Are there no foremen here ?" "I'm trying to reach you, Mr.Reade," called the voice of Superintendent Hawkins.

"But this is a heavy crush to get through." In truth it was.

There were more than a hundred laborers in the cellar, while the stairs were blocked by a mob of enraged workmen.
"Stop it all, men!" Tom again urged, and this time there was silence, save for his own strong voice.

"We don't want to prove ourselves to be as despicable as the enemy are.

Bring 'em up to the street, but don't be brutal about it.