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He knowed it wasn't safe.... He had to work on it or lose his job...." "I know that NOW, Mrs. Hammil.... What was he earning?" "Two-seventy-five a day.... And now.... How'll we live, with him in the hospital and maybe never able to work again?" "Here..." protested Hammil, weakly, glaring at Bonbright. "We'll come out all right. He'll pay.... You'll pay, that's what you will.
Moody to be nothing but a waiting for the end. But she waited for the end as though the sick girl were flesh of her flesh, protesting to heaven against the imposition, ceaselessly. If Bonbright's handling of the Hammil casualty created a good impression among the men, his stand against the unions more than counterbalanced it. He was able to get no nearer to the men.
The young man was calloused. His job was to settle claims and save money. His value increased as his settlements were small. "Where's Hammil?" "At the General Hospital." Bonbright got up and went to the closet for his hat. "Come on," he said. "You're not going up there, are you?" "Yes." "But but I can handle it all right, Mr. Foote. There's no need to bother you."
"You won't recognize any union? I want to know how I stand with them at the beginning." "I'll recognize no union," said Bonbright. The card of a young man from Richmond's office was brought in. Bonbright sent word for him to be admitted. "I came about that Hammil accident case," said the young man.
"It's between Jim and me.... I'll make it as nearly right as it can be made.... First we'll have you out of this ward into a room.... As long as you are laid up your wife shall have your full pay every week, and then you and I will have a talk to see what can be done. Only don't worry.... Don't worry, Mrs. Hammil...." Hammil uttered a sound that was intended for a laugh.
"Better go, sir," said a nurse. "He's hurting himself." Bonbright gazed at her blankly. "How can I go?" he asked. "He won't believe me. He's got to believe me...." "You lie!... you lie!..." Hammil cried. "I won't talk to you.... My lawyer'll do my talkin'." Bonbright paused a moment. Then he saw it would do no good to remain.
"Hammil was hurt yesterday, pretty badly, and the report makes it look as if we'd be stuck if the thing goes to a jury." "I know nothing about it," said Bonbright, with a little shock. It was possible, then, for a man to be maimed or killed in his own plant and news of it to reach him after days or perhaps never. He made a note to rectify THAT state of affairs.
"You mean that this man Hammil was hurt through our fault?" "I'm afraid a jury would say so." The young man explained the accident in detail. "He complained about the condition of his machine, and his foreman told him he could stick to his job there or quit." "Forced him to work on an unsafe machine or quit?" "Yes." Bonbright stared at his blotter a moment. "What did you want to see me about?"
The day was an unfortunate one as it was blowing hard, with the result that the football was not of a very high order. The Battalion team did not succeed in beating the Anson Battalion, but it was a hard game and there is no doubt the better team won. Those who played in the final match were, Pte. E. Hammil, "A" Company; Pte. J.B. Smith, "B" Company; Pte. A. Jardine, "D" Company; Sergt.
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