Giles. [Uneasily.] Mr. Slocum ain't goin' to give up business, is he?
Richard. Why shouldn't he, if it doesn't pay? The business is carried on for his amusement and profit; when the profit stops it won't be amusing any longer. Mr. Slocum is not going to run the yard for the sake of the Marble Workers' Association. He would rather drive a junk-cart. He might be allowed to steer that himself.
Giles. Oh!
Richard. Good-morning, Giles.
Gikles. 'Mornin', Mr. Shackford.
Richard rushed back to Mr. Slocum.
"The strike is broken, sir!"
"What do you mean?"
"The thing has collapsed! The tide is turning, and has washed in a lot of dead wood!"
"Thank God!" cried Mr. Slocum.