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"For what do you organize them?"
"So that they will be able to run the industries when the system of
greed breaks down of its own rottenness."
"I see," said the prophet, and he thought for a moment. "It is a
slave revolt!"
"Exactly," said the other.
"I know what they do to slave revolts, my brother. You are fortunate
if they only send you to prison."
"They do plenty more than that," said Colver. "I will give you our
pamphlet, 'Drops of Blood,' and you may read about some of the
lynching and tarring and feathering and shooting of Mobland." His
eyes twinkled. "That's a dandy name you've hit on! I shall be
surprised if it doesn't stick."
Carpenter went on questioning, bent upon knowing about this outlaw
organization and its members. It was clear before long that he had
taken a fancy to young John Colver. He made him sit beside him, and
asked to hear some of his poetry, and when he found it really vivid
and beautiful, he put his arm about the young poet's shoulders.
Again I found memories of old childhood phrases stirring in my mind.
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