They were both a good deal staggered by the fate of Simmons, Parkin especially, who was rather superstitious.  He had changed sides, and was now inclined to connive, or, at all events to temporize; to abandon the matter till a more convenient time.  Grotait, on the other hand, whose vanity the young man had irritated, was bent on dismounting his forge.  But even he had cooled a little, and was now disinclined to violence.  He suggested that it must be easy to drive a smith out of a church, by going to the parochial authorities; and they could also send Little an anonymous letter, to tell him the Trades had their eyes on him; by this double stroke, they would probably bring him to some reasonable terms.

It certainly was a most unfortunate thing that Little passed that way just then; unfortunate that Youth is so impetuous.

He crossed the street to speak to these two potentates, whom it was his interest to let alone—­if he could only have known it.

“Well, gentlemen, have you seen Simmons?”

“No,” said Mr. Parkin.

“What, not been to see the poor fellow who owes his death to you?”

“He is not dead yet.”

“No, thank Heaven!  He has got a good work to do first; some hypocrites, assassins, and cowards to expose.”

Parkin turned pale; Grotait’s eye glistened like a snake’s:  he made Parkin a rapid signal to say nothing, but only listen.

“He has begun by telling me who it was that put gunpowder into my forge, and how it was done.  I have forgiven him.  He was only the tool of much worse villains; base, cowardly, sneaking villains.  Those I shall not forgive.  Oh, I shall know all about it before long.  Good-morning.”

This information and threat, and the vindictive bitterness and resolution with which the young man had delivered it, struck terror into the gentle Parkin, and shook even Grotait.  The latter, however, soon recovered himself, and it became a battle for life or death between him and Little.

He invited Parkin to his own place, and there the pair sat closeted.

Dan Tucker and Sam Cole were sent for.

Tucker came first.  He was instantly dispatched to Simmons, with money from the Saw Grinders’ box.  He was to ascertain how much Simmons had let out, and to adjure him to be true to the Trade, and split on no man but himself.  When he had been gone about twenty minutes, Sam Cole came in, and was instructed to get two other men in place of Simmons, and be in readiness to do Little.

By-and-by Tucker returned with news.  Simmons had at present split only on himself; but the women were evidently in love with Little; said he was their only friend; and he, Tucker, foresaw that, with their co-operation, Simmons would be turned inside out by Little before he died.

Grotait struck his hand on the table.  “The Unions are in danger,” said he.  “There is but one way, Little must be made so that he can’t leave Cairnhope while Simmons is alive.”