"You'll have to leave the city, Jacob."
"I can't. I'm right in my course of engineering. I can't go."
"Well, we'll see!" Joe's voice softened. "Now you go home and rest.
There's a good fellow. And everything will be all right!"
And he saw Izon out.
Joe began again to feel the tragic undercurrents of life, the first time since the dark days following the fire. He came back, and stood brooding, his homely face darkened with sorrow. Sally stood watching him, her pale face flushing, her eyes darting sympathy and daring.
"Mr. Joe."
"Yes, Miss Sally."
"I want to do something."
"What?"
"I want to go up to Marrin's to-morrow and get the girls out on strike."