I knew that, because I had seen a
couple of moving picture shows in which they figured. But now for
the first time I met one, and behold, he was an open-faced, laughing
lad, with apple cheeks and two most beautiful rows of even white
teeth that gleamed at you!
"Fellow-worker Carpenter!" he cried; and caught the prophet by his
two hands. "You are an old friend of ours, though you may not know
it! We drink a toast to you in our jungles."
"Is that so?" said Carpenter.
"I suppose I really have no right to see you," continued the other,
"because I'm shadowed all the time, and you know my organization is
outlawed."
"Why is it outlawed?"
"Well," said Colver, "they say we burn crops and barns, and drive
copper-nails into fruit-trees, and spikes into sawmill lumber."
"And do you do that?"
Colver laughed his merry laugh. "We do it just as often as you act
for the movies, Fellow-worker Carpenter!"
"I see," said Carpenter. "What do you really do?"
"What we really do is to organize the unskilled workers.
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