Some of the men laughed, but Gibbons looked serious, and they saw that there was more in the incident than appeared on the surface.
“Who is it she wants to see?” cried Gibbons, as the man appeared who had led the girl down the passage.
“She arsked for Marsten. She’s in with him now.”
“Look here, mates,” cried Gibbons. “What have I been telling you? We’re sold, or I’m a Dutchman! That girl is Sartwell’s daughter, and I’ll warrant she has come direct from him. I say, cabby, did you drive that young lady here from the works?”
“What’s that to you? You’re not paying my fare,” answered the cabman, with characteristic disregard of the threatening crowd.
“He came from the works; I saw him,” said one of the men.
“Let’s get inside, and call this meeting to order,” cried Gibbons, decisively.