England -- Fiction; Strikes and lockouts -- Fiction
'And much you masters 'ud care,' cried a woman who overheard the remark.
'I hope you are satisfied now with the effects of your fine lock-out!
Look at the poor creatur, a sitting there with her helpless children.'
'A sad sight,' observed Austin; 'but _not_ the effects of the lock-out.
You must look nearer home.'
The day dawned. Abel White was progressing very satisfactorily. So much
so that Mr. Rice did not keep him in bed. It was by no means so grave a
case as Baxendale's. To the intense edification of Daffodil's Delight,
which had woke up in an unusually low and subdued state, there arrived,
about mid-day, certain officers within its precincts, holding warrants
for the apprehension of some of the previous night's rioters. Bennet,
Strood, Ryan, and Cheek were taken; Cassidy had disappeared.
'It's a shame to grab us!' exclaimed timid Cheek, shaking from head to
foot. 'White himself said as we was not the ringleaders.'
While these were secured, a policeman entered the home of Mr. Shuck,
without so much as saying, 'With your leave,' or 'By your leave.' That
gentleman, who had remained in-doors all the morning, in a restless,
humble sort of mood, which imparted much surprise to Mrs. Shuck, was
just sitting down to dinner in the bosom of his family: a savoury
dinner, to judge by the smell, consisting of rabbit and onions.
'Now, Sam Shuck, I want you,' was the startling interruption.
Sam turned as white as a sheet. Mrs. Shuck stared, and the children
stared.
'Want me, do you?' cried Sam, putting as easy a face as he could upon
the matter. 'What do you want me for? To give evidence?'
'_You_ know. It's about that row last night. I wonder you hadn't better
regard for your liberty than to get into it.'
'Why, you never was such a fool as to put yourself into that!' exclaimed
Mrs. Shuck, in her surprise. 'What could have possessed you?'
'I!' retorted Sam; 'I don't know anything about the row, except what
I've heard. I was a good mile off from the spot when it took place.'
'All very well if you can convince the magistrates of that,' said the
officer. 'Here's the warrant against you, and I must take you upon it.'
'I won't go,' said Sam, showing fight. 'I wasn't nigh the place, I say.'
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