“Can’t we make them see that we are working for them instead of against them?” said Uncle Dick.
“No,” said Uncle Bob. “No one can teach prejudiced workmen. The light comes to them some day, but it takes a long time to get through their dense brains. I think Cob must go.”
“Oh! Uncle Bob,” I exclaimed.
“I can’t help it,” my lad. “There seems to be no help for it. I shall regret it horribly, for your uncles are very poor company.”
“Thankye,” said Uncle Dick.
“Nice remark from the most stupid of three brothers,” grumbled Uncle Jack.
“But you ought not to be exposed to these risks,” continued Uncle Bob, “and now that by your own showing there is something worse on the way.”
“Oh, it can’t be worse than it has been; and besides, the men said I was always the first to find anything out. You see I have this time—again.”
“Yes, with a vengeance,” said Uncle Jack.
“And I’m sure you can’t spare me.”