After breakfast he and Sam took up their stand in front of the barber shop
opposite the stairway leading to the shirtwaist factory. Sam's girl with
the pamphlets was gone as was also the soft-eyed Jewish girl, and in their
places Frank and the Pittsburgh leader named Harrigan walked up and down.
Again carriages and automobiles stood by the curb, and again a well-
dressed woman got out of a machine and went toward three striking girls
approaching along the sidewalk. The woman was met by Harrigan, shaking his
fist and shouting, and getting back into the machine she drove off. From
the stairway the flashily-dressed Hebrew looked at the crowd and laughed.
"Where is the new strike leader--the mail-order strike leader?" he called
to Frank.
With the words, a working man with a dinner pail on his arm ran out of the
crowd and knocked the Jew back into the stairway.
"Punch him! Punch the dirty scab leader!" yelled Frank, dancing up and
down on the sidewalk.
Two policemen running forward began leading the workingman up the street,
his dinner pail still clutched in one hand.
"I know something," The Skipper shouted, pounding Sam on the shoulder. "I
know who will sign that note with me.
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