n all the other Unions put together. We
consider the entrance of this ingenuous personage on the scene a bad
omen, and shall watch all future proceedings with increased suspicion."

Henry had hardly done reading this, when a man came into the works,
and brought him his fifteen pounds back from Mr. Jobson, and a line,
offering him his expenses to London, and two pounds per week, from the
Edge-Tool Forgers' box, till he should find employment. Henry took his
money, and sent back word that the proposal came too late; after the
dastardly attempt to assassinate him, he should defy the Unions, until
they accepted his terms. Jobson made no reply. And Henry defied the
Unions.

The Unions lay still, like some great fish at the bottom of a pool, and
gave no sign of life or animosity. This did not lull Henry into a false
security. He never relaxed a single precaution. He avoided "Woodbine
Villa;" he dodged and doubled like a hare, to hide his own abode. But he
forged, handled, and finished, in spite of the Unions.

The men were civil to him in the yard, and he had it all his own way,
apparently.

He was examined by a surgeon, and reported healthy. He paid the
insurance premium, and obtained the policy. So now he felt secure, under
the aegis of the Press, and the wing of the "Gosshawk." By-and-by, that
great fish I have mentioned gave a turn of its tail, and made his placid
waters bubble a little.

A woman came into the yard, with a can of tea for her husband, and a
full apron. As she went out, she emptied a set of tools out of her apron
on to an old grindstone, and slipped out.

The news of this soon traveled into the office, and both Cheetham and
Bayne came out to look at them.

They were a set of carving-tools, well made, and highly polished; and
there was a scrap of paper with this distich:

"We are Hillsborough made,
Both haft and blade."

Cheetham examined them, and said, "Well, they are clever fellows. I
declare these come very near Little's: call him down and let us draw
him."

Bayne called to Henry, and that brought him down, and several more, who
winded something.

"Just look at these," said Cheetham.

Little colored: he saw the finger of the Unions at once, and bristled
all over with caution and hostility.

"I see them, sir. They are very fair specimens of cutlery; and there are
only about twenty tools wanting to make a complete set; but there is one
defect in them as carving-tools."

"What