Patience Wins | Page 2

forges, and steam-engines, wheels, and lathes.
My father was "Russell"--Alexander--and Uncle Dick, Uncle Jack, and
Uncle Bob were "Company." The business, as I say, was in
Bermondsey, but we lived together and didn't live together at
Canonbury.
That sounds curious, but I'll explain:--We had two houses next door to
each other. Captain's quarters, and the barracks.
My father's house was the Captain's quarters, where I lived with my
mother and sister. The next door, where my uncles were, they called the
barracks, where they had their bedrooms and sitting-room; but they
took all their meals at our table.
As I said before things had gone on very happily till I was sixteen--a
big sturdy ugly boy.
Uncle Dick said I was the ugliest boy he knew.
Uncle Jack said I was the most stupid.
Uncle Bob said I was the most ignorant.
But we were the best of friends all the same.
And now after a great deal of discussion with my father, and several
visits, my three uncles were seated at the table, and I had asked them
about Arrowfield, and you have read their answers.

I attacked them again.
"Oh, I say," I cried, "don't talk to a fellow as if he were a little boy!
Come, Uncle Dick, what sort of a place is Arrowfield?"
"Land of fire."
"Oh!" I cried. "Is it, Uncle Jack?"
"Land of smoke."
"Land of fire and smoke!" I cried excitedly. "Uncle Bob, are they
making fun of me?"
"Land of noise, and gloom, and fog," said Uncle Bob. "A horrible place
in a hole."
"And are we going there?"
"Don't know," said Uncle Bob. "Wait and see."
They went on with their drawings and calculations, and I sat by the fire
in the barrack room, that is, in their sitting-room, trying to read, but
with my head in a whirl of excitement about Arrowfield, when my
father came in, laid his hand on my head, and turned to my uncles.
"Well, boys," he said, "how do you bring it in? What's to be done?"
"Sit down, and let's settle it, Alick," said Uncle Dick, leaning back and
spreading his big beard all over his chest.
"Ah, do!" cried Uncle Jack, rubbing his curly head.
"Once and for all," said Uncle Bob, drawing his chair forward,
stooping down, taking up his left leg and holding it across his right
knee.
My father drew forward an easy-chair, looking very serious, and
resting his hand on the back before sitting down, he said without

looking at me:
"Go to your mother and sister, Jacob."
I rose quickly, but with my forehead wrinkling all over, and I turned a
pitiful look on my three uncles.
"What are you going to send him away for?" said Uncle Dick.
"Because this is not boys' business."
"Oh, nonsense!" said Uncle Jack. "He'll be as interested in it as we
are."
"Yes, let him stop and hear," said Uncle Bob.
"Very good. I'm agreeable," said my father. "Sit down, Jacob."
I darted a grateful look at my uncles, spreading it round so that they all
had a glance, and dropped back into my seat.
"Well," said my father, "am I to speak?"
"Yes."
This was in chorus; and my father sat thinking for a few minutes,
during which I exchanged looks and nods with my uncles, all of which
was very satisfactory.
"Well," said my father at last, "to put it in short, plain English, we four
have each our little capital embarked in our works."
Here there were three nods.
"We've all tried everything we knew to make the place a success, but
year after year goes by and we find ourselves worse off. In three more
bad years we shall be ruined."
"And Jacob will have to set to work and keep us all," said Uncle Dick.

My father looked round at me and nodded, smiling sadly, and I could
see that he was in great trouble.
"Here is our position, then, boys: Grandison and Company are waiting
for our answer in Bermondsey. They'll buy everything as it stands at a
fair valuation; that's one half. The other is: the agents at Arrowfield
are waiting also for our answer about the works to let there."
Here he paused for a few moments and then went on:
"We must look the matter full in the face. If we stay as we are the trade
is so depreciating that we shall be ruined. If we go to Arrowfield we
shall have to begin entirely afresh; to fight against a great many
difficulties; the workmen there are ready to strike, to turn upon you and
destroy."
Uncle Dick made believe to spit in his hands.
"To commit outrages."
Uncle Jack tucked up his sleeves.
"And ratten and blow up."
Uncle Bob half took