Henry strolled on.
He heard their voices behind him all the way, and the man stopped at Cheetham"s gate, which rather surprised him. "Has Billy told you what we are at?" said he.
"Yes. But the very look of him was enough. I know Billy and his ways, better than you do."
"Very likely. What, are you coming in with us?"
"If you have no objection."
The door was opened by Bayne in person. He started at the sight of the companion his friend had picked up, and asked him, with marked civility, if there was anything amiss. "Not that I know of," was the reply. "I merely thought that my experience might be of some little service to you in an inquiry of this kind."
"Not a doubt of it, sir," said Bayne, and led the way with his lantern, for it was past sunset. On the road, the visitor asked if anybody had marked the accused stone. Henry said he should know it again. "That is right," said the other.
On entering the room, this personage took Billy by the arm, and held him. "Let us have no false alarms," he said, and blindfolded the boy with his handkerchief in a moment.
And now an examination commenced, which the time and the place rendered curious and striking.
It was a long, lofty room; the back part mainly occupied by the drums that were turned by the driving-power. The power was on the floor above, and acted by means of huge bands that came down through holes in the ceiling and turned the drums. From each of these drums came two leather bands, each of which turned a pulley-wheel, and each pulley-wheel a grindstone, to whose axle it was attached; but now the grindstones rested in the troughs, and the great wheel-bands hung limp, and the other bands lay along loose and serpentine. In the dim light of a single lamp, it all looked like a gigantic polypus with its limbs extended lazily, and its fingers holding semi-circular claws: for of the grindstones less than half is visible.
Billy was a timid creature, and this blindfolding business rather scared him: he had almost to be dragged within reach of these gaunt antennae.
But each time they got him to touch a grindstone, his body changed its character from shrinking and doubtful, to erect and energetic, and he applied his test. This boy carried with him, night and day, a little wooden hammer, like an auctioneer"s, and with this he now tapped each stone several times, searching for the one he had denounced: and, at each experiment, he begged the others to keep away from him and leave him alone with the subject of his experiment; which they did, and held up the lamp and threw the light on him.
Six heavy grindstones he tapped, and approved, three he even praised and called "good music."
The seventh he struck twice, first gently, then hard and drew back from it, screaming "Oh, the bad music! Oh, the wheel of death!" and tried to tear the handkerchief from his eyes.
"Be quiet, Billy," said the visitor, calmly; and, putting his arm round the boy"s neck, drew him to his side, and detached the handkerchief, all in a certain paternal way that seemed to betoken a kindly disposition.
But, whilst he was doing this, he said to Henry, "Now--you marked a stone in daylight; which was it?"
"No, no, I didn"t mark the stone, but I wrote on the wall just opposite.
Lend us the light, Bayne. By George! here is my mark right opposite this stone."
"Then Billy"s right. Well done, Billy." He put his hand in his pocket and gave him a new shilling. He then inquired of Bayne, with the air of a pupil seeking advice from a master, whether this discovery ought not to be acted upon.
"What would you suggest, sir?" asked Bayne, with equal deference.
"Oh, if I was sure I should not be considered presumptuous in offering my advice, I would say, Turn the stone into the yard, and bang a new one. You have got three excellent ones outside; from Buckhurst quarry, by the look of them."
"It shall be done, sir."
This effective co-operation, on the part of a stranger, was naturally gratifying to Henry, and he said to him: "I should be glad to ask you a question. You seem to know a good deal about this trade--"
A low chuckle burst out of Bayne, but he instantly suppressed it, for fear of giving offense--
"Are serious accidents really common with these grindstones?"
"No, no," said Bayne, "not common. Heaven forbid."
"They are not common--in the newspapers," replied the other. "But" (to Bayne), "will you permit me to light these two gaslights for a moment?"
"Well, sir, it is contrary to our rules,--but--"
"All the more obliging of you," said the visitor, coolly, and lighted them, with his own match, in a twinkling. He then drew out of his waistcoat pocket a double eyegla.s.s, gold-mounted, and examining the ceiling with it, soon directed Henry"s attention to two deep dents and a brown splash. "Every one of those marks," said he, "is a history, and was written by a flying grindstone. Where you see the dents the stone struck the ceiling;" he added very gravely, "and, when it came down again, ask yourself, did it ALWAYS fall right? These histories are written only on the ceiling and the walls. The floor could tell its tales too; but a crushed workman is soon swept off it, and the wheels go on again."
"That is too true," said Henry. "And it does a chap"s heart good to hear a gentleman like you--"
"I"m not a gentleman. I"m an old Saw."
"Excuse me, sir, you look like a gentleman, and talk like one."
"And I try to conduct myself like one: but I AM an old Saw."
"What! and carry a gold eyegla.s.s?"
"The Trade gave it me. I"m an old Saw."
"Well, then, all the better, for you can tell me, and please do: have you ever actually known fatal accidents from this cause?"
"I have known the light grinders very much shaken by a breaking stone, and away from work a month after it. And, working among saw-grinders, who use heavy stones, and stand over them in working, I"ve seen--Billy, go and look at thy shilling, in the yard, and see which is brightest, it or the moon. Is he gone? I"ve seen three men die within a few yards of me. One, the stone flew in two pieces; a fragment, weighing about four hundredweight I should say, struck him on the breast, and killed him on place; he never spoke. I"ve forgotten his very name. Another; the stone went clean out of window, but it kicked the grinder backward among the machinery, and his head was crushed like an eggsh.e.l.l. But the worst of all was poor Billy"s father. He had been warned against his stone; but he said he would run it out. Well, his little boy, that is Billy, had just brought him in his tea, and was standing beside him, when the stone went like a pistol-shot, and snapped the horsing chains like a thread; a piece struck the wall, and did no harm, only made a hole; but the bigger half went clean up to the ceiling, and then fell plump down again; the grinder he was knocked stupid like, and had fallen forward on his broken horsing; the grindstone fell right on him, and, ah--I saw the son covered with the father"s blood."
He shuddered visibly, at the recollection. "Ay," said he, "the man a corpse, and the lad an idiot. One faulty stone did that, within four yards of me, in a moment of time."
"Good heavens!"
"I was grinding at the next stone but one. He was taken, and I was left.
It might just as well have been the other way. No saw-grinder can make sure, when he gets on his horsing, that he will come off it alive."
The visitor left Henry to think of this while he drew Bayne aside, and spoke on another matter.
Afterward, all three left the works together; and Henry was so pleased with his new ally, that he told him, at the gate, he should be glad if he might be allowed to make his acquaintance.
"By all means," said the other. "I am quite at your service. You will find me at the "Cutlers" Arms.""
"Who shall I ask for?"
"George Grotait."
"Grotait. The devil!"
"No, no. Not quite so bad as that."
"What," said Henry, roughly, "do you mean to say you are old Smitem?"
"That is a name FOOLS give me."
Henry had no reply ready, and so the st.u.r.dy old secretary got the better of him again, and went his way unruffled.
Henry scolded Bayne for not telling him. Bayne excused himself on the ground that he thought everybody knew Grotait. He added, "He knew you, and told me if he could serve you, without being unjust to the Trades, I was to tell him."