"What would you have been if you hadn't come to America?
You'd be shoveling dirt over there at half a dollar a day, or else you'd be dead.

You think this is Russia?
You call this Germany ?" Pretending to rest her weight on her arm back of her, she felt the touch of leather, felt the stock of the pistol in the holster.
Her tormentor went on.

"We don't need no army--we free men can fight the way we are.

We'll spoil ten million feet of timber in here before we're through." "I despise you--I hate you!" she cried suddenly, almost forgetful of herself.

"Why do you come to this country, if you don't like it?
If you hate America, why don't you go back to your own country and live there?
You ought to be hung--I hope to God you will be!" He only laughed.