“It's nae that,” said McNish shortly. “It is anything but that. But I grant ye this was no time to bring it on. That was beyond me. A doot yon puir cratur had a purpose in it, however. He disna—does not think much of these games of yours. But that's anither—another”—McNish was careful of his speech—“matter.”
“But what in—”
“I am just telling you. There is a strong, a very strong movement under way among the unions at present.”
“A movement? Strike, do you mean?”
“It may be, or worse.” McNish's tone was very grave. “And as a good union man they expect your assistance.”
“Wages again?”
“Ay, and condeetions and the like.”
“But it is not six months since the last agreement was signed and that agreement is running still.”
“Ay, it is, but condeetions, conditions have changed since that date,” said McNish, “and there must be readjustment—at least, there is a feeling that way.”
“Readjustment? But I have had no hint of this in our meetings. This has not come up for discussion.”