“Well, sir, I say to you what you said to me the other day, Stick to me, and I'll stick to you.”
“I'll stick to you.”
Bayne held up his hands piteously to them both.
“What sir?” faltered he, turning to Cheetham, “after all your experience!” then to Henry, “What, fight the Trades, after the lesson they have given you?”
“I'll fight them all the more for that,” said Henry, grinding his teeth; “fight them till all is blue.”
“So will I. That for the Trades!”
“Heaven help you both!” groaned Bayne, and looked the picture of despair.
“You promised me shutters, with a detonator, sir.”
“Ay, but you objected.”
“That was before they blew me up.”