The officer was peremptory--officers generally are so in these cases--and Sam was very foolish to resist. But that he was scared out of his senses, he would probably not have resisted. It only made matters worse; and the result was that he had the handcuffs clapped on. Fancy Samuel Shuck, Esquire, in his crimson necktie with the lace ends, and the peg-tops, being thus escorted through Daffodil"s Delight, himself and his hands prisoners, and a tail the length of the street streaming after him! You could not have got into the police-court. Every avenue, every inch of ground was occupied; for the men, both Unionists and non-Unionists, were greatly excited, and came flocking in crowds to hear the proceedings. The five men were placed at the bar--Shuck, Bennet, Cheek, Ryan, and Strood: and Abel White and his bandaged head appeared against them. The man gave his evidence. How he and others--but himself, he thought, more particularly--had been met by a mob the previous night, upon leaving work, a knot of the Society"s men, who had first threatened and then beaten him.
"Can you tell what their motive was for doing this?" asked the magistrate.
"Yes, sir," was the answer of White. "It was because I went back to work. I held out as long as I could, in obedience to the Trades" Union; but I began to think I was in error, and that I ought to return to work; which I did, a week or two ago. Since then, they have never let me alone. They have talked to me, and threatened me, and persuaded me; but I would not listen: and last night they attacked me."
"What were the threats they used last night?"
"It was one man did most of the talking: a tall man in a cap and comforter, sir. The rest of the crowd abused me and called me names; but they did not utter any particular threat. This man said, Would I promise and swear not to do any more work in defiance of the Union; or else I should get every bone in my body smashed. He told me to remember how Baxendale had been served, and was lying with his ribs stove in. I refused; I would not swear; I said I would never belong to the Union again. And then he struck me."
"Where did he strike you?"
"Here," putting his hand up to his forehead. "The first blow staggered me, and took away my sight, and the second blow knocked me down. Half a dozen set upon me then, hitting and kicking me: the first man kicked me also."
"Can you swear to that first man?"
"No, I can"t, sir. I think he was disguised."
"Was it the prisoner, Shuck?"
White shook his head. "It was just his height and figure, sir, but I can"t be sure that it was him. His face was partially covered, and it was nearly dark, besides; there are no lights about, just there. The voice, too, seemed disguised: I said so at the time."
"Can you swear to the others?"
"Yes, to all four of them," said White, stoutly. "They were not disguised at all, and I saw them after the light came, and knew their voices. They helped to beat me after I was on the ground."
"Did they threaten you?"
"No, sir. Only the first one did that."
"And him you cannot swear to? Is there any other witness who can swear to him?"
It did not appear that there was. Shuck addressed the magistrate, his tone one of injured innocence. "It is not to be borne that I should be dragged up here like a felon, your worship. I was not near the place at the time; I am as innocent as your worship is. Is it likely _I_ should lend myself to such a thing? My mission among the men is of a higher nature than that."
"Whether you are innocent or not, I do not know," said his worship; "but I do know that this is a state of things which cannot be tolerated. I will give my utmost protection to these workmen; and those who dare to interfere with them shall be punished to the extent of the law: the ringleaders especially. A person has just as much right to come to me and say, "You shall not sit on that bench; you shall not transact the business of a magistrate," as you have to prevent these industrious men working to earn a living. It is monstrous."
"Here"s the witness we have waited for, please your worship," spoke one of the policemen.
It was Austin Clay who came forward. He bowed to the magistrate, who bowed to him: they occasionally met at the house of Mr. Hunter. Austin was sworn, and gave his evidence up to the point when he turned the light of the lantern upon the tall a.s.sailant of White.
"Did you recognise the man?" asked the Bench.
"I did, sir. It was Samuel Shuck."
Sam gave a howl, protesting that it was _not_--that he was a mile away from the spot.
"I recognised him as distinctly as I recognise him at this moment," said Austin. "He had a woollen scarf on his chin, and a cap covering his ears, no doubt a.s.sumed for disguise, but I knew him instantly. What is more, he saw that I knew him; I am sure he did, by the way he slunk off.
I also recognised his laugh."
"Did you take the lantern with you purposely?" asked the clerk of the court.
"I did," replied Austin. "A hint was given me in the course of yesterday afternoon, that an attack upon our men was in agitation. I determined to discover the ringleaders, if possible, should it take place, and not to let the darkness baffle justice, as was the case in the attack upon Baxendale. For this purpose I put the lantern in readiness, and had the men watched when they left the yard. As soon as the a.s.sault began, my messenger returned to tell me."
