i>]. You’re the God-damnedest old—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Shut up and get out. [<i>He keeps his eye
+on the hoboes.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>EDNA</span> [<i>kissing Oklahoma</i>]. Good-bye, old timer.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Good-bye. [<i>Red and Edna go. Mose
+crawls behind the stove.</i>] What you doing in there?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE</span> [<i>Looking out</i>]. Ah’m just trying to get warm.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Now, here’s the rest of the story. We’ve
+got to cook up something to tell the bulls so we’ll all
+give it to ’em the same way. This is how I figure it
+out. If they don’t know Angel-face was with us
+we won’t tell ’em. And nobody knows who kicked
+the dick off the train, see? That was just an unhappy
+accident, that’s all. The poor guy lost his
+balance and fell. And no matter what they say nobody
+here knows anything about the row at Williston,
+get that? That must of been another gang.
+And if we can do it we’ll make ’em think we never
+saw Red or Edna, either. Bill, look out the window
+and see if Red’s out of sight.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL</span> [<i>looking out</i>]. They just went behind the willows.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Then they won’t see them, that’s sure.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_182'>182</span>There’s only one thing wrong with the dope. They
+know the kids was on that train and they won’t quit
+hunting till they get ’em. Now if there was only
+somebody here that looked like a frail he could play
+Angel-face and that’d certainly gain time.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Maybe I could do it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> You need a shave too bad.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Baldy, he ought to be able to do it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Or if there was only another little red-headed
+guy.... [<i>He looks out the door.</i>] They’re
+coming, ’Boes; lie around and look natural. There’s
+fifty of them.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>Deputies appear at windows, crashing in glass, and
+then the sheriff appears in the doorway.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Hullo.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Yes, sir. Quite so.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF</span> [<i>to those behind him</i>]. We’ve got ’em
+trapped, boys. [<i>A couple of men appear in the doorway
+with guns.</i>] The gang’s covered. Put up your
+hands. [<i>The hoboes lift their hands. The Sheriff
+enters.</i>] Get up and line up here. [<i>They all get
+up and stand in line except Mose.</i>] Search ’em. [<i>A
+deputy enters and slaps their pockets, finding no
+weapons.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>DEPUTY.</span> They’re harmless, chief.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Lower your hands, but stand still. Where
+you from? [<i>There is a silence.</i>] Well, speak up.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> We’re from everywhere, chief.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Who are you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Me? I’m a decayed mining engineer,
+out of work.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> A mining engineer? I’ll bet you mined
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_183'>183</span>gold out of little iron boxes when you was working.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Now, chief, is that fair? You’re pinning
+a rep on me without no evidence.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> I don’t need evidence when I see a face
+like that.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Yeah, I often used to say that myself.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> You did?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Yeah, I used to be a judge.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Yes, I daresay. Well, now, I’ll tell you who
+we’re looking for, and if you can help us out you’d
+better do it. We’re looking for a little red-head and
+a girl that beat it out of Williston last night on the
+freight. If you can tell us where they are we don’t
+want this bunch. You can get the hell out of here,
+the faster the better for you. If you can’t help us
+out why you’re going to Wolf Point and enjoy our
+hospitality till we find out all about that little affair
+back in Williston.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> What happened at Williston?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Just a nice little murder. They found a
+farmer sitting at the lunch table with three bullets
+in him.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Now who do you suppose would do a
+thing like that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> The girl did the shooting—and she was on
+the freight last night. Who saw her?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Hell, we came in the other way, chief.
+We’re all going east. We ain’t seen no girl.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>1ST DEPUTY</span> [<i>stepping in</i>]. Like hell they was going
+the other way! Chief, our squad traced this gang in
+the mud all the way from the river where they got
+kicked off.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_184'>184</span><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Yeah? What did you want to lie to me for?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> I don’t want to get mixed up in no murder.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Hold your jaw for a while. I’ll get back
+to you later. [<i>To Rubin.</i>] Were you on that west-bound
+freight last night?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Yep.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Was there a girl on the train? A girl travelling
+in pants.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Sure there was.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Sure there was.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Where is she now?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> She fell in the Missouri and got drowned.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> Yeah, that’s right. She fell in the Missouri
+and got drowned.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> How’d it happen?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> We was just—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Drop your trap! Go on, you.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>RUBIN.</span> We was just riding along over the river, and
+we had the door open, and she was leaning against the
+side looking out, and the train gave a swerve, like
+that—you know—and she went out—that’s all.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> That sounds kind of phoney to me. [<i>to
+Baldy</i>]. Who are you?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Ex-soldier. Honorable discharge. See that?
