"You simply must come. What do you mean, not your line? How do you know till you try? Here I’ve come 6000 miles--but I told you that before. This is the situation. The governor is raving: never saw him so biffy. He got a spouter down from London, who lectured the men in the dinner-hour, waved a flag and all that. The men only jeered. Governor says I’ll only make them worse if I try; calls me a scatter-brain; I assure you he’s in a deuce of a wax. Used to be as meek as Moses; wouldn’t hear of compulsion; he’s turned completely over, talks of sacking the men, closing the works, conscription, and so on and so forth. Something must be done. You were always a cool hand; come and let’s talk things over, at any rate: smooth the governor down; he won’t listen to a word from me, and in my opinion goes the wrong way to work. I told him I was inviting you; best pal at school, cock of the House, going to join with me: so on and so forth. He’ll be glad to see you." "A very strange person," remarked Mrs. Amory when she had read the letter. "Perhaps I had better go," said Kenneth. "Of course I can’t do any good with the men, but it will please Randy, and my being on the spot may prevent him and his father from coming to loggerheads. They’re both peppery, evidently." Accordingly, Kenneth travelled by the 10.30 from St. Pancras, and reached the small midland town in time for lunch. He saw at once that Mr. Randall himself was at any rate partly responsible for this trouble. A prosperous manufacturer, he was inclined to be dictatorial and was certainly no diplomatist. Full of patriotic zeal himself, deploring the fact that he was too old for active service, a special constable, an energetic member of the local home defence corps, he had expected all his able-bodied men to rush to the colours, promised to keep their places for them, and to make up their pay for the sake of their dependents. The paltry response filled him with fury. Without taking the trouble to discover the cause of the general reluctance he poured scorn upon the skulkers, talked of the white feather, tried to dragoon them into volunteering, threatened to sack them or close the works, with the result that the men stiffened their backs and defied him. Clearly he did not know how to handle men in an emergency like the present. At lunch Kenneth tactfully listened to his host’s outpourings, without offering any criticism or suggestion. "Good man!" said Randall, when he and Kenneth were alone. "Let him blow off! That’s the way." "What have you done?" asked Kenneth. "Not much. I wanted to make a speech to the men, but the governor wouldn’t let me. Now, am I a scatter-brain? D’you think that’s fair? Anyway, I’m his son! But I spoke to old Griggs, our foreman; asked him why the men won’t enlist. ’’Cos they’re Englishmen,’ says he. ’What’s the meaning of that?’ says I. ’Won’t be druv,’ says he. ’Rather be led by the nose,’ says he." "What did he mean?"