right on him, and, ah--I saw the son
covered with the father's blood."

He shuddered visibly, at the recollection. "Ay," said he, "the man a
corpse, and the lad an idiot. One faulty stone did that, within four
yards of me, in a moment of time."

"Good heavens!"

"I was grinding at the next stone but one. He was taken, and I was left.
It might just as well have been the other way. No saw-grinder can make
sure, when he gets on his horsing, that he will come off it alive."

The visitor left Henry to think of this while he drew Bayne aside, and
spoke on another matter.

Afterward, all three left the works together; and Henry was so pleased
with his new ally, that he told him, at the gate, he should be glad if
he might be allowed to make his acquaintance.

"By all means," said the other. "I am quite at your service. You will
find me at the 'Cutlers' Arms.'"

"Who shall I ask for?"

"George Grotait."

"Grotait. The devil!"

"No, no. Not quite so bad as that."

"What," said Henry, roughly, "do you mean to say you are old Smitem?"

"That is a name FOOLS give me."

Henry had no reply ready, and so the sturdy old secretary got the better
of him again, and went his way unruffled.

Henry scolded Bayne for not telling him. Bayne excused himself on the
ground that he thought everybody knew Grotait. He added, "He knew you,
and told me if he could serve you, without being unjust to the Trades, I
was to tell him."

Henry replied to this only by a snort of defiance, and bade him
good-night.

The next day and the next were spent in other works, and then Henry,
having no more facts to learn, fell into deep dejection again. He saw
he must either cheat Dr. Amboyne, by shamming work, or else must leave
Hillsborough.

He had the honesty to go to the doctor and say that he had mastered
the whole matter, and didn't see his way to take any more wages from a
friend.

"You mean you have mastered the broad facts."

"I have, sir, and they are beyond belief; especially the file-cutters.
They are the most numerous of all the Trades, and die like sheep. If
your notion about Life, Labor, and Capital is right, the Trades are
upside down; for the deadliest are the worst paid."

"And are you prepared with the remedies?"

"Not I."

"Yet you fancy you are at the end of your work. Why, you are only
beginning. Now comes the real brain work; invention. Now are craniology
and you upon your trial. But you are quite right about weekly