On the third morning after Torrini's expulsion from the yard, Mr. Slocum walked into the studio with a printed slip in his hand. A similar slip lay crumpled under a work-bench, where Richard had tossed it. Mr. Slocum's kindly visage was full of trouble and perplexity as he raised his eyes from the paper, which he had been re-reading on the way up-stairs. "Look at that!" "Yes," remarked Richard, "I have been honored with one of those documents." "What does it mean?" "It means business." The paper in question contained a series of resolutions unanimously adopted at a meeting of the Marble Workers' Association of Stillwater, held in Grimsey's Hall the previous night. Dropping the preamble, these resolutions, which were neatly printed with a type-writing machine on a half letter sheet, ran as follows:-- _Resolved,_ That on and after the First of June proximo, the pay of carvers in Slocum's Marble Yard shall be $2.75 per day, instead of $2.50 as heretofore. _Resolved,_ That on and after the same date, the rubbers and polishers shall have $2.00 per day, instead of $1.75 as heretofore. _Resolved,_ That on and after the same date the millmen are to have $2.00 per day, instead of $1.75 as heretofore. _Resolved,_ That during the months of June, July, and August the shops shall knock off work on Saturdays at five P.M., instead of at six P.M. _Resolved,_ That a printed copy of these Resolutions be laid before the Proprietor of Slocum's Marble Yard, and that his immediate attention to them be respectfully requested. _Per order of Committee M. W. A._ "Torrini is at the bottom of that," said Mr. Slocum. "I hardly think so. This arrangement, as I told you the other day before I had the trouble with him, has been in contemplation several weeks. Undoubtedly Torrini used his influence to hasten the movement already planned. The Association has too much shrewdness to espouse the quarrel of an individual." "What are we to do?" "If you are in the same mind you were when we talked over the possibility of an unreasonable demand like this, there is only one thing to do." "Fight it?" "Fight it." "I have been resolute, and all that sort of thing, in times past," observed Mr. Slocum, glancing out of the tail of his eye at Richard, "and have always come off second best. The Association has drawn up most of my rules for me, and had its own way generally." "Since my time you have never been in so strong a position to make a stand. We have got all the larger contracts out of the way. Foreseeing what was likely to come, I have lately fought shy of taking new ones. Here are heavy orders from Rafter & Son, the Builders' Company, and others. We must decline them by to-night's mail." "Is it really necessary?" asked Mr. Slocum, knitting his forehead into what would have been a scowl if his mild pinkish eyebrows had permitted it. "I think so." "I hate to do that." "Then we are at the mercy of the Association."