Yuh
wanter blow tings up, don't yuh? Well, dat's me! I belong!
SECRETARY--[With pretended carelessness.] You mean change the
unequal conditions of society by legitimate direct action--or with
dynamite?
YANK--Dynamite! Blow it offen de oith--steel--all de cages--all de
factories, steamers, buildings, jails--de Steel Trust and all dat
makes it go.
SECRETARY--So--that's your idea, eh? And did you have any special
job in that line you wanted to propose to us. [He makes a sign to
the men, who get up cautiously one by one and group behind YANK.]
YANK--[Boldly.] Sure, I'll come out wit it. I'll show youse I'm
one of de gang. Dere's dat millionaire guy, Douglas--
SECRETARY--President of the Steel Trust, you mean? Do you want to
assassinate him?
YANK--Naw, dat don't get yuh nothin'. I mean blow up de factory,
de woiks, where he makes de steel. Dat's what I'm after--to blow
up de steel, knock all de steel in de woild up to de moon. Dat'll
fix tings! [Eagerly, with a touch of bravado.] I'll do it by me
lonesome! I'll show yuh! Tell me where his woiks is, how to git
there, all de dope. Gimme de stuff, de old butter--and watch me do
de rest! Watch de smoke and see it move! I don't give a damn if
dey nab me--long as it's done! I'll soive life for it--and give
'em de laugh! [Half to himself.
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