Fare, Ten Cents." He noticed cold and even gloomy faces.

Labor was having its little war.
When he came near the office in question, he saw a few men standing about, and some policemen.

On the far corners were other men--whom he took to be strikers--watching.

All the houses were small and wooden, the streets poorly paved.

After New York, Brooklyn looked actually poor and hard-up.
He made his way into the heart of the small group, eyed by policemen and the men already there.