"In that case," said Bennington mildly, "there's the door. I do not see how this matter concerns you."
"Well, it does concern me, as you'll find soon," cried Morrissy, choking with sudden rage.
"I'll give you one minute to make the foot of the stairs. If you're not there at the end of that time, I'll take you by the collar and help you." Bennington drew out his watch.
"He's the head of our union, Mr. Bennington," interposed one of the men, shifting his feet uneasily.
"Oh! Then he's the man who is really making all this trouble?" Bennington nodded as if he had just arrived at a solution.
"I'm here to see that my men have their rights." Morrissy failed to understand this mild young man. "And it'll take a bigger man than you to throw me out of here. This Britisher either joins the union or he goes."
"If he joins the union he'll be permitted to continue the perfecting of his invention?"
"His invention is not necessary at present. The output as it is meets the demand."
"Look here, Mr. Morrissy, I'll make you a proposition."
"What?"