They looked at one another thoughtfully, nodded, and Uncle Bob handed me the note; and a precious composition it was.
"_You London c.o.c.kneys_," it began, "_you"ve had plenty warnings "bout your gimcracks and contrapshions, and wouldn"t take "em. Now look here, we won"t hev "em in Arrowfield, robbing hard-workin" men of toil of their hard earns and takin" bread out o" wife and childers mouths and starvin" families, so look out. If you three an" that sorcy boy don"t pack up your traps and be off, we"ll come and pack "em up for you. So now you know_."
"What does this mean?" I said, looking from one to the other.
"It means war, my lad," said Uncle d.i.c.k fiercely.
"You will not take any notice of this insolent letter?" I said.
"Oh yes, but we will!" said Uncle Jack.
"Not give up and go like cowards?"
"I don"t think we shall, Cob," said Uncle Jack laughing. "No; we"re in the right and they are in the wrong. We"ve got a strong tower to fight in and defend ourselves; they"ve got to attack us here, and I think they"ll be rather badly off if they do try anything more serious."
"This has been bad enough," said Uncle Bob. "You did not fully understand how narrow an escape Cob had."
And he related all.
"The scoundrels!" said Uncle Jack, grinding his teeth. "And now this means threatenings of future attacks."
"Well," said Uncle d.i.c.k, "if they do come I"m afraid someone will be very much hurt--more so than that man Stevens you knocked down."
"And made a fresh enemy for us," said Uncle Jack, laughing.
"And showed who was a friend," I said, remembering Pannell"s action.
"To be sure," said Uncle Jack. "Well, if anyone is hurt it will be the attacking party, for I am beginning to feel vicious."
"Well, what about the wheels?" said Uncle Bob. "Every band has gone, and it will be a heavy expense to restore them."
"Let"s go and have breakfast and think it over," said Uncle d.i.c.k. "It"s bad to decide in haste. Listen! What are the men doing?"
"Going out in the yard, evidently," said Uncle Bob. "Yes, and down to the gate."
So it proved, for five minutes later the place was completely empty.
"Why, they"ve forsaken us," said Uncle d.i.c.k bitterly.
"Never mind," said Uncle Bob. "Let"s have our breakfast. We can lock up the place."
And this we did, taking poor old Piter with us, who looked so helpless and miserable that several dogs attacked him on our way home, antic.i.p.ating an easy victory.
But they did Piter good, rousing him up to give a bite here and another there--one bite being all his enemies cared to receive before rushing off, yelping apologies for the mistake they had made in attacking the sickly-looking heavy-eyed gentleman of their kind.
Piter had jaws like a steel trap, as others beside dogs found before long.
When we went back to the works the gate-keeper left in charge said that several of the men had been back, but had gone again, it having been settled that no more work was to be done till the wheel-bands were restored; so the fires were going out, and the smiths, who could have gone on, had to leave their forges.
"Well," said Uncle d.i.c.k, laughing bitterly, as he gave his beard a sharp tug, "I thought that we were masters here."
"Quite a mistake," said Uncle Jack; "the men are the masters; and if we do anything that they in their blind ignorance consider opposed to their interests they punish us."
"Well, you see, sir," said the gate-keeper, "it"s like this here, sir-- work"s quite scarce enough, and the men are afraid, that new steel or new machinery will make it worse."
"Tell them to take the scales off their eyes, then," said Uncle d.i.c.k.
"Oppose machinery, do they?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then if someone invented a new kind of grindstone to grind tools and blades in a quarter of the time, what would they do?"
"Smash it, sir, or burn the place it was in," said the man with a grin.
"Then why don"t they smash up the grindstones they use now? They are machinery."
"What! Grindstones, sir? Oh, no!"
"But they are, man, I tell you," cried Uncle d.i.c.k angrily. "The first men who ground knives or shears rubbed, them on a rough piece of stone; then I dare say a cleverer man found it was handier to rub the blade with the stone instead of the stone with the blade; and then someone invented the round grindstone which turned and ground whatever was held against it."
"Come along," said Uncle Jack sharply. "You are wasting breath. They will not believe till they find all this out for themselves."
We went in and had a good look round the place, but there was not a band to be found. There had been no cutting--every one had been carried away, leaving no trace behind; and I wanted a good deal of comforting to make me satisfied that it was not my fault.
But my uncles were very kind to me, and told me at once that I was to say no more, only to be thankful that I had not drunk more heartily of the water, and been made ill as the dog, who, in spite of seeming better, kept having what I may call relapses, and lying down anywhere to have a fresh sleep.
The look round produced no result, and the day was spent in the silent works writing letters, book-keeping, and talking rather despondently about the future.
It seemed so strange to me as I went about. No roaring fires and puffing bellows; no clink of hammer or anvil, and no churr and screech of steel being held against the revolving stones. There was no buzz of voices or shouting from end to end of the workshop, and instead of great volumes of smoke rolling out of the top of the tall chimney-shaft, a little faint grey cloud slowly curled away into the air.
Then there was the great wheel. The dam was full and overflowing, but the wheel was still; and when I looked in, the water trickled and plashed down into the gloomy chamber with its mossy, slimy stone sides, while the light shone in at the opening, and seemed to make bright bands across the darkness before it played upon the slightly agitated waters.
Then a long discussion took place, in which it was asked whether it would be wise to buy new bands, and to ask the men to come back and work; but opinion was against this.
"No," said Uncle Jack. "I"m for being as obstinate as they are. We"ve had our bands injured once; now let"s show them that if they can afford to wait so can we. We can"t, neither can they, but there must be a little obstinacy practised, and perhaps it will bring them to their senses."
"And make them bring back our bands?" I ventured to say.
"Ah, I"m not so hopeful about that!" cried Uncle Bob. "I"m afraid that we shall have to buy new ones."
"Yes," said Uncle d.i.c.k; "but I would not mind that if by so doing we could get the men to behave well to us in the future."
"And we never shall," said Uncle Jack, "till Cob here ceases to be such a tyrant. The men are afraid of him."
"Why, uncle!" I exclaimed; and they all laughed at my look of injury.
That night Uncle Jack and Uncle d.i.c.k kept watch; next night we took our turn again, and so matters went on for a week. Now and then we saw some of our men idling about, but they looked at us in a heavy stolid way, and then slouched off.