weel-aff?" asked Peter cautiously, while his big eye tried to wink.
"Nellie is a wee bit inclined to be prood an" independent, ye ken, an"
disna say muckle about her affairs. An forby we don"t ken very muckle about her; she"s an incomer to the place, and she might ha"e been weel-aff afore she married Geordie, for aught we ken."
"It disna matter," replied Andrew, "I dinna care though they had thousan"s. What I don"t like is this "ye"ll-no"-do-this-an"-ye"ll-no"-do-that" sort o" thing. What the h.e.l.l right has ony gaffer wi" what a man does? It"s a" one to him what I do.
I"m nae slave, an" forby, I dinna believe they are weel-aff. They maun be hard up."
"But he"ll maybe sack ye," suggested Peter, "if ye take the collection."
"Well, let him," cried Andrew, now thoroughly roused, "the b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I would see the greyhounds o" h.e.l.l huntin" him roun" the rocks o" blazes afore I"d give in to him!"
Nothing further was said of the matter until well on in the day, when it suddenly occurred to Andrew that Peter, who had a large family, might not care to incur the displeasure of Walker by taking the collection the next day.
"Of course, Peter," he said, after he had thought the matter over, "if ye don"t care to take the collection wi" me, I won"t press ye. I"ll no"
think ony worse o" ye if ye don"t. Ye ha"e a big family, while I ha"e only the wife to look after. Sometimes I think it"s lucky we ha"e nae weans; I can flit, and ye might no" be able to rise an" run. But I mean to take the collection onyway, for I don"t like a man to order me what I ha"e to do."
"Oh, I wasna mindin" that, Andra," replied Peter, trying to make Andrew believe that he had not guessed the truth. "I"ll take the collectin wi"
ye, an" Black Jock can gang to h.e.l.l if he likes."
"No, Peter, ye"ll do naethin" o" the kind. I"ll take it mysel"." And Andrew would not move from that decision.
Next day everybody was curiously expectant; it had got noised abroad that Walker had defied Andrew Marshall to take a collection at the office, and had threatened him with arrest. There were wild rumors of other penalties, and when pay-day came everybody was surprised to see Andrew draw his pay and walk home. They concluded that Andrew had thought better of it, and had been cowed into submission. When darkness began to fall, however, Andrew sauntered out and visited every home in the village, soliciting aid on behalf of Geordie Sinclair. There were few houses from which he did not get a donation, though the will to give was often greater than the means. In each house Andrew had to give in detail the interview between Black Jock and himself in the pit.
"The muckle big, black, dirty brute that he is!" the good-wife would cry in indignation. "It"s a pity but he could ken what starvation is himsel". It might make him a bit mair like a human bein"."
"That"s true," Andrew would agree.
In one or two houses he met with a blank refusal, but in these he was not disappointed, for he knew that the men would not risk Walker"s disapproval by contributing. Again, some were wholly hostile. They were the "belly-crawlers," as Geordie Sinclair had once dubbed them at a meeting, those who "kept in" with the management by carrying tales, and generally acting as traitors to the other men.
"No, I"ll no" gi"e ye onythin"," would be the reply; "he can just be like me an" gang an" work for his bairns. Forby, look at yon stuck-up baggage o" a wife o" his. She can hardly pa.s.s the time o" day wi"
ye--she thinks hersel" somethin"."
"Very well," Andrew would reply, "maybe ye ha"e mair need o"t for other things." And he would pa.s.s on to the next house.
He had gathered between three and four pounds, contributed sometimes even in pennies, and going to Geordie"s house, he knocked at the door.
This was the most uncomfortable part of his work, and he stood shifting from one foot to the other, wondering what he would say when he entered.
Mrs. Sinclair was busy washing the floor and cleaning up, after having been at work all day washing for someone in the village. She wiped her hands and opened the door.
"How are ye a" keepin" the night?" inquired Andrew, as he stepped inside at Mrs. Sinclair"s invitation, feeling more and more uncomfortable. It was a hard enough matter to go and ask others whom he knew had little to spare, but now, having got the money, he did not know how he was going to hand it over to Nellie. He ruminated for a time as to how he would break into the subject. He knew that Nellie Sinclair must have heard of the collection, and guessed his errand, for he saw that she, too, was uneasy and agitated.
