It was obvious that Bell meant to use pressure.
"I don't like to be threatened," he replied.
"It's not a threat," said Bell, with a cunning smile.

"If I'm to lose my money at coal yards, I must earn some at mill, but unless I get t' repairs and new machines, mill willunt pay to run." He paused and studying Osborn's face resumed: "There'll be nea peace for either o' us while the Askews gan aboot makin' trouble." "I suppose that is so, to some extent," Osborn agreed.
"Then is it fair to leave me to fratch wi' them?
After aw, they're mair your enemies than mine." "I don't understand you; I have no coal to sell." Bell looked up with a sour grin.

"There's worse ways o' hurting a proud man than touching his pocket.

If you dinna ken what's going on, it's time you watched young Kit.

I'll say nea mair, but aw t 'oad wives are cracking and you can ask Mr.Hayes.He kens!" Osborn's face got red, but he gave Bell a haughty look.
"Anything that touches me personally is my private concern--and we are talking about the lease of the mill.