[Trembling.] Well, I give you all warning: if the same thing happens again as last night--a troop of half-drunken cubs marching past my windows singing that low song ...
Is it "Bloody Justice" you mean?
You know well enough what I mean. I tell you that if I hear it again I'll get hold of one of you, and--mind, I'm not joking--before the justice he shall go. And if I can find out who it was that made up that vile doggerel ...
It's a grand song, that's what it is!
Another word and I send for the police on the spot, without more ado. I'll make short work with you young fellows. I've got the better of very different men before now.
I believe you there. A real thoroughbred manufacturer will get the better of two or three hundred weavers in the time it takes you to turn round--swallow 'em up, and not leave as much as a bone. He's g