I missed a car, or I'd have been here earlier." "That's all right, Mr.McQuade; glad to wait for you." Morrissy threw aside his papers and drew his chair to the table.
McQuade closed the door and sat down.
"You got my letter ?" he began, wiping his forehead.
Morrissy nodded.
"Well ?" "Well, the boys will go out Monday morning.

A committee will wait on Bennington in the morning.

He won't back down and discharge the English inventor, so it's a sure thing they'll walk out, every mother's son of them." "On the morning they go out, I'll send you my check for five hundred." "For the union ?" "I'll send it to you, and you can use it as you see fit.

On Monday morning, then." "Sure thing." They smoked for a while.

Suddenly McQuade laid a bulky envelope on the table, got up and went out.