Ellen freed herself from Abby with a curious imperative yet gentle motion, then she opened the door into the other room again. The loud clash of voices hushed, and every man faced towards her standing on the threshold, with her mother and Abby and little Amabel in the background. "I want to say to you all," said Ellen, in a clear voice, "that I think I did wrong. I have been wondering if I had not for some time, and growing more and more certain. I did not count the cost. All I thought of was the principle, but the cost is a part of the principle in this world, and it has to be counted in with it. I see now. I don't think the strike ought ever to have been. It has brought about too much suffering upon those who were not responsible for it, who did not choose it of their own free will. There are children starving, and people dying and breaking their hearts. We have brought too much upon ourselves and others. I am sorry I said what I did in the shop that day, if I influenced any one. Now I am not going to strike any longer. Let us all accept Mr. Lloyd's terms, and go back to work." But Ellen's voice was drowned out in a great shout of wrath and dissent from Lee. He directly leaped to the conclusion that the girl took this attitude on account of Lloyd, and his jealousy, which was always smouldering, flamed. "Well, I guess not!" he shouted. "I rather guess not! I've struck, and I'm going to stay struck! I ain't goin' to back out because a girl likes the boss, damn him!" Andrew and the young laster rose and moved quietly before Ellen. Tom Peel said nothing, but he grinned imperturbably. "I 'ain't had a bit of tobacco, and the less said about what I've had to eat the better," Lee went on, in a loud, threatening voice, "but I ain't going to give up. No, miss; you've het up the fightin' blood in me, and it ain't so easy coolin' of it down." The door opened, and Granville Joy entered. He had knocked several times, but nobody had heard him. He looked inquiringly from one to another, then moved beside Andrew and the laster. Dixon got up. "It looks to me as if it was too soon to be giving up now," he said. "It's easy for a man who's got nobody dependent upon him to talk," cried Abby. "I won't give up!" cried Dixon, looking straight at Ellen, and ignoring Abby. "That's so," said Lee. "We don't give up our rights for bosses, or bosses' misses." As he said that there was a concerted movement of Andrew, the laster, and Granville. Granville was much slighter than Lee, but suddenly his right arm shot out, and the other man went down like a log. Andrew followed him up with a kick. "Get out of my house," he shouted, "and never set foot in it again! Out with ye!"