Workman. Why Do You Come Crawling Up To Us? What Do Ye Want? You're None Of Us.... Get Along! Man With White Hands. I Am One Of You, Comrades! The Workman. One Of Us, Indeed! That's A Notion! Look At My Hands. D'Ye See How Dirty They Are? And They Smell Of Muck, And Of Pitch - But Yours, See, Are White. And What Do They Smell Of? The Man With White Hands (Offering His Hands). Smell Them. The Workman (Sniffing His Hands). That's A Queer Start. Seems Like A Smell Of Iron. The Man With White Hands. Yes; Iron It Is. For Six Long Years I Wore Chains On Them. The Workman. And What Was That For, Pray? The Man With White Hands. Why, Because I Worked For Your Good; Tried To Set Free The Oppressed And The Ignorant; Stirred Folks Up Against Your Oppressors; Resisted The Authorities.... So They Locked Me Up. The Workman. Locked You Up, Did They? Serve You Right For Resisting! Two Years Later. The Same Workman To Another. I Say, Pete.... Do You Remember, The Year Before Last, A Chap With White Hands Talking To You? The Other Workman. Yes;... What Of It? The First Workman. They're Going To Hang Him To-Day, I Heard Say; That's The Order. The Second Workman. Did He Keep On Resisting The Authorities? The First Workman. He Kept On. The Second Workman. Ah!... Now, I Say, Mate, Couldn't We Get Hold Of A Bit Of The Rope They're Going To Hang Him With? They Do Say, It Brings Good Luck To A House! The First Workman. You're Right There. We'll Have A Try For It, Mate. April 1878.