“Hasn’t he always been fair with you?”
“Yes!”
“Aye!”
“So he has!”
“He has that!”
Grudgingly the workmen admitted it, even the most rabid of them.
Drawn by an irresistible impulse Peter elbowed his way into the midst of the workmen.
“I am sure Mr. Coddington will listen to you,” he ejaculated earnestly. “Choose your men and let them go to him. Give him a chance to see your side of it. He will be reasonable—I know he will.”
“It’s the Little Giant,” said one man to another.
“Put it to vote,” urged Peter. “Come! How many are for going to Mr. Coddington? You fellows do not want a strike. Think what it would mean!”