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Both rose upon their entrance, McNish showing some slight confusion, and assuming the attitude of a bulldog on guard, Annette vividly eager, expectant, anxious. "Well," she cried, her hands going fluttering to her bosom. "I have got a job, Annette," said Tony, with a short laugh. "Here is my boss." For a moment the others stood looking at Jack, surprised into motionless silence.
"Better wait," said McNish, grimly. "Well, it is a dog's trick," said Maitland wrathfully, "to get on to a chap before a big match like this." In the Union Committee rooms a group of men were awaiting them, among them Mr. Wigglesworth and the little cockney who had made himself so obnoxious at the public meeting.
"Aw, cut out the tragedy stuff," said Vic, "and don't be an ass. Good-night." Vic turned on his heel and left McNish standing in a dull and dazed condition, and made his way toward the ballroom. "Who is the Johnny, anyway?" he said to himself. "He is mad looney utterly bughouse. Needs a keeper in the worst way. But what about the Captain must think up something. Let's see. Taken suddenly ill?
That shrewd old lady knew her son well enough to suspect that some untoward circumstance had befallen him, but she knew also that she could do no more than bide her time. With the workers of the Maitland Mills circumstances favoured the plans of McNish and the Executive of the allied unions. The new manager was beginning to make his hand felt upon the wheel.
Every day and in the darkest days all day long, it seemed to Adrien, McNish haunted the Maitland home for he had abandoned all pretence of work his gaunt, grey face and hollow eyes imploring a word of hope.
What has come ower ye that ye canna talk like a reasonable man? Noo, Mr. Matheson, ye've had enough of the labour matters. A'll mak ye a cup of tea." "Thank you, Mrs. McNish," said the minister gravely, "but I cannot linger. I have still work to do to-night." He rose from his chair and found his coat.
"A'll tak it tae," said McNish, wheeling on his heel, "an' ye can hae your Captain for me." With never a look at him Annette took her way home. "Good-bye, Steve," she said, stooping and kissing the boy. "This is your corner." "Annette," he said, with a quick, shy look up into her face, "I like Captain Jack, don't you?" "No," she said hurriedly. "I mean yes, of course."
But Sam was equal to his task, and as the last car passed through the gateway he slammed and bolted the door in their faces. Disposing of the strike-breakers in the office, Maitland and his guard of specials passed outside to the main gate and took their places beside McNish and his guard.
At this point McNish, from whose face all anxiety had disappeared, rose and said: "For my part, and speaking for the working men of this town, I am ready to accept the proposal that has been made. We have no fear for the justice of our demands like some men here present. We know we have the right on our side and we are willing to accept the judgment of such a committee as has been proposed."
I shall not delay unnecessarily, but I shall accept dictation from no man as to my methods." McNish stood silently searching his face with steady eyes. "You are a new man here, and I find you are a good workman," continued Mr. Maitland. "I don't know you nor your aims and purposes in this Grievance Committee business of yours.
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