Owen had taught him lots of things and had promised to do some patterns of graining for him so that he might practise copying them at home in the evenings.
Owen was a fine chap.

Bert resolved that he would tell him what Crass had been saying to Easton.

Just fancy, the cheek of a rotter like Crass, trying to get Owen the sack! It would be more like it if Crass was to be sacked himself, so that Owen could be the foreman.
One minute to ten.
With a heavy heart Bert watched the clock.

His legs were still aching very badly.

He could not see the hands of the clock moving, but they were creeping on all the same.