Damn him! He went wi' his mealy-mouthed face, that turns me sick to look at, a-asking for work, though he knowed well enough the new rule, o' pledging themselves to give nought to th' Unions; nought to help the starving turn-out! Why he'd a clemmed to death, if th' Union had na helped him in his pinch. There he went, ossing to promise aught, and pledge himsel' to aught--to tell a' he know'd on our proceedings, the good-for-nothing Judas! But I'll say this for Hamper, and thank him for it at my dying day, he drove Boucher away, and would na listen to him--ne'er a word--though folk standing by, says the traitor cried like a babby!"

Damn him! He went wi' his mealy-mouthed face, asking for work, though he knowed well enough the new rule, o' pledging to give nought to th' Unions! Why, he'd a clemmed to death, if th' Union had na helped him. The good-for-nothing Judas! But I'll say this for Hamper, he drove Boucher away, and would na listen to him, though folk says the traitor cried like a babby!'
