And so, one day, when I fell into step beside him, on the way hame frae a meetin', I made to see what he was thinking.
"Dinna look sae glum, Jamie, man," I said.

"The strike won't last for aye.

We've the richt on our side, and when we've that we're bound to win in the end." "Aye, we may win!" he said, bitterly.

"And what then, Harry?
Strikes are for them that can afford them, Harry--they're no for workingman wi' a wife that's sick on his hands and a wean that's dyin' for lack o' the proper food.

Gie'en my wife and my bairn should dee, what good would it be to me to ha' won this strike ?" "But we'll a' be better off if we win----" "Better off ?" he said, angrily.