The two of you ought to bring the hands to their senses.

If we can line up the Bennington steel-mills, others will fall in.

Bennington owns the shops, but our friend McQuade owns the men who work there.

Take a week to think it over; I can rely on your absolute secrecy." "I shall be silent for half a dozen reasons," Warrington replied.

"But I shan't keep you waiting a week.