Harold Bindloss

“ One could, of course, turn up the vessel and then try to find out why the valve did not work, but this might spoil the charge, and the stoppage would bring Savile. Besides, Grey had a vague suspicion that the fault was not in the machinery.
The air was not cut off, and as the mouth of the converter travelled along its arc, the lowered flame touched the roof. Grey heard the slates crack, and felt desperately for the lifting gear. Since he could not stop the blast, he must swing the converter up again. Spoiling the steel did not matter now; he must save the men. ”

“ He didn't like works-manager, and mill was running slack."
Grey pondered this. Russell was a good converter-man. Savile knew him, and would, no doubt, engage him for a time if Grey asked for leave. But Grey did not mean to ask—anyhow, not yet. When one was getting old, it was prudent to stick to one's job. Besides, if he could hold out a little longer, he would soon be able to stop for good. In the meantime he wanted his son-in-law to go, but Tyson did not.
"Meg reckoned you were after Forsyth's shop and cottages, and, if you have got the money, they might be worth buying," Tyson resumed. ”

“ There's some risks one must run, and some one needn't, and I'm having none o' last kind. In fact, you're gan t' stop and lie off until you're weel enough to mannish converter."
Grey fought hard, but Tyson was resolute, and his wife supported him. If it was necessary, she declared, Grey must let the mortgage go. There were a large number of men in the mill, and though very few owned houses, nearly all had wives and bairns. If an accident happened and lives were lost, Grey would be accountable. If he would not hear reason, she would go to Savile. ”