"But no matter what I think or what I say, I must do what the Union bids me, sir." "I know that, my poor fellow," said Cheetham.

"I quarrel with none of you.

I fight you all.

The other masters, in this town, are mice, but I'm a man." This sentiment he repeated very often during the next six days.
The seventh came and the grinders never entered the works.
Cheetham looked grave.

However, he said to Bayne, "Go and find out where they are.