CONCLUSION
"What was it, Mr. Penton?" called Steve, as he saw the superintendent
approaching.
"I shall have to leave you," returned the superintendent. "Jarvis, if
Rush does not need you, you may come with me."
"Is there any trouble, sir?" questioned Steve.
"Yes; there is trouble. Someone has dropped a charge of dynamite down
the cage shaft. They tell me the cage is wrecked. Of course that doesn't
amount to much, if there is no further damage, but there is no telling
where this business is going to end. I must get up to the surface, and
at once."
"Then I am going with you," announced Steve with emphasis. "I am
perfectly able. There is nothing the matter with me except inactivity. I
am anxious to be doing something. But, Mr. Penton, that charge of
dynamite surely was not dropped in from the surface, was it?"
"No; that would not be possible."
"That means that someone in the mine has dropped it from one of the
levels."
"Yes, yes."
"Then I would suggest telephoning to the top of the shaft to have the
ladder hole leading to the open watched, and no one to be allowed to
leave the mine unless able to give a good account of himself."
"Your idea is an excellent one. I will give the order at once."
The superintendent did so; then the men started upward. At Rush's
suggestion the party divided. The mine captain had been picked up in the
meantime, and the four men divided themselves into two parties, each
party taking a level through which it moved, visiting every place where
men were at work, questioning each sharply as to whether any of their
shift had left their work during the last hour.
The search was fruitless. There were not many men working on the night
shift, and beyond considerable ladder climbing, the two parties had
finished their search within a few hours.
The four men met on the surface shortly after midnight.
The Iron Boys had nothing to report; neither had Mr. Penton nor the mine
captain met with any better results. The mystery was still unexplained.
"Rush, you usually have ideas on most subjects. What do you think about
this affair?"
"I hardly know what to think. I have an idea, however, as to where the
charge was dropped from."
"From where was it dropped?" demanded the superintendent sharply.
"From the first sub-level below the surface. You see, it would be very
easy for anyone to go down that ladder there at night, without
attracting attention. He could have dropped the charge down through the
shaft and been out and away long before you telephoned up here."
"That is very true. It may explain that part of the affair."
"We found a fuse on the first sub-level near the shaft, but of course
that doesn't prove anything. It may have been dropped there by any one
of fifty different men."
The superintendent's face was stern as he pondered over the matter that
was disturbing them all.
"Rush, I want you boys to devote your time, during the next few days, to
working on this case. I know of no one else better qualified to do it.
If you can't get to the bottom of the mystery, I know of no one who can.
In the meantime I shall be pursuing some investigations of my own."
"Very well, sir; do you wish us to drop our work?"
"As a matter of fact, yes; but you need not appear to have done so.
Pretend to make your rounds, but devote your time to running down this
mystery. The officials will be back here within the next few days. I
want this affair cleared up before they get here, so work fast. You have
my authority to go to any length necessary to solve the mystery and to
discover the guilty ones. Now, show me what you can do."
"It is a pretty big contract you have given us, sir, but we will do the
best we can. We have personal reasons for wanting to succeed, as you can
understand."
"We have," affirmed Bob Jarvis grimly.
The boys bade the superintendent good night and went to their boarding
place. The following morning found Rush suffering from a severe cold. He
could barely speak, but he went to the mine, nevertheless. The cage was
not yet ready for use, but the superintendent had had the ore skips
rigged to carry men down, which was done at greatly reduced speed, but
at the usual time the mine was in full operation.
All that day the two boys tramped about the mine, part of the time in
company and at other times pursuing their investigations separately.
They talked with the men, working in various subtle ways to obtain hints
that might start them in the right direction.
Night came, but when they compared notes they found that they had made
no progress.
"I would go back to-night," said Steve thoughtfully, "but to do so would
attract attention. They know we do not work at night and someone might
become suspicious."
The next day was a repetition of the previous one so far as results were
concerned. Not a clue did either boy find. This went on for three days,
during which time they had not seen Mr. Penton. He was giving his two
track inspectors a clear field, unhampered by any directions from him,
and this put them on their mettle, perhaps more keenly than would
otherwise have been the case.
"To-morrow will be Saturday. Don't you think it would be a good time for
us to camp on the trail steadily?" asked Jarvis on Friday night as they
were going home.
"I have been thinking of that. I'll tell you what I want you to do
to-morrow. Go to the pay clerk and time checker and find out who is left
in the mine after all hands who are going to do so have checked in and
drawn their wages. When you get the list bring it below to me. I will
meet you somewhere near the chutes on seventeen. I want only the names
of those who belong on the shift working Saturday afternoon. There will
not be many of them."
Jarvis carried out his instructions and brought the list to Rush on the
following day. The two boys scanned the list keenly, after which they
made tours of the working drifts, finding all the men at their stations
and no one in the mine who did not belong there.
"I'm coming back to-night," decided Steve with emphasis. "I am satisfied
that the people we are looking for are not on the day shift. We will
come down about eight o'clock, by way of the ladders, and prowl quietly
about. We will use our candles only when we get in drifts where there is
no one at work."
