"I wish everybody in town could see that." "Just what I thought," said the judge.

"What do you say if we have it printed in big type, and pasted on the bill-boards ?" They had it done.
The day after the bills were posted, Archey went around to see how they were being received.
"It was a good idea," he told Mary the next morning, but she noticed that he looked troubled and absent-minded, as though his thoughts weren't in his words.
"What's the matter, Archey ?" she quietly asked.
"Oh, I don't know," he said, and with the least possible touch of irritation he added, "Sometimes I think it's because I don't like him.
Everything that counts against him sticks--and I may have been mistaken anyway--" "It's something about Burdon," thought Mary, and in the same quiet voice as before she said, "What is it, Archey ?" "Well," he said, hesitating, "I went out after dinner last night--to see if they were reading the bill-boards.

I thought I'd walk down Jay Street--that's where the strikers have their headquarters.

I was walking along when all at once I thought I saw Burdon's old car turning a corner ahead of me.
"It stopped in front of Repetti's pool-room.

Two men came out and got in.
"A little while later I was speaking to one of our men and he said some rough actors were drifting in town and he didn't like the way they were talking.