Orders were pouring in; trade brisk; hands scarce.

Each day would add a further loss of many pounds for wages, and doubtless raise fresh exactions.

He gulped down something very like a sob, and both his hand and his voice shook with strong passion as he took the pen.

"I'll sign it; but if ever my turn comes, I'll remember this against you.

This shows what they really are, Bayne.
Oh, if ever you workmen get power, GOD HELP THE WORLD!" These words seemed to come in a great prophetic agony out of a bursting heart.
But the representative of the Unions was neither moved by them nor irritated.
"All right," said he, phlegmatically; "the winner takes his bite: the loser gets his bark: that's reason." Henry Little was in his handling-room, working away, with a bright perspective before him, when Bayne knocked at the door, and entered with Redcar.