"Haven"t you heard how they ground me down?"
"Yes, sir. But why did you give in? I was true to you, but you failed me. I"d have shut up the works for three months, rather than be made a slave of, and go from my word."
"Ay, ay; that"s bachelor"s talk. I"ve got a wife and children, and they make a man a mouse."
"Well, sir, I forgive you: but as to my month"s wages--now all I say is--PUT YOURSELF IN MY PLACE!"
"Well?"
"You are me. You are brought from London, under an agreement, a month"s notice on either side. You work, and give satisfaction. You are threatened, but you don"t run from your employer. You are blown up, and nearly killed. You lose a fortnight, but you don"t charge for it; "twasn"t your employer"s fault. You come back to him, and face the music again. You work with the sword hanging over you. But your employer gives in, and sacks you in a minute. Oughtn"t you to have your month? Come now, man to man, oughtn"t you?"
"I ought, and that"s the truth. I didn"t look at it that way. I saw my own side. There--no more about it--I"ll draw the check--with a good heart."
He drew his check-book to him, with a face as if vultures were tearing his vitals.
When Henry found him Amboynable, and saw his piteous look, he felt a little softened toward him, and he said, very impressively, "Wait one moment, sir, I"ve got an idea. I"m not the sort that likes to be beat.
Are YOU?" The men looked steadily at each other.
Cheetham lowered his voice. "I"ve had h.e.l.l inside me ever since. I thought I was a man, but they made a mouse of me. If you know any way to beat them, I"ll go in with you."
"Well, sir, there is a key to every lock."
"That is well said, and I believe it; but one can"t always find the key."
"I almost think I have, sir."
"See n.o.body is listening. Where is Bayne? He is due."
"Oh, he is not very well, sir; and I was to ask you for an hour"s absence."
"Let him have the whole afternoon. I"ll not have a soul in this but us two. Now come close, and tell me."
They sat opposite each other, and put their heads together over the table, and the following dialogue pa.s.sed almost in a whisper. To see them, you would have thought they were conspiring against the law, instead of combining to hide a lawful act from the violaters of the law.
"I can forge the blades a dozen miles from Hillsborough."
"Not you; you will be told of. That won"t do."
"I shall not be told of; for n.o.body will know but you. I shall only forge at night; and the building is out of the world, and wedged in, out of sight, between two bleak hills. Sir, it is a deserted church."
"What, forge blades in a church?"
"A deserted church; why not?"
"Little, you are A 1. Go on."
"I can get the blades ground by a friend at Birmingham; and my mother and I can put them together at home. The complete articles will come to you in parcels of a certain colored paper, invoiced in cipher outside, so that they need not be opened; you can trust the invoice, and dispatch them to your London agent."
"All right."
"The steel you must supply me at the current price, and charge it against me."
"Certainly. But your price per gross? For this work can"t be done by time."
"Of course not." And Henry named a price per gross at which Cheetham lifted up his hands. "Why, you"ll take nine pounds a week at that!"
"Ay, and more," said Henry, coolly. "But I sha"n"t make it. Why, this scheme entails no end of expenses. A house, and stables with back entrance. A swift horse, to gallop to the forge at sunset, and back by noon. A cart to take the things to the railway and back, and to the parcel delivery for you. And, besides that, I must risk my neck, riding over broken ground at night: and working night and day shortens life.
You can"t reduce these things to Labor and Capital. It"s Life, Labor, and Capital."
"Hallo! There"s a new cry. I tell ye what; you know too much for me. You read the Beehive. I take you at your price."
Then he had a misgiving. "That old Smitem"s as crafty as a fox. If he finds you stay here, with no visible employment, he will soon be down on us."
"Ay; but in the day-time I shall appear as a carver of wood, and also an inspector of factories for Dr. Amboyne. Who will suspect me of a night trade, as well as two day trades?"
Cheetham slapped the table triumphantly: but, recovering his caution, he whispered, "It"s planned first-rate."
"And now, sir, there is one difficulty you must help me in, if you please. It is to set up the forge un.o.bserved."
"What, am I to find the forge?"
"There"s a question, sir! Of course you are. One of these new portable forges."
Cheetham reflected for some little time. He then said it was a ticklish thing, and he saw but one way. "The forge must come here, after closing hours, and you and I must fetch it away in the dead of night, and take it down to the old church, and set it up."
"Well, but, sir, we shall want a.s.sistance."
"Nay, nay. I"ve got the last suit of moleskin I ever worked in laid away. I"ll air "em, and put "em on again; and, when I"ve got em on once more, I shall feel a man again. I"ll have neither fool nor spy in it: the thing is too serious. I might bring some country fellow, that can"t read or write; but no, these portables are small things, and I"m one of the strongest men in Hillsborough. Best keep it to ourselves. When is it to be?"
"Say next Wednesday, two hours after midnight."
"Then that is settled. And now I"ll square the old account agreed." He drew his check-book toward him again.
But Henry slopped him. "Fair play"s a jewel," said he smiling. "The moment you sacked me--"
"Say the Trades, not me."
"Dr. Amboyne hired me, at six guineas a week, to inspect the works. So you owe me nothing; but to be true to me."
This trait, though it was one of simple probity, astonished and gratified Mr. Cheetham. He looked on the young man with marked respect.
"You are hard; but you are very square. I"ll be true as steel to you, and we"ll outwit our tyrants together, till I get a chance to put my foot on them. Yes, I"ll be open with you; there are plenty of orders from London and the Continent, and one for six sets from swells in Hillsborough."
"Might I see that order?"
"Why not? There, run your eye over it. I want to go into the packing-room for a minute."
He then tossed Henry the order, as if it was nothing more than an order.
But it was a great deal more than that to Henry. It was Grace Carden"s handwriting, the first specimen he had ever seen.