the
trade."

"That is the secretaries' fault, not mine," said Henry. "They can't see
I've brought a new trade in, that hurts no old trade, and will spread,
and bring money into the town."

"We are not so ---- soft as swallow that," said the bloated smith.
"Thou's just come t' Hillsborough to learn forging, and when thou'st
mastered that, off to London, and take thy ---- trade with thee."

Henry colored to the brow at the inferior workman's vanity and its
concomitant, detraction. But he governed himself, by a mighty effort,
and said, "Oh, that's your grievance now, is it? Mr. Cheetham--sir--will
you ask some respectable grinder to examine these blades of mine?"

"Certainly. You are right, Little. The man to judge a forger's work is
a grinder, and not another forger. Reynolds, just take a look at them,
will ye?"

A wet grinder of a thoroughly different type and race from the
greyhound, stepped forward. He was thick-set in body, fresh-colored,
and of a square manly countenance. He examined the blades carefully, and
with great interest.

"Well," said Henry, "were they forged by a smith, or a novice that is
come here to learn anvil work?"

Reynolds did not reply to him, nor to Mr. Cheetham: he turned to the
men. "Mates, I'm noane good at lying. Hand that forged these has naught
to learn in Hillsbro', nor any other shop."

"Thank you, Mr. Reynolds," said Henry, in a choking voice. "That is the
first gleam of justice that I--" He could say no more.

"Come, don't you turn soft for a word or two," said Cheetham. "You'll
wear all this out in time. Go to the office. I have something to say to
you."

The something was said. It amounted to this--"Stand by me and I'll stand
by you."

"Well, sir," said Henry, "I think I must leave you if the committees
refuse my offer. It is hard for one man to fight a couple of trades in
such a place as this. But I'm firm in one thing: until those that govern
the unions say 'no' to my offer, I shall go on working, and the scum of
the trades sha'n't frighten me away from my forge."

"That's right; let the blackguards bluster. Bayne tells me you have had
another anonymous."

"Yes, sir."

"Well, look here: you must take care of yourself, outside the works;
but, I'll take care of you inside. Here, Bayne, write a notice that, if
any man molests, intimidates, or affronts Mr. Little, in my works, I'll
take him myself to the town-hall, and get him two months directly. Have
somebody at th