Its owner had bolted, muttering something about calling the Guards, and now the man spoke from it.

'Comrades and fellow workers, how long are we to endure the tyranny of our masters, who live in idleness and luxury on the fruit of our toil?
They only give us a bare subsistence wage, and they live on the fat of the land.

We labour all our lives to keep them in wanton luxury.

Let us make an end of it!' A roar of applause answered him.
'How are you going to do it ?' cried a voice.
'You look out,' cried another, 'or you'll get yourself into trouble.' 'I've heard almost every single word of that,' whispered Robert, 'in Hyde Park last Sunday!' 'Let us strike for more bread and onions and beer, and a longer mid-day rest,' the speaker went on.

'You are tired, you are hungry, you are thirsty.