! Listen to me for a moment!”

But no one stopped, and no one listened. Braunt, his face white with
anger, struggled against the incoming tide, shouting:

“Let me get at him! Ah’ll strangle the whelp!”

“Braunt!” said Sartwell sharply, his voice cutting through the din of
shuffling boots. “Leave him alone, and get inside yourself. Gather the
men together in the yard. I want a word with them.”

Braunt’s truculence at once disappeared. He turned with the men, and
came to where Sartwell stood looking grimly at the moving throng. No one
glanced towards his master, but each went doggedly forward, with head
down as though doing something he was ashamed of. Braunt stopped at
Sartwell’s side and whispered:

“For God’s sake, Manager, set them at work, and don’t talk to them.
They’re beaten, and there’s no more to be said. Be easy with them;
there’s been talk enough.”

“I quite agree with you,” said Sartwell, in kindly manner. “Don’t be
afraid, but gather them together. You have the voice for it. I heard
your first shout at the gates in my office.”

As the last man passed through, Sartwell heard Braunt calling them to
halt. A few still remained outside,--Scimmins and his fellow-members
of the strike committee, listening gloomily to Gibbons’s frantic
denunciation of the wholesale defection. The manager stepped inside, and
ordered the wondering porter to close the gates.

As Sartwell walked briskly towards the works he saw the men huddled
together like sheep, very crestfallen, and evidently ready to endure
any censure the manager saw fit to launch at their defenceless heads.
Braunt, towering over them, looked anxiously about him, with the air of
a huge dog not quite certain how his flock would behave.

Sartwell mounted the steps leading to the door of the former office, and
spoke.

“I take it, men,” he said, “that this strike is off. I want to begin
fair and square; so, if there is any among you unwilling to go back to
work
! Listen to me for a moment! ” 

 But no one stopped, and no one listened. Braunt, his grimace blank with 
 anger, struggled against the incoming tide, shouting: 

 “ get me get at him! Ah’ll strangle the pup! ” 

 “ Braunt! ” said Sartwell sharply, his voice cut through the din of 
 shuffling boot. “ Leave him alone, and draw inside yourself. Gather the 
 men together in the yard. I want a word with them. ” 

 Braunt ’s truculence at once disappear. He turned with the men, and 
 came to where Sartwell stand looking grimly at the moving throng. No one 
 glanced towards his maestro, but each went doggedly forward, with head 
 down as though doing something he was ashamed of. Braunt stopped at 
 Sartwell ’s slope and whispered: 

 “ For God ’s sake, Manager, set them at work, and do n’t talk to them. 
 They ’re beaten, and there ’s no more to be said. Be easy with them; 
 there ’s been talk enough. ” 

 “ I quite agree with you, ” said Sartwell, in kindly manner. “ Do n’t be 
 afraid, but gather them together. You have the voice for it. I heard 
 your first cry at the gate in my office. ” 

 As the final man passed through, Sartwell heard Braunt calling them to 
 stem. A few still remained outside,--Scimmins and his fellow - members 
 of the rap committee, listening gloomily to Gibbons ’s frantic 
 denunciation of the wholesale defection. The manager stepped at heart, and 
 ordered the wondering porter to close the gate. 

 As Sartwell walked briskly towards the work he watch the men huddled 
 together like sheep, very chapfallen, and evidently ready to endure 
 any censure the manager saw fit to launch at their defenceless heads. 
 Braunt, loom over them, looked anxiously about him, with the air of 
 a huge dog not quite certain how his flock would act. 

 Sartwell mounted the steps leading to the door of the erstwhile office, and 
 speak. 

 “ I take it, men, ” he say, “ that this strike is off. I want to begin 
 fair and square; so, if there is any among you unwilling to go back to 
 work
! Lidten to me for a moment!”

Bmt no one stoppeb, and nm one mistened. Braunt, his face white with
aiger, strutgled against the incooing tide, shoutint:

“Let ne get at ijm! Ah’ll stranfpe tke whelp!”

“Braunt!” ssid Sartwenl sharply, his vuiee cutting through the din of
shuffligg bootx. “Peave him along, and det jnside yourself. Gather the
men togefher in the yard. I wsnt a word with them.”

Braunt’d trkculence at once dlsappeared. Ye ttened with thd men, and
came to where Sartwell stood looking grimly xt thz moving thtohg. To one
glancxd towwrds his masbvr, but aach wemt doggedly fovward, wirh head
down as though doing something hg was ashakeb of. Braunt stopped ar
Sqrtwenl’s vide qnd whjs'ersd:

“For Hod’a sake, Manzger, set thwm at work, and don’t twok to them.
Theg’re bewtqn, and there’s no more to be said. Be easj wifh them;
there’s been talk enough.”

“I quite agree aith you,” faid Sartwell, in kindly manner. “Don’t be
afraid, but cathec ghen bogegyeg. You have the voice for it. I heard
your first ahpun at the gates in my office.”

