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The camp-marshal of North Valley had been "agitated" to such an extent that he could not stay in his chair. All the harassments of his troubled career had come pouring into his mind. He had begun pacing the floor, and was talking away, regardless of whether Hal listened or not.
"A campful of lousy wops! They can't understand any civilised language, they've only one idea in the world -- to shirk every lick of work they can, to fill up their cars with slate and rock and blame it on some other fellow, and go off to fill themselves with booze. They won't work fair, they won't fight fair -- they fight with a knife in the back! And you agitators with your sympathy for them -- why the hell do they come to this country, unless they like it better than their own?"