"The eight-hour day?" I queried.
"Yes, we give them the eight-hour day. Overtime for everything over eight hours."
"Could I stop work to-day after eight hours' work on the furnace?" I asked. "Could anyone before six o'clock, and hold his job?"
"Oh, no," he returned.
"I should call that a twelve-hour day," I said.
The "safety man" came in, and interrupted. He was a stocky young man with the intelligent face of an engineer.
"That man might do something for the steel-worker," I thought.
The men on the furnaces were talking about the strike that day. One young American said: "Well, strike starts Monday. Damned if I won't go if the rest do."
There were no leaders about, and it was unlikely, perhaps, that any would appear. There seemed to be a current opinion that any organizers "get taken off the train before they get to Bouton."