done. Steady work for five thousand peons. Wages raised from ten centavos a day to a hundred and ten. I show them peons — ten-centavo men when we took them, and five-peso men when I showed them. And the same old smile and the same old itching palm, and the same old acceptability of a free will offering from us to the sacred cause of the revolution. By God! Old Diaz was a robber, but he was a decent robber. I said to Arranzo: ‘If we shut down, here’s five thousand Mexicans out of a job — what’ll you do with them?’ And Arranzo smiled and answered me pat. ‘Do with them?’ he said. ‘Why, put guns in their hands and march ‘em down to take Mexico City.’“

In imagination Paula could see Dick’s disgusted shrug of shoulders as she heard him say: