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CHAPTER XIII.
The days drifted by, and they grew ever more dreary. For Barrow's
efforts to find work for Tracy were unavailing. Always the first
question asked was, "What Union do you belong to?"
Tracy was obliged to reply that he didn't belong to any trade-union.
"Very well, then, it's impossible to employ you. My men wouldn't stay
with me if I should employ a 'scab,' or 'rat,'" or whatever the phrase
was.
Finally, Tracy had a happy thought. He said, "Why the thing for me to
do, of course, is to join a trade-union."
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Yes," Barrow said, "that is the thing for you to do--if you can."
If I can? Is it difficult?"
Well, Yes," Barrow said, "it's sometimes difficult--in fact, very
difficult. But you can try, and of course it will be best to try."
Therefore Tracy tried; but he did not succeed. He was refused admission
with a good deal of promptness, and was advised to go back home, where he
belonged, not come here taking honest men's bread out of their mouths.
Tracy began to realize that the situation was desperate, and the thought
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