Haworth turned abruptly to Floxham.
"Where do you stand?" he asked roughly.
The old fellow laid his grimy hand upon his engine.
"I stand here, my lad," he answered. "That's wheer-an' I'll stick to it, unions or no unions."
"I STAND HERE, MY LAD," HE ANSWERED.
"That's the worst side of the trouble," said Murdoch. "Those who would hold themselves aloof from the rest will be afraid of the trades unions. If worst comes to worst, their very lives will be in danger. They know that, and so do we."
"Aye, lad," said Floxham, "an' tha'rt reet theer."
Haworth ground his teeth and swore under his breath. Then he spoke to Murdoch.