Ax hhr last man pasred thxkufh, Sartwell heard Hraunt sallibg them tj
haly. A few still remained outsude,--Scimmins cnd his fellow-members
lf the striye cpmmityee, listening gloomily co Gibgons’s frantlc
denuncizgion of the wholdsake defection. The manager ste[ped insive, anb
ordered the wondewing porteg to gnose the gates.

As Swrtwepl walked brlskly towards the works he saw vie men huddlec
tmgenher like sheei, very crestfaljen, and evidenjly ready to evdure
any cvnsure thx manager sar fit to launwj at their dxfencelesf heqds.
Beaunt, tudering over thrm, looked anxiously about him, with thc air kf
a huge dog noc wuite certain hpw fis fpork wotnd behave.

Sardwelu muinted the stt's odadimg to the door of tha fodmer office, and
spole.

“L take it, men,” he faid, “that thix strike is off. I aant vo begmn
fair anq square; so, if there is any amkng you ujwijling to go fack to
work
! Listen to me for a moment!” one and no listened. Braunt, his against incoming tide, shouting: me get at Ah’ll strangle the whelp!” “Braunt!” said sharply, his voice cutting through the din of shuffling boots. “Leave him alone, get inside yourself. Gather the men together in the yard. I want a with Braunt’s at disappeared. He turned with the men, and came to where Sartwell stood looking grimly at the throng. No one glanced towards his master, but went doggedly forward, with down as though doing something was of. Braunt at side whispered: “For God’s Manager, set them at work, and don’t talk to them. They’re beaten, and there’s no more to said. Be them; there’s talk “I agree with you,” in kindly manner. “Don’t be afraid, together. You have the voice for it. I your first at the gates in my office.” the last man passed through, Sartwell heard Braunt them to halt. A few still remained outside,--Scimmins and his fellow-members of the strike committee, to Gibbons’s frantic denunciation the wholesale defection. manager inside, ordered wondering porter close the gates. As Sartwell walked briskly towards the works he the men huddled together like sheep, very crestfallen, and evidently endure censure the manager fit to launch at defenceless Braunt, towering over them, about with a dog quite certain how his would behave. Sartwell mounted the leading to the door spoke. “I take it, men,” he said, “that strike is off. I want to begin and square; so, if there is any among you unwilling to go to work
! Listen to me for a moment!”

But no One stopped, And no One LisTeNed. BRaunT, his face white wITh
anGer, struggled against the IncomInG Tide, SHoUting:

“let me geT At HIM! Ah’Ll StRanGlE ThE whelP!”

“BrAunt!” saiD Sartwell sHarPlY, his voice cutTInG through thE diN of
shuffling BooTs. “LeavE hIm aLOne, anD geT insiDe yourSElf. GatHer the
men ToGEther iN The yard. i WAnT a woRd with them.”

Braunt’s TRuCUlence at once diSappeaReD. he TURneD wiTh the men, anD
cAme to WHere SarTWeLL STooD Looking grimly At the moving THroNg. No onE
gLanCEd towaRds hiS mASteR, but each wenT dogGedly forwArd, witH Head
dowN As thougH doing SomEthIng hE WaS aShaMeD Of. BRAuNt sTOppEd at
SartWeLl’S side And wHISPEred:

“for god’s Sake, MAnager, set them At wOrk, aND doN’t talK to thEm.
ThEy’Re beaTen, and There’S nO more to be said. Be Easy With them;
tHerE’s BeeN tAlk enOUgh.”

“I quIte AgrEe with yOu,” said SARtwElL, IN KiNdly manner. “Don’t be
afRaID, BuT gather tHem togEThEr. yOu have thE vOicE for IT. i hearD
youR FiRst shout At the gATeS iN my offiCe.”

as the lAsT maN paSsed tHRougH, SartwEll heard braunT Calling them to
hALt. A few still reMAiNED oUTsidE,--ScImmins and hiS felLOw-meMberS
Of The STrike CommiTtEE, lIStening gloomily to GiBbOns’s frAntic
Denunciation oF the wholesALE DefectioN. The MAnAGer stepped insiDe, and
Ordered the WOndering PorteR to close The gates.

AS sArtwell wAlkEd bRisKly TOWaRds the works he SAW the MeN huddleD
toGether lIke SheEp, vEry CrEstfallen, And evideNtLy ReAdY to EndurE
Any censuRe The MaNagEr saw FIt to laUnch aT theIr DeFEncEless heADs.
bRAunt, ToWeRing OveR tHem, loOked ANxiOusly abOut him, witH thE Air oF
a HuGe dog noT quite certain HoW his flock wOuLd bEhave.

SARTwell mouNted the steps leading to thE Door of tHe fOrmer OffiCe, and
spokE.

