But no union
nonsense. ... You won't have any trouble with the men."
Bonbright was not so sure. ... Presently the boy returned with the
overalls. Lightener wrote a note and handed it to the boy. "Take this
man to Shop One and give this note to Maguire," he said; then he
turned to Bonbright and jerked his thumb toward the door. Bonbright
got up without a word and followed the boy.
In a moment the boy opened a big door, and Bonbright stepped through.
The sight took away his breath--not that he had never seen this room
before, but that he was now seeing it through other eyes, not merely
as a spectator, but as a participant. It seemed to him as if the
dimensions of the room should be measured not in feet, but in acres.
It was enormous, but huge as it was it was all too small for the
tangle of machinery it contained. To Bonbright's eyes it seemed a
tangle. A labyrinth of shafting, countershafting, hung from the high
ceiling, from whose whirring pulleys belts descended to rows upon
rows of machines below.
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