"What's the use holdin' on?" demanded Connelly. "We're bound to be licked in the end. Every day we hold out the men lose a day's pay."
Foley glanced sadly about. "Is that what youse all think?"
There were four affirmative answers.
"Well, I ain't goin' to stand out——"
He broke off, and his face fell forward into his palm, and he was silent for a long space. The four watched him in wordless sympathy.
"Boys," he said, huskily, into his hand, "this's the first time Buck Foley's ever been licked."
Chapter XXVI
PETERSEN'S SIN
