“You think the Vancouver boys will come along and make trouble for us to-night, Jevons?” he asked presently.
The young manager nodded.
“That’s what I’m figuring on; and it’s quite likely the Westminster crowd will join them. They’ve been making ugly threats. I found this paper stuck up on the door when I made my last round.”
Aynsley read the notice.
This is a white man’s country. All aliens warned to leave. Those who stay and those who keep them will take the consequences.
“I suppose our keeping the Japs on is their only quarrel with us?”
“It’s all they state.”
“Well,” Aynsley said slowly, “if we give way in this, I dare say they’d find something else to make trouble about. When you begin to make concessions you generally have to go on.”
“That’s so,” agreed Jevons. “It looks to me as if the boys were driving their bosses, who can’t pull them up; but those I’ve met are reasonable men, and when the crowd cools off a bit they’ll get control again. They’d give us leave to run the mill if you fired the Japs.”
Aynsley frowned.