"We won't catch anyone. They're too sharp for us."
"Perhaps not to-night, but we'll get them if it takes a year to do it.
I'll never give up till I have won this game of hide and seek. When you
go after a thing, Bob, make up your mind you're going to get it. You'll
land somewhere near the mark if you follow that policy."
"I've got the dynamite report here for you."
Steve examined the report carefully. He had done a very shrewd thing. He
had held the keeper of the dynamite stores responsible for a complete
list of all the sticks of dynamite given out to the miners each day, and
then had visited the drifts to find out how many charges had been fired
and how many sticks had been used. As dynamite is never issued, except
for immediate use, there could be none left over after the day's work
was done. By the time the holes are drilled a messenger is on hand with
just enough sticks of the deadly stuff to fill the holes.
After checking up, the young inspectors found that twelve sticks of the
explosive were unaccounted for. They had been drawn from the stores, but
not used.
"We are beginning to get somewhere, old chap," Steve said, nodding to
his companion.
"That means that someone--some unauthorized person--has drawn some
dynamite from the stores, does it not?" questioned Jarvis.
"That is the way I figure it out. It may mean nothing, so far as our
case is concerned, and it may mean much."
The boys remained in the mine as usual until the shift went up at six
o'clock. At the appointed hour, eight o'clock, they made their way back
to the shaft, but instead of going down on the cage they slipped into
the ladder hole and began their descent in this way. It was decided that
Bob should begin at the upper levels and work down, while Steve was to
make his way to the bottom of the shaft and work up. When they met they
would compare notes. Each had a list of every man who had business in
the mine that night, so that they could find out, by asking a man's
name, whether or not he had a right to be there.
Steve had gone directly to the bottom and covered every level up to that
where the pump station was located, about half way up the shaft. He
started along this level, keeping out of sight as much as possible,
which had been the policy of each lad, as agreed upon beforehand.
Steve had not proceeded far when he discovered that someone was walking
along the level ahead of him. At first he thought it was Jarvis, as the
man's hat held no light, and Bob should be somewhere about at that time.
Steve quickened his steps, intending to overhaul the man and speak to
him. All at once the fellow turned abruptly off from the main level,
entering a drift that ran to the south, but as he passed under the
electric light at the turn Steve Rush made a discovery.
The man was heavily bearded and Steve recognized him instantly.
"It's the man Klink," he muttered. "What is he doing in that drift at
this time of night?"
Consulting his list, the boy saw that Klink did not belong to the night
shift of that particular night. He moved up, intending to follow Klink
into the drift, when the man suddenly emerged. Steve flattened himself
on the ground and waited, while the other glanced cautiously up and
down the level. Satisfying himself that no one was about, Klink turned
and walked on.
The watcher lost no time in following, but Rush kept at a safe distance,
dodging when he had to pass an electric light, now and then throwing
himself beside the track flat in the mud and water of the gutter when he
thought Klink was about to look back. In this way he avoided discovery.
Klink continued on until he neared the pump station, when he slackened
his pace. Fortunately for Steve, there were no lights in that part of
the level, so that he had little difficulty in keeping out of sight.
Klink kept on walking until nearly opposite the pump station, when he
suddenly disappeared. For a moment Rush was puzzled; then he discovered
that his man had stepped in between two posts that held up the lagging
at the side of the tunnel.
The boy's eyes gleamed.
"Now, my fine gentleman, we'll find out what is going on here! I believe
I have landed the man I am looking for. I----"
It was just midnight, and the pump man had left his machinery to go for
water to drink with his lunch. Steve understood this, and evidently the
man who was pressed close up against the lagging did also, for he
quickly stepped out, glanced about him, then ran to the square opening
cut in the rocks in which the pump machinery was located.
Rush ran up on tiptoe to within about twenty yards of the pump station.
He was watching Klink narrowly. The latter snatched something from
inside his coat, thrusting the object under the plunger of the largest
of the pumps. Next came something long, slender and white that looked
like a large string.
Almost holding his breath, Steve crept nearer.
"He is attaching a fuse. That was dynamite that he put under the
plunger. He's going to blow up the pumps and flood the mine!"
Klink struck a match and applied it to the end of the fuse.
It was now Steve Rush's time to act. Seconds were precious. The boy
seemed scarcely to touch the ground as he sprinted forward. He was upon
the man before Klink saw him. One swift kick from Steve's heavy boot
toppled the man over on his side.
The Iron Boy snatched the burning fuse from the stick of dynamite and
hurled it from him.
By that time Klink was on his feet. With blazing eyes he rushed at the
boy. Steve believed, and with good reason, that Klink intended to murder
him. But the boy stood calmly awaiting the onslaught. The man was large
and powerful, but this did not daunt the plucky lad.
Klink was now more than three feet from him when, suddenly, Steve's
right foot flew out, catching the fellow fairly in the pit of the
stomach. The man uttered an exclamation, at the same time pressing both
hands to the spot where the heavy boot had landed.
