“Yes, who was it?” said Uncle Dick.
“We are all divided in our opinions,” said Uncle Jack.
“One of our own men,” I said; “and Pannell the smith knows who it was.”
“And will he tell?”
“No. I think the men are like schoolboys in that. No one would speak for fear of being thought a sneak.”
“Yes,” said Uncle Dick, “and not only that; in these trades-unions the men are all bound together, as it were, and the one who betrayed the others’ secrets would be in peril of his life.”
“How are we to find out who is the scoundrel?” I said.
Uncle Dick shook his head, and did what he always found to be the most satisfactory thing in these cases, set to work as hard as he could, and Uncles Jack and Bob followed his example.