It was composed of ex-motormen and conductors in part, with a sprinkling of friends and sympathizers.
"Come off the car, pardner," said one of the men in a voice meant to be conciliatory.

"You don't want to take the bread out of another man's mouth, do you ?" Hurstwood held to his brake and lever, pale and very uncertain what to do.
"Stand back," yelled one of the officers, leaning over the platform railing.

"Clear out of this, now.

Give the man a chance to do his work." "Listen, pardner," said the leader, ignoring the policeman and addressing Hurstwood.

"We're all working men, like yourself.