"You don't intend to remain with the mining company."
Pelham gulped. This was what it must mean.
"I can get Bob Tennant to appoint you a State Mining Inspector. You can live on the salary."
"There is no work I would rather do.... Of course, I can not change my ideas."
"We'll regard it as settled. I'll wire him this morning."
Two days later, Pelham received the notification of the appointment, just before Spence, the labor lawyer, had him on the phone. The young mine-operator at once shared his information.
"That's splendid, Judson! I've got news too—the referendum was eight to one for strike—and the national's wired that John Dawson's on the way! Big John Dawson—now for some fireworks!"
This was progress, with a vengeance! Pelham was free at last of the company; the revolution—at least in Adamsville—was heartily on its way. With Jane's spirit backing him, and always beside him, he felt that this hectic week had justified itself. Now for the triumphant clash!