"You hit upon a good plan, Mr. Clay."
Austin smiled. "I think I did," he answered.
Unfortunately for Mr. Samuel Shuck, another witness had seen his face distinctly when the light was turned on; and his ident.i.ty with "the tall man disguised" was established beyond dispute. In an evil hour, Sam had originated this attack on White; but, not feeling altogether sure of the courage of his men, he had determined to disguise himself and take part in the business, saying not a word to anybody. He had not bargained for the revelation that might be brought by means of a dark lantern.
The proceedings in court were prolonged, but they terminated at length.
Bennet, Strood, and Ryan were condemned to pay a fine of 5 each, or be imprisoned for two months. Cheek managed to get off. Mr. Sam Shuck, to whom the magistrate was bitterly severe in his remarks--for he knew perfectly well the part enacted by the man from the first--was sentenced to six months at the treadmill, without the option of a fine. What a descent for Slippery Sam!
CHAPTER IX.
ON THE EVE OF BANKRUPTCY.
These violent interruptions to the social routine, to the organised relations between masters and men, cannot take place without leaving their effects behind them: not only in the bare cupboards, the confusion, the bitter feelings while the contest is in actual progress, but in the results when the dispute is brought to an end, and things have resumed their natural order. You have seen some of its disastrous working upon the men: you cannot see it all, for it would take a whole volume to depicture it. But there was another upon whom it was promising to work badly; and that was Mr. Hunter. At this, the eleventh hour, when the dispute was dying out, Mr. Hunter knew that he would be unable to weather the short remains of the storm. Drained, as he had been at various periods, of sums paid to Gwinn of Ketterford, he had not the means necessary to support the long-continued struggle. Capital he possessed still; and, had there been no disturbance, no strike, no lock-out--had things, in short, gone on upon their usual course uninterruptedly, his capital would have been sufficient to carry him on: not as it was. His money was locked up in arrested works, in buildings brought to a standstill. He could not fulfil his contracts or meet his debts; materials were lying idle; and the crisis, so long expected by him, had come.
It had not been expected by Austin Clay. Though aware of the shortness of capital, he believed that with care difficulties would be surmounted.
The fact was, Mr. Hunter had succeeded in keeping the worst from him. It fell upon Austin one morning like a thunderbolt. Mr. Hunter had come early to the works. In this hour of embarra.s.sment--ill as he might be, as he was--he could not be absent from his place of business. When Austin went into his master"s private room he found him alone, poring over books and accounts, his head leaning on his hand. One glance at Austin"s face told Mr. Hunter that the whispers as to the state of affairs, which were now becoming public scandal, had reached his ears.
"Yes, it is quite true," said Mr. Hunter, before a word had been spoken by Austin. "I cannot stave it off."
"But it will be ruin, sir!" exclaimed Austin.
"Of course it will be ruin. I know that, better than you can tell me."
"Oh, sir," continued Austin, with earnest decision, "it must not be allowed to come. Your credit must be kept up at any sacrifice."
"Can you tell me of any sacrifice that will keep it up?" returned Mr.
Hunter.
Austin paused in embarra.s.sment. "If the present difficulty can be got over, the future will soon redeem itself," he observed. "You have sufficient capital in the aggregate, though it is at present locked up."
"There it is," said Mr. Hunter. "Were the capital not locked up, but in my hands, I should be a free man. Who is to unlock it?"
"The men are returning to their shops," urged Austin. "In a few days, at the most, all will have resumed work. We shall get our contracts completed, and things will work round. It would be _needless_ ruin, sir, to stop now."
"Am I stopping of my own accord? Shall I put myself into the Gazette, do you suppose? You talk like a child, Clay."
"Not altogether, sir. What I say is, that you are worth more than sufficient to meet your debts; that, if the momentary pressure can be lifted, you will surmount embarra.s.sment and regain ease."
"Half the bankruptcies we hear of are caused by locked-up capital--not by positive non-possession of it," observed Mr. Hunter. "Were my funds available, there would be reason in what you say, and I should probably go on again to ease. Indeed, I know I should; for a certain heavy--heavy----" Mr. Hunter spoke with perplexed hesitation--"A heavy private obligation, which I have been paying off at periods, is at an end now."
Austin made no reply. He knew that Mr. Hunter alluded to Gwinn of Ketterford: and perhaps Mr. Hunter suspected that he knew it. "Yes, sir; you would go on to ease--to fortune again; there is no doubt of it.