human
Police down in Foley--Clubbing the Letts.--No bloodshed.--They are running back to their gardens.
gpt
Tell the French to take their places, said Grant--
human
There are four French sevens--tell him to get them out right away--but not to fight the cops. Militia there?
gpt
No, answered Fenn,
human
Mr. Adams, said Violet, reading,
gpt
Get the boys on the phone, Violet, and tell them I said leave the Park, then, and go to the shaft houses in Magnus--but to march in silence--understand?
human
What's that--what's that-- he cried. Then he mumbled on,
gpt
He says the cops have ax-handles and that down by the smelters they are whacking our people right and left--Three in an ambulance?--The Slavs won't take it? Cop badly hurt?
human
I'm going down there--I can stop it.
gpt
Violet-- he called to the woman who was busy at the telephone--