Roberts. [Noting it, with dry intensity.] Ye best know whether the condition of the Company is any better than the condition of the men. [Scanning the Directors’ faces.] Ye best know whether ye can afford your tyranny—­but this I tell ye:  If ye think the men will give way the least part of an inch, ye’re making the worst mistake ye ever made. [He fixes his eyes on Scantlebury.] Ye think because the Union is not supporting us—­more shame to it!—­that we’ll be coming on our knees to you one fine morning.  Ye think because the men have got their wives an’ families to think of—­that it’s just a question of a week or two——­

Anthony.  It would be better if you did not speculate so much on what we think.

Roberts.  Aye!  It’s not much profit to us!  I will say this for you, Mr. Anthony—­ye know your own mind! [Staying at Anthony.] I can reckon on ye!

Anthony. [Ironically.] I am obliged to you!

Roberts.  And I know mine.  I tell ye this:  The men will send their wives and families where the country will have to keep them; an’ they will starve sooner than give way.  I advise ye, Mr. Anthony, to prepare yourself for the worst that can happen to your Company.  We are not so ignorant as you might suppose.  We know the way the cat is jumping.  Your position is not all that it might be—­not exactly!

Anthony.  Be good enough to allow us to judge of our position for ourselves.  Go back, and reconsider your own.

Roberts. [Stepping forward.] Mr. Anthony, you are not a young man now; from the time I remember anything ye have been an enemy to every man that has come into your works.  I don’t say that ye’re a mean man, or a cruel man, but ye’ve grudged them the say of any word in their own fate.  Ye’ve fought them down four times.  I’ve heard ye say ye love a fight—­mark my words—­ye’re fighting the last fight ye’ll ever fight!

     [Tench touches Roberts’s sleeve.]

Underwood.  Roberts!  Roberts!

Roberts.  Roberts!  Roberts!  I must n’t speak my mind to the
Chairman, but the Chairman may speak his mind to me!

Wilder.  What are things coming to?

Anthony, [With a grim smile at Wilder.] Go on, Roberts; say what you like!

Roberts. [After a pause.] I have no more to say.

Anthony.  The meeting stands adjourned to five o’clock.

Wanklin. [In a low voice to Underwood.] We shall never settle anything like this.

Roberts. [Bitingly.] We thank the Chairman and Board of Directors for their gracious hearing.

     [He moves towards the door; the men cluster together stupefied;
     then Rous, throwing up his head, passes Roberts and goes out. 
     The others follow.]

Roberts. [With his hand on the door—­maliciously.] Good day, gentlemen! [He goes out.]