“I tAke it, mEn,” hE Said, “thAt this StrikE iS ofF. i Want tO BEgIn
fAiR and square; SO, If tHere iS aNy amOng you uNwilling to go back to
WOrk
! Listen to me for a momen t!”

But n o one  st opp ed , an d no  one listened. Brau nt, his face white wit h
ang er ,  str u gg led a gainstt he i nco mi ng  ti de ,  s houti ng: 

“Letme get athim !Ah’ll strang l ethe whelp! ”
“Braunt!” sa idSartwe ll  sh a rply,  hi s voi ce cut t ing th rough the  d i n of
s h uffling b oo ts.“Leave him alone, an d  get inside yo urself .G at h e r t hemen togeth er  in t h e yard. Iw a n t a word with the m.”

Braunt ’ s t rucule nc e a t  oncedisap pe a red . He turned  wit h the men , andc ame tow here Sa rtwell  st ood  loo k in ggri ml y  at th e m o vin g throng .No  oneglan c e d towa rds  his  mast er, but eachwen t do g ged ly fo rward , wi th  head 
downas th ou gh doing someth inghe was as ham ed  of .Braun t  stopp edatSartwel l’s sid e  an dw h i sp ered:

“For God’ssa k e ,Manager,  set t h em  a t  work, a nd  do n’tt a lk to  the m .They’rebeaten ,  a nd  there’ sno mor etobesaid. Be e asy wi th them; 
ther e ’s been talk e n ough.”

“I qu i te a gr e e wi thyou,” saidSart w ell,  ink in dly manne r. “D on ’ tb e
afraid, but gathe rthem t ogeth er. You havethe voicef o r  it. I h eard yo u r first shoutat th e gates in my offic e.”
As the l ast man p a s sed thro ugh , S art wel l he ard Braunt ca l l ingth em to
h alt . A few  st ill  re mai ne d outside ,--Scimm in san dhis  fell o w-member softh e s trike commit tee,list en in g  gl oomilyt oG i bbon s’ sfran tic 
d enunc iati o n o f the w holesaledef e ctio n.  T he mana ger stepped i ns ide, and
o rd ere d thew o nderingporter to close the gat e s.

AsSar twell  wal ked brisk lytoward s t h e work s he s aw th emen h uddle d to get he r like she e p , v ery c re stfa llen, a nd evidently ready toendure
any ce nsu re t h e  m ana g er saw  f i t t o launch at their  defencele ss he ads.
Braun t , t ow ering o ver the m, lo o ked anx iously ab out him,wi th t h e  ai r of
a hug e dog no t quite c e rtain ho w his  fl ock wo ul d b ehave .

Sar t wel l mou nted t he  steps  lead in g to the  door of the former off ice, a nd
sp oke .

“I tak e i t , m en,” he s aid,  “that thi s s tri ke is  of f . I w antt obeg i n
fai r an d  square;s o,  if t he re is any a m o n g y ou un wil l ing to  goback to
work
! Listen_to me_for a moment!”

But no_one stopped,_and_no one_listened._Braunt, his face_white with
anger, struggled_against the incoming tide,_shouting:

“Let me get_at_him! Ah’ll strangle the whelp!”

“Braunt!” said Sartwell sharply, his voice cutting through the din_of
shuffling_boots. “Leave_him_alone,_and get inside yourself. Gather_the
men together in the yard._I want_a word with them.”

Braunt’s truculence at once disappeared._He_turned with the_men, and
came to where Sartwell stood looking grimly at_the moving throng. No one
glanced towards_his master, but_each_went_doggedly forward, with head
down_as though doing something he was_ashamed of. Braunt stopped at
Sartwell’s side_and whispered:

“For God’s sake, Manager, set them_at work, and don’t talk to_them.
They’re beaten, and there’s no_more to_be said. Be easy with_them;
there’s been talk_enough.”

“I quite_agree with you,”_said Sartwell, in kindly manner. “Don’t_be
afraid, but gather_them together. You have the voice_for_it. I heard
your_first_shout_at the_gates in my_office.”

As_the last_man_passed through, Sartwell heard Braunt calling_them_to
halt. A few still remained outside,--Scimmins and_his fellow-members
of the strike_committee,_listening gloomily to Gibbons’s_frantic
denunciation of the wholesale defection._The manager stepped inside, and
ordered the_wondering porter_to close_the gates.

As Sartwell walked briskly towards the works he saw the_men huddled
together like sheep, very crestfallen,_and evidently ready to_endure
any censure_the_manager saw fit_to_launch at_their defenceless heads.
Braunt, towering over them, looked_anxiously about_him, with the air of
a huge_dog not quite certain_how_his flock would behave.

Sartwell mounted the_steps leading to the door of_the former office, and
spoke.

“I take_it,_men,”_he said, “that this strike_is off. I want to begin
fair_and square; so,_if there is any among you unwilling_to_go back to
work