"How are ye a" the night?" he again enquired, to break the silence.
"Oh, I"m no" so bad at a", Andra," replied Geordie. "I"m feelin" a wee bit easier the night. How"s yersel"?"
"No" so bad," answered Andrew, putting his hand in his pocket for his pipe.
"Dash it! I"m away without my pipe," he said with a show of annoyance.
"Can ye len" me yours, Geordie, to get a smoke? I ha"e my tobacco and matches. Ye see," he went on, speaking more rapidly, "I thought I would just slip round to see how ye was keepin"."
Andrew knew that Geordie would not have had a smoke for a long time, and this was his way of leaving him with a pipeful of tobacco.
"I think my pipe"s on the mantelshelf," returned Geordie, "but I doot it"s empty."
Andrew took down the pipe, filled it generously, set it alight, and sat for a few minutes trying vainly to keep up a connected conversation.
After he had puffed a few minutes at Geordie"s pipe he laid it down, dived his hand into his trousers pocket as he made for the door. He pulled forth the money, which was in a little bag, and laid it down on the table, saying: "I"m no" guid at this kind of thing, Geordie. There"s something for ye from the men. Guid nicht!" and he was off, leaving Nellie in tears and Geordie in glum silence.
Mrs. Sinclair"s tears were tears of rebellion as well as of grat.i.tude.
She was touched by Andrew"s delicacy, but her independent spirit was wounded at having to take help from anyone. She thought of the children and of her husband, who needed nourishment, and taking up the little bag she poured its contents into her lap, while her hot tears fell upon the money. Little Robert, who was sitting watching, and who had never in all his life seen so much money, ran to his mother with a cry of delight.
"Oh, mammy, will I get sweeties noo?" and the boy danced with glee, as he shouted, "I"ll get jeely-pieces noo, hurray!"
That night there was happiness in Geordie Sinclair"s house, for there was food in plenty, and it seemed as if the children would never be able to appease their hunger.
The "jeely-pieces," or slices of bread with jam on them, disappeared with amazing rapidity, and Geordie had some beef-tea, which seemed to improve him almost as soon as he had taken it. For the first time for many months Mrs. Sinclair and the children went to bed with satisfied appet.i.tes; and the children"s dreams were as the incidents in the life of a G.o.d, exalted and happy, and their mother"s rest was unbroken and full of comfort.
But on Monday morning Andrew Marshall had to pay the price of the happiness he had been instrumental in giving them, for he was informed by one of Walker"s henchmen that his place was stopped. The excuse given was that it was too far in advance of the others. Andrew knew what that meant, and as he went home, fierce rebellious feelings stirred within him. Peter Pegg, he was glad to know, had got started on "oncost" work, and Andrew felt he had done right in not allowing Peter to take the collection with him.
CHAPTER III
THE BLOCK
"I see Andra Marshall"s back again," observed Sanny Robertson to Peter Pegg one evening three months later.
"Ay," said Peter, "he was at Glampy, but his place was stopped, an"
there wasna anither for him."
"Got the sack again, I suppose," said Sanny. "Weel, he maun learn, Peter, that gaffers are no" gaun to put up wi" his nonsense. If a man will no" do what he"s telt, he maun just take the consequences."
"Ay," said Peter, very dryly, and as Peter knew his man, no more was said.
Later the same night Matthew Maitland observed to Peter, as they sat on their "hunkers" at the corner:
"Andra"s back again, I suppose."
"Ay," was the answer, "he was telt his place was stopped."
"Imphm," said Matthew, "it"s a d.a.m.n fine excuse. It"s a pity but somethin" could be done."
"It"s the Block," said Peter. "I"m telt that a" the managers roun" aboot ha"e an understandin" with one another no" to gi"e work to onybody they take a dislike to."
"Ay," agreed Matthew, "I ha"e heard aboot it, but I would soon put a stop to it."
"Ay, Matthew, it"s a union we need up here badly. I"m telt that that chap Smillie has managed to start one down in the West Country, an" it"s daein" weel. He"s got some o" their wages up a hale shillin" a day since he took it in hand."
"Is that a fact, Peter? The sooner we ha"e him up here the better then.
Black Jock needs a chap back onyway," and Matthew looked like a man who had suddenly discovered a great truth.