'Aye, maybe,'
Nan shook her head. 'But what about the grinders?
He can find himself more grinders just like that!' She snapped
her fingers.
Frank Sterndale
nodded, his face serious. 'You're right about that; the grinders
are risking most, but they're more determined than any of
us. Stop fretting. Dyson shan't know which of his workers
signed or not. You won't find his name on the list!'
