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out he saw Hunter approaching the house. Harlow drew back hastily and returned to his work, and as he went he passed the word to the other men, warning them of the approach of Misery.
Hunter entered ii his usual manner and, after crawling quietly about the house for about ten minutes, he went into the drawing room.
`I see you're putting the finishing touches on at last,' he said.
`Yes,' replied Owen. `I've only got this bit of outlining to do now.'
`Ah, well, it looks very nice, of course,' said Misery in a voice of mourning, `but we've lost money over it. It's taken you a week longer to do than we allowed for; you said three weeks and it's taken you a month; and we only allowed for fifteen books of gold, but you've been and used twenty-three.'
`You can hardly blame me for that, you know,' answered Owen. `I could have got it done in the three weeks, but Mr Rushton told me not to hurry for the sake of a day or two, because he wanted a good job. He said he would rather lose a little over it than spoil it; and as for the extra gold, that was also his order.'
`Well, I suppose it can't be helped,' whined Misery. `Anyhow, I'm very glad it's done, because this kind of work don't pay. We'll 'ave you back on the brush on Monday morning; we want to get outside done next week if it keeps fine.'
The `brush' alluded to by Nimrod was the large `pound' brush used in ordinary painting.
Misery now began wandering about the house, in and out of the rooms, sometimes standing for several minutes silently watching the hands as they worked. As he watched them the men became nervous and awkward, each one dreading that he might be one of those who were to be paid off at one o'clock.
At about five minutes to twelve Hunter went down to the paint-shop - the scullery - where Crass was mixing some colour, and getting ready some `empties' to be taken to the yard.
`I suppose the b--r's gone to ask Crass which of us is the least use,' whispered Harlow to Easton.
`I wouldn't be surprised if it was you and me, for two,' replied the latter in the same tone. `You can't trust Crass you know, for all 'e seems so friendly to our faces. You never know what 'e ses behind our backs.'
`You may be sure it won't be Sawkins or any of the other light-weights, because Nimrod won't want to pay us sixpence ha'penny for painting guttering and rainpipes when THEY can do it near enough for fourpence ha'penny and fivepence. They won't be able to do the sashes, though, will they?'
`I don't know so much about that,' replied Easton. `Anything seems to be good enough for Hunter.'
`Look out! Ere 'e comes!' said Harlow, and they both relapsed into silence and busied themselves with their work. Misery stood watching them for some time without speaking, and then went out of the house. They crept cautiously to the window of a room that overlooked the garden and, peeping furtively out, they saw him standing on the brink of one of the trenches, moodily watching Bundy and his mates as they toiled at the drains. Then, to their surprise and relief, he turned and went out of the gate! They just caught sight of one of the wheels of his bicycle as he rode away.
The slaughter was evidently to be put off until next week! It seemed too good to be true.
`P'hap's 'e's left a message for some of us with Crass?' suggested Easton. `I don't think it's likely, but it's just possible.'
`Well, I'm goin' down to ask 'im,' said Harlow, desperately. `We may as well know the worst at once.'
He returned in a few minutes with the information that Hunter had decided not to stop anyone that day because he wanted to get the outside finished during the next week, if possible.
The hands received this intelligence with mixed feelings, because although it left them safe for the present, it meant that nearly everybody would certainly be stopped next Saturday, if not before; whereas if a few had been sacked today it would have made it all the better for the rest. Still, this aspect of the business did not greatly interfere with the relief that
Hunter entered ii his usual manner and, after crawling quietly about the house for about ten minutes, he went into the drawing room.
`I see you're putting the finishing touches on at last,' he said.
`Yes,' replied Owen. `I've only got this bit of outlining to do now.'
`Ah, well, it looks very nice, of course,' said Misery in a voice of mourning, `but we've lost money over it. It's taken you a week longer to do than we allowed for; you said three weeks and it's taken you a month; and we only allowed for fifteen books of gold, but you've been and used twenty-three.'
`You can hardly blame me for that, you know,' answered Owen. `I could have got it done in the three weeks, but Mr Rushton told me not to hurry for the sake of a day or two, because he wanted a good job. He said he would rather lose a little over it than spoil it; and as for the extra gold, that was also his order.'
`Well, I suppose it can't be helped,' whined Misery. `Anyhow, I'm very glad it's done, because this kind of work don't pay. We'll 'ave you back on the brush on Monday morning; we want to get outside done next week if it keeps fine.'
The `brush' alluded to by Nimrod was the large `pound' brush used in ordinary painting.
Misery now began wandering about the house, in and out of the rooms, sometimes standing for several minutes silently watching the hands as they worked. As he watched them the men became nervous and awkward, each one dreading that he might be one of those who were to be paid off at one o'clock.
At about five minutes to twelve Hunter went down to the paint-shop - the scullery - where Crass was mixing some colour, and getting ready some `empties' to be taken to the yard.
`I suppose the b--r's gone to ask Crass which of us is the least use,' whispered Harlow to Easton.
`I wouldn't be surprised if it was you and me, for two,' replied the latter in the same tone. `You can't trust Crass you know, for all 'e seems so friendly to our faces. You never know what 'e ses behind our backs.'
`You may be sure it won't be Sawkins or any of the other light-weights, because Nimrod won't want to pay us sixpence ha'penny for painting guttering and rainpipes when THEY can do it near enough for fourpence ha'penny and fivepence. They won't be able to do the sashes, though, will they?'
`I don't know so much about that,' replied Easton. `Anything seems to be good enough for Hunter.'
`Look out! Ere 'e comes!' said Harlow, and they both relapsed into silence and busied themselves with their work. Misery stood watching them for some time without speaking, and then went out of the house. They crept cautiously to the window of a room that overlooked the garden and, peeping furtively out, they saw him standing on the brink of one of the trenches, moodily watching Bundy and his mates as they toiled at the drains. Then, to their surprise and relief, he turned and went out of the gate! They just caught sight of one of the wheels of his bicycle as he rode away.
The slaughter was evidently to be put off until next week! It seemed too good to be true.
`P'hap's 'e's left a message for some of us with Crass?' suggested Easton. `I don't think it's likely, but it's just possible.'
`Well, I'm goin' down to ask 'im,' said Harlow, desperately. `We may as well know the worst at once.'
He returned in a few minutes with the information that Hunter had decided not to stop anyone that day because he wanted to get the outside finished during the next week, if possible.
The hands received this intelligence with mixed feelings, because although it left them safe for the present, it meant that nearly everybody would certainly be stopped next Saturday, if not before; whereas if a few had been sacked today it would have made it all the better for the rest. Still, this aspect of the business did not greatly interfere with the relief that