But as time went on the threats received about what would be done if such and such processes were not given up grew so serious that when Mr Tomplin was told he said that we ought to put ourselves under the care of the police.
“No,” said Uncle Dick firmly; “we began on the principle of being just to our workmen, and of showing them that we studied their interests as well as our own, that we are their friends as well as masters, and that we want them to be our friends.”
“But they will not be,” said Mr Tomplin, shaking his head.
“But they are,” said Uncle Dick. “What took place when I stuck that last threat on the door?”
“The men hooted and yelled and spat upon it.”
“But was that an honest demonstration?”
“I believe it was.”
“Well,” said Mr Tomplin, “we shall see. You gentlemen quite upset my calculations, but I must congratulate you upon the manner in which you have made your way with the men.”
“I wish we could get hold of the scoundrels who send these letters.”
“Yes,” said Mr Tomplin; “the wire-pullers who make use of the men for their own ends, and will not let the poor fellows be frank and honest when they would. They’re a fine race of fellows if they are led right, but too often they are led wrong.”