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At the door of the hall appeared Captain Jack Maitland who, after coolly surveying the room, sauntered down the aisle and took a seat at his side. He nodded to McNish. "Quite a crowd, McNish," he said. "I hear the American Johnnie is quite a spouter so I came along to hear." McNish looked at him and silently nodded. He could not understand his presence at that kind of a meeting.
Would ye want yon radical bodies to take chairge o' ony business in which ye had a baubee? Ye're talkin' havers." "Now, let us look at the last," said Mr. Matheson. "It is practically a demand for the closed shop. Now, McNish, I ask you, man to man, what is the use of putting that in there? It is not even a negotiating point." At that McNish fired up. "It is no negotiating point," he declared.
"Where do you work, McNish?" he enquired of the Scot. "A'm workin' the noo in the sawmill. A'm a joiner to trade." "Then Perrotte is not your foreman?" "That is true," said McNish quietly. "Then personally you have no grievance against him?" Mr. Maitland had the air of a man who has scored a bull at the first shot. "Ay, A have an' the men tae the men I represent have "
Only," she added, clasping her hands, "let me know when you can." When the ambulance arrived at the Maitland home, Adrien was at the door. All was in readiness hot water, bandages, and everything needful to the doctor's hand. McNish carried Annette up to the room prepared for her, laid her down and stood in dumb grief looking down upon her. Adrien touched him on the arm. "Come," she said.
"But meantime a foreman is a man who gives orders and directs work, and, generally speaking, he must remain with a directorate in any business. There may be exceptions. You must acknowledge that, McNish." "I'll acknowledge nothing of the sort," replied McNish, and entered into a long argument which convinced no one. "Now we come to the next, number five: 'a voice in the management, it means.
"Yes," continued Jack, "manager-timber is rare and slow-growing stuff, Tony." Again Tony swore but kept silence, and so remained till they had reached his home. Together they walked into the living room. There they found Annette, and with her McNish.
There he found the gateway, which stood a little above the street level, blocked by a number of his own men, some of whom he recognised as members of his hockey team, and among them, McNish. Out in the street among the crowd stood Simmons, standing on a barrel, lashing himself into a frenzy and demanding blood, fire, revolution, and what not. "McNish, you here?" said Maitland sharply.
McNish climbed up upon the fence and, held in place there by two specials, lifted his hand for silence. But Simmons, who all too obviously had fallen under the spell of the bootleggers, knew too well the peril of his cause. Shrill and savage rose his voice: "Don't listen to 'im. 'E's a traitor, a blank and double-blank traitor. Don't listen to 'im."
Jack resolved that that combination should be prevented. He would see McNish at once, after the meeting of his local, which he remembered was set for that very night. This matter being settled, he determined to proceed immediately to the office for an interview with Wickes. He must get to know as speedily as possible something of the shop organization and of its effect upon production.
Will you come down now?" "Now? I can't come now, McNish. I have to be on the ice in three hours and I must get a little rest. What's up, anyway? Tell them I'll see them to-morrow." "No! they want you now!" said McNish firmly. "I would advise that you come." "What do you mean, McNish? Well, get in here and I'll go to see them." McNish got into the car. "Now, what's all the mystery?"
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