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“Very good. Now, I come to what is news--news to you, to Gibbons, and
to the men. Most of this money has gone to loafers from the east end of
London. I had such unlimited confidence in Gibbons’s foolishness and in
the stupidity of the committee, that I have sent through the gates, not
workmen like you, but such unfortunate wretches as were out of work and
willing to absorb strike pay merely on condition that they would keep
their mouths shut. It never seemed to occur to Gibbons that, if I were
able to fill up the works with men transported to our river-steps on
a steamer, I could either have fed and lodged them here, or taken them
back and forth in the same way they came. He gathered them into the
Union with a whoop, which was just what I expected him to do, but he
never tried to find out whether they were genuine workmen or not.”
“You mean, then, that by a trick you have bankrupted the Union.”
Sartwell shrugged his shoulders.
“Call it a trick, if you like. A strike is war; you must not expect it
to be fought with rose-leaves. But aside from that, I have borne in
mind the real interests of the men. I could have filled the works with
competent men--yes, ten times over. If I had done so, where would the
strikers be at the end of the fight? Some would be in prison, some would
have broken heads, all would be out of employment. I want my own men
back here. I want them to understand they have got a fool for a leader.
They have had a nice little play spell; they have eaten and drank their
money--the vacation has come to an end. If they return to work now,
there is work for them; if they delay much longer, I shall fill the
shops with genuine workmen, and the Union has no money now to bribe them
with.”
“If I tell the men all this, there will be a riot. They will mob the
bogus workmen who have taken their money.”
“Oh, no, they won’t. I have told the bogus workmen just how long the
money would continue to be paid, if they held their tongues. With last
week’s reduced payment the loafers have scattered. The men may mob
Gibbons, and I think he richly deserves it.”
“They will be much more likely to attack you.”
“They are welcome to try it. Now, I think that is all I have to say,
Marsten. I have required no answers from you, and I imagine I have given
you some interesting information. I am ready to get to work, with the
former employees of the firm, or without them, just as they choose.
The best friend of the men will be he who advises them to call off this
foolish strike and buckle down to business once more.”
CHAPTER XII.
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