“I suppose you mean you’ll call a strike?”
“Much as we regret to do so,” said the delegate with unction, “that is what we shall have to do.”
“I have a picture of your regret,” said Mr. Schofield, grimly. “I’m going to have it framed. When will the strike begin?”
“At noon to-morrow,” answered the delegate.
“You’ve figured this thing out? You know what it will mean to the men?”
“What will it mean?”
“It will mean that they’ll have to begin at the bottom again, so far as this road is concerned. They’ll never get their old places back.”
“Is that a threat?” asked the delegate, flushing.
“No; it’s a statement of fact.”
“Well, I guess we can take the consequences. Of course, you’ve figured it out from your side?”