The man Cox spoke with, who seems to be a well disposed fellow, predicts all kinds of trouble, and perhaps rioting, before this thing is ended." They listened to this report in amazement.
"I conjecture," said the major, "that the rascally manager has given his men too much leeway.

He's encouraged them in mischief until they've taken the bit between their teeth and turned against even their master.
I have no personal acquaintance with the villain, but I imagine it serves him right." "But, dear me!" cried Patsy, wringing her hands; "what'll become of the paper?
It's nearly ten o'clock now." Thursday turned to Joe Wegg.
"Can't we connect our supply wire with your new plant, so as to use your power ?" he asked.
"Easily.

An hour's work will serve to make the connection.

But unless we watch the wire every minute those fellows will cut it again.

The town's full of the rascals, and they're not exactly sober, either." "Watch the wire; that's the idea," said Uncle John.