PULLEN (sourly). Tha's no need to trouble. Theer'll be no strike.
LIVESEY. That remains to be seen. We'll give 'em every chance. No use startin' a strike wi'out weighin' things oop proper first. What'll tha say Bob?
JONES (takes notes from his pocket). This 'ere's what Mr. Bunting give me to say. A'm straight fur striking. Tha knows that.
ALCOTT. Aye.
PULLEN. Well, A say it's noan reeght, Joe Livesey. Tha's goin' to shoot th' mon first an' tell 'im why arterwards. Give 'im a chance. It's th' least us can do. 'E's a real good sort, is ould Thompson.
(Enter r. Clavering and Charlie. They put coats and hats on the rack R.)
CHARLIE. Good evening. Meeting not begun yet, I see.
JONES. We were nobbut waitin' on you, sir. (He looks at Clavering.)
CHARLIE. All right. I met the doctor on the doorstep and brought him along to say a few words.
LIVESEY (to Clavering). Glad to see you with us, sir.