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McQuade knocked the ashes from his cigar, contemplated the coal, and returned it to the corner of his mouth. Ah! The three men heard steps in the hall. The door to the outer office opened and banged. But the man who squeezed past Bennington was not Bolles. "Morrissy?" cried Warrington. "Fine! Have a chair, Mr. Morrissy, have a chair." Warrington was delighted.
"I'll add this much, if it will ease your minds: nobody's going to step into your jobs; when you went out you left your jobs behind." "So you fellows are what they call strike-breakers, are you?" asked Morrissy wrathfully. "Oh, we aren't going to break your strike, my friend. You can call this a strike as long as you please, so far as we're concerned.
On to-morrow night I bid farewell to the neighborhood; but you cannot wait so long, because on this very night you are to be arrested. It is very well that you sent Grace Davoren, at my suggestion, from the Haunted House to what is supposed to be the haunted cottage, in the mountains, where Nannie Morrissy soon joined her.
"Bite, both of you now, if you dare." "I'll trouble you for that carbon," said McQuade. "Hardly. But you have my word of honor that it shall not be used against you unless you force me. It will repose in my deposit box at the bank. But as for you, Morrissy, this climate doesn't suit your abilities. The field is too small. Take my advice and clear out. That is all, gentlemen. Come, John."
Take the tile elevator at the back. Tell the man Morrissy sent ye." The work in the foundation was going on but not on the steel structure. No one heeded Jim. He reached the 18th floor, where there was a narrow temporary flooring. Jim sat down on a coil of rope. The boy was badly shaken. No one, unless for the first time tonight, Mr.
"We have come to learn what you intend to do about this Britisher," began Morrissy. "I don't recollect your face," replied Bennington thoughtfully. "How long have you been in the shops?" "I'm not in your shops," returned Morrissy blusteringly. "In that case," said Bennington mildly, "there's the door. I do not see how this matter concerns you."
You don't know this man Bennington. I believe I do. He'll make good his threat. Wait and see." "How much were you paid to attend this meeting?" demanded Morrissy, sneering. "A good deal less than you were, Mr. Morrissy." There was a dangerous flush on Ben's cheeks, but the smoke was so dense that Morrissy failed to observe it. The men laughed again, accepting Ben's retort as a piece of banter.
I shall see to it that the law will be found to fit your case." Morrissy shifted over to the balustrade, looking over his shoulder at the speaker. "Look here, you can't talk to me that way, Bennington." "Can't I? I'll proceed. In the first place, you're a damn scoundrel. You've brought about this trouble simply to show that you have power to injure me. Well, you can't injure me, Mr.
"Anybody can get a permit to tear down his property," said Morrissy scornfully. "It's a big bluff, men. What! tear down the golden goose? Not in a thousand years! It's a plain bluff. And I'm sorry to see a decent man like our newspaper friend on the enemy's side." "If I am on the enemy's side, Mr. Morrissy, it's because I'm a friend of every man here, save one," significantly.
Morrissy now regretted that he had given Bennington any grace at all, for it was not to be doubted that there was only a small majority of the men who had voted for a strike. And these were the young men; youth is always so hot-headed and cock-sure of itself. The older men, the men who had drawn their pay in the shops for twenty years or more, they were not so confident.
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