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Show 1/8 ie corner. to talk there. Let's go to Mike Quinn's saloon around th, I have enough money that I can buy a beer for each of us so we can eat the free lunch." Andy wouldn't explain any more until the two of them stood at the bar in the saloon. Because most of the patrons had gone home for supper, Karl had room to set his bundle on the bar's polished counter. The bored bartender didn't seem to mind that Karl and Andy helped themselves to hard-boiled eggs, pickles, and pretzels. "Tell me why you're going to Gary," Karl demanded after they'd been served their beers. "To organize a union." "A union! Andy, you don't know anything about organizing a union," Karl said, twisting around to face him. "That's why I'm going to Gary. To learn. I've already learned a lot about unions, talking to those steelworkers for the past week. Those guys are out of work because they got kicked out of the steel plants around here for union activity. Literally kicked out. On their cans." "So why do they want to drag you into that kind of trouble?" Andy fussed about removing his cap, pushing back his hair to try to conceal the pride in his face. "They think I'm smart. They want me to join them in union work because I've got a good head for details, they said." "Oh yeah?" Karl challenged. "Do you know what the cops do to union agitators? You could get your good head for details busted in with a club." |