"You'll not see him?" she asked in a dry voice. "You'll not see him?"
"Most likely it would not do any good if I did see him. You mark what I say, Maggie," he went on, hopefully. "Foley thinks I'm down, and you do, too, but in a few months things'll be better than they ever were. We may see some hard times—but in the end!"
"You were just that certain last week. But how'll we live?"
"I'll find some sort of a temporary job."
She looked at him tensely; then she rose abruptly and carried her indignant grief into the kitchen. She had decided that he must be borne with. But would he never, never come to his senses!
After he had finished his dinner, which had been ready earlier than usual, Tom hurried to the Barrys', and found the family just leaving the table. He rapidly sketched his new plan.
"You're runnin' again' Foley again in six months is all right, but where's the use our tryin' to get more money?" grumbled Pete. "Suppose we fight hard an' win the strike. What then? We get nothin' out of it. Foley won't let us work."
"Oh, talk like a man, Pete!" requested Mrs. Barry. "You know you don't think that way."
"If we win the strike, with Foley against it, it'll be the end of him," said Tom, in answer to Pete.
"But suppose things turn out with Foley in control o' the strike?" questioned Barry.