“I know.  Torrini has a great deal of that kind of ability; perhaps a trifle too much for his own good or anybody else’s.  There was never any trouble to speak of among the trades in Stillwater till he and two or three others came here with foreign grievances.  These men get three times the pay they ever received in their own land, and are treated like human beings for the first time in their lives.  But what do they do?  They squander a quarter of their week’s wages at the tavern,—­no rich man could afford to put a fourth of his income into drink,—­and make windy speeches at the Union.  I don’t say all of them, but too many of them.  The other night, I understand, Torrini compared Mr. Slocum to Nero,—­Mr. Slocum, the fairest and gentlest man that ever breathed!  What rubbish!”

“It wasn’t just that way, sir.  His words was, and I ’eard him,—­’from Nero down to Slocum.’”

“It amounts to the same thing, and is enough to make one laugh, if he didn’t make one want to swear.  I hear that that was a very lively meeting the other night.  What was that nonsense about ’the privileged class’?”

“Well, there is a privileged class in the States.”

“So there is, but it’s a large class, Denyven.  Every soul of us has the privilege of bettering out condition if we have the brain and the industry to do it.  Energy and intelligence come to the front, and have the right to be there.  A skillful workman gets double the pay of a bungler, and deserves it.  Of course there will always be rich and poor, and sick and sound, and I don’t see how that can be changed.  But no door is shut against ability, black or white.  Before the year 2400 we shall have a chrome-yellow president and a black-and-tan secretary of the treasury.  But, seriously, Denyven, whoever talks about privileged classes here does it to make mischief.  There are certain small politicians who reap their harvest in times of public confusion, just as pickpockets do.  Nobody can play the tyrant or the bully in this country,—­not even a workingman.  Here’s the Association dead against an employer who, two years ago, ran his yard full-handed for a twelvemonth at a loss, rather than shut down, as every other mill and factory in Stillwater did.  For years and years the Association has prevented this employer from training more than two apprentices annually.  The result is, eighty hands find work, instead of a hundred and eighty.  Now, that can’t last.”

“It keeps wages fixed in Stillwater, sir.”

“It keeps out a hundred workmen.  It sends away capital.”

“Torrini says, sir”—­

“Steer clear of Torrini and what he says.  He’s a dangerous fellow—­for his friends.  It is handsome in you, Denyven, to speak up for him—­with that eye of yours.”

“Oh, I don’t love the man, when it comes to that; but there’s no denying he’s right smart,” replied Denyven, who occasionally marred his vernacular with Americanisms.  “The Association couldn’t do without him.”