As far as I can find out, the trouble wasn't started by our own men--but by strangers--men from New York and Boston--professional agitators, they look like to me--plenty of money and plenty of talk and clever workmen, too.

I don't know just how far they've gone, but--" The office boy appeared in the doorway and he, too, looked worried.
"There's a committee to see you, Miss Spencer," he said, "a bunch from the lathe shops." "Have they seen Mr.Woodward ?" "No'm.

He referred them to you." "All right, Joe.

Send them in, please." The committee filed in and Archey noted that they were still wearing their street clothes.

"Looks bad," he told himself.
There were three men, two of them strangers to Mary, but the third she recognized as one of the teachers in her old "school"-- a thoughtful looking man well past middle age, with a long grey moustache and reflective eyes.