Did you get that, Cameron? Gunmen!"
"Any of you men here dissatisfied with this form of government?"
inquired Willy, rather truculently.
"Not so you could notice it," said Mr. Clarey. "And once the
Republican party gets in--"
"Then there will never be a revolution."
"Why?"
"That's why," said Willy Cameron. "Of course you are worthless now.
You aren't organized. You don't know how many you are or how strong
you are. You can't talk. You sit back and listen until you believe
that this country is only capital and labor. You get squeezed in
between them. You see labor getting more money than you, and howling
for still more. You see both capital and labor raising prices until
you can't live on what you get. There are a hundred times as many
of you as represent capital and labor combined, and all you do is
loaf here and growl about things being wrong. Why don't you do
something? You ought to be running this country, but you aren't.
You're lazy. You don't even vote. You leave running the country
to men like Mr. Hendricks here."
Mr. Hendricks was cheerfully unirritated.
"All right, son," he said, "I do my bit and like it. Go on.
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