+[<i>Pointing to his scar.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> How’d you get that?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BALDY.</span> Fighting for my country.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF</span> [<i>to Bill</i>]. Did you see a guy called little Red
+on the train?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Me? Little Red?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Sure he did.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_185'>185</span><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Sure I did.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF</span> [<i>to Oklahoma</i>]. One more break like that,
+old yegger, and you’re going to be breaking rock.
+[<i>To Bill.</i>] Where’s little Red now?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> He don’t need to answer that. I’ll answer
+that. I’m little Red.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> You are?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Yep.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> You carry too much weight to answer to
+that alias, my friend.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Aw hell; that’s why they call me little
+Red. Because I ain’t little.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> You own up to the shooting?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> No, sir. I had nothing to do with it.
+That was the girl’s private affair.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> What’s the girl’s name?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> I don’t know what her last name was,
+but her first name was Emily or Evalina, or something.
+Anyway she’s dead.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> So you’re little Red, huh?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> I said it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Boys, is that what you call him?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>BILL.</span> Yeah, he’s little Red. I wouldn’t have told you,
+only he told you first.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Fine. That makes you an accessory.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> The hell it does. I tell you—</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Tell that in the dock. Boys, we’ve got an
+accessory.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Like hell.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> If you want to get out of here without having
+your face wrecked, shut up till we ask you to
+talk.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_186'>186</span><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> That’s jake with me.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF</span> [<i>to Snake</i>]. You. That story about the girl
+falling in the river. Is that straight?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SNAKE</span> [<i>after a pause</i>]. About the girl falling in the
+river? Sure, that’s straight.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> I see. All right, ’Boes. The Wolf Point
+county jail is next on the route. Left by file. Forward....</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Just one question, chief. Is the cooking
+good in your jail.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Couldn’t be worse. It’s terrible.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>OKLAHOMA.</span> Oh God, and I lost all my money in the
+river, too.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Forward! March! [<i>The gang files out the
+door. The sheriff lingers a moment.</i>] Is there
+something scorchin’ in here? Smells like it.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>2ND DEPUTY.</span> Ah, it’s their damn pancakes.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>SHERIFF.</span> Ah, let ’em scorch!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>They go out. After a moment, Mose comes out from
+behind the stove, his face contorted with pain and
+rubbing his shoulder with his hand. He looks out
+cautiously, then comes back, muttering to himself.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Scorchin’! My God, Ah’m burnt to a crust!</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>He goes to the stove, takes a pancake, blows it to
+cool it, and sits down with it. He tries it, doesn’t
+like it, then takes a paper package from his pocket
+and sprinkles the pancakes with salt. Trying it
+again, he likes it no better. He rises, looking down
+at the thing.</i>] Looks like food. But it ain’t.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>A deputy appears in the door. Mose goes to the stove
+and picks up the frying pan, looking earnestly at the
+contents.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_187'>187</span><span class='fss'>DEPUTY.</span> Hey, you! [<i>Mose leaps dropping the pan.</i>]
+Come on, I saw you jouking around in here.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> Listen, boss; what time is it?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>DEPUTY.</span> Five o’clock.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> What time does you have breakfast in jail?</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>DEPUTY.</span> Six.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'><span class='fss'>MOSE.</span> All right. You don’t need no irons. Ah’s
+comin’ quiet.</p>
+
+<p class='c008'>[<i>They go out.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div>CURTAIN</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+<div class='tnotes x-ebookmaker'>
+
+<div class='chapter ph2'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c001'>
+    <div>TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+ <ul class='ul_1 c004'>
+    <li>Typos fixed; non-standard spelling and dialect retained.
+    </li>
+  </ul>
+
+</div>
+
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77807 ***</div>
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