So we walked 'ere."
"Wot energy!"
Black Whiskers--as Dollops had called him--broke in at this juncture, his
thin mouth opening in a grin that showed two rows of blackened teeth.
Cleek twitched round sharply in his direction.
"Yus--wasn't it? An', funny enough, we've plenty more energy ter
come!... But what the 'ell is this factory work 'ere, any'ow? An' any
chawnce of a couple of men gittin' a bit er work to keep the blinkin'
wolf from the door? Who'll tell us?"
A slight silence followed this, a silence in which man looked at man, and
then back again at the ginger-headed lady behind the bar. She raised her
eyebrows and nodded, and then went off into little giggles that shook her
plump figure.
A big man at Cleek's left gave him the answer.
"Factory makes electric fittin's an' such-like, an' ships 'em abroad," he
said, tersely. "Happen you don't unnerstan' the business? Happen the
marster won't want you. Happen you'll 'ave ter move on, I'm a-thinkin'."
"Happen I won't!" retorted Cleek, with a loud guffaw.
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