“Boys,”—it was Dimond speaking,—“boys, Jack Flagg is right. If it costs Carhart two per for the iron squad, it’s got to cost him the same for us!”
Carhart was turning the delay to some account by shutting himself up with his maps and plans and reports and figures. At ten o’clock on the following morning he heard a step without the tent, and, looking up, saw Young Vandervelt before him.
“There’s trouble up ahead, Mr. Carhart.”
“What is it?”
“The laborers have quit. They demand an increase of ten per cent in their pay.”
“All right, let them have it.”
“I’ll tell my brother. He said no, we shouldn’t give in an inch.”
“You tell him I say to let them have what they ask.”