Rush fairly leaped into the air, his fist catching Klink directly
between the eyes. Klink toppled over backwards, and Rush, having lost
his balance, fell prone on top of him.
The fellow's arms and legs instantly clasped the boy in a tight embrace.
But in that one close look into the fellow's eyes, Steve had recognized
him.
"I know you! You're Spooner, and I've got you, you villain!" breathed
the lad, writhing and twisting to get his right knee up where he could
use it to advantage.
Spooner, for it was the same man who had let the trap down under Steve
on the tally-board platform, did not answer. He pressed the boy to him
with a force that made the lad think his ribs were going to be crushed
in. At the same time the man was trying to turn over and get Rush under
him, where he would have quickly settled his young antagonist.
All at once the Iron Boy jerked his knee up, planting it in the other's
abdomen. Now the more Spooner hugged Rush, the harder did the knee
press against him. With a mighty effort the rascal threw himself on his
side. But in doing so he had relaxed his grip. Steve's right arm was
jerked loose, and like a flash the Iron Boy delivered two short-arm
jolts on the side of his opponent's jaw.
The blows half stunned the big man. Steve struck him in the nose with a
blow that was intended to reach the jaw and complete the work.
At that instant there was a shout from down the level. Bob Jarvis came
charging upon the scene.
Steve recognized the voice of his companion.
"I've got him, Bob!" shouted the lad with what little breath he had
left. "I've got him down and out!"
But Spooner was not quite "down and out" yet. He began fighting again in
sheer desperation. His one thought now was to free himself from the grip
of those young arms of steel.
Bob grasped Spooner by the collar, and after a few violent tugs jerked
the fellow free from Steve's embrace. Spooner staggered to his feet.
Bang!
Bob smote him a terrific blow on the jaw, and Spooner dropped in a heap.
He was going to strike the man again when Steve stopped him.
"Get a rope, quick! I'll take care of him. There's some rope over there
by the pumps."
Steve threw the prisoner over on his face, twisting the man's hands
behind his back, and a few minutes later they had the fellow's hands
securely tied behind his back.
About that time the pump-man came running up.
"Telephone to the superintendent that we have the man," commanded Steve.
"Hurry, now! Don't stop to ask questions. Tell him we are bringing the
fellow up in the skip."
Spooner by this time had recovered sufficiently to walk with an Iron Boy
on each side of him. In that formation they made their way to the skip.
"None of your funny business now, unless you want another thump on the
jaw," warned Jarvis threateningly.
Mr. Penton had not arrived when they reached the surface, so they took
their prisoner to the dry house, leaving word with the skip-tender to
send Mr. Penton over there at once.
The superintendent was not long in reaching the shaft, whence he hurried
to the place indicated.
"Mr. Penton, we have caught the guilty man," announced Steve. "There he
is."
"What--who is he?" demanded the official half unbelievingly, peering
sharply at the prisoner.
"On the pay roll he is John Klink. His other name is Spooner. He is
stouter and has grown a beard since you saw him last."
The superintendent uttered an exclamation of amazement. Steve briefly
related all that had occurred. Under pressure, Spooner made a confession
before they left the dry house that night of the whole miserable
business. It was he who had dropped the dynamite into the shaft. But he
declared that it was his partner, Marvin, also working in the mine under
an assumed name, who had lured Steve Rush to the lower level and pushed
him in. It was Marvin, too, who, by thrusting a monkey wrench into the
machinery, had stripped the gear and put the cage mechanism out of
business.
That night the villainous and revengeful Spooner slept in a cell, where
he was destined to remain until his trial and eventual sentence to a
long term in prison.
Marvin somehow got wind of the capture of his associate in crime and
fled. He was never heard from in those parts again.
On the following Monday morning the private car of the visiting
officials once more drew up at the railroad station. Later in the day
the Iron Boys were again summoned to the office of the superintendent.
They supposed it was for a discussion of the Spooner case with Mr.
Penton. They were surprised to find the officials of the company there
awaiting them.
After greeting the lads, Mr. Carrhart made a little speech in which he
paid a glowing tribute to the brave boys, and at its conclusion he
placed a packet in the hands of each.
At the meeting of the officials there, a few days previous, it had been
decided by vote to make the lads a present. The packets contained these
presents. The lads protested, but Mr. Carrhart was almost sternly
insistent.
Upon arriving home Steve and Bob each found in his packet shares of
stock in the big steel company amounting to one thousand dollars. It was
a small fortune for them, yet they had earned it. At least the officials
of the steel company considered that they had.
The Iron Boys had done their full duty. But they were as yet merely at
the beginning of their career. There were stirring days ahead of them,
as well as other promotions for work well and faithfully done.
The story of their further exciting experiences and advancement in the
great industrial world are told in the next volume of this series,
entitled, "THE IRON BOYS AS FOREMEN; Or, Heading the Diamond Drill
Shift."
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Transcriber Note
Minor spelling and punctuation errors have been corrected.
End of Project Gutenberg's The Iron Boys in the Mines, by James R. Mears