A COWARDLY BLOW
A TRAINLOAD of miners was brought into the town on the following
morning. Not half a dozen of them got to the mines. Pickets halted the
men at the station and "argued" to such good purpose that the newcomers
joined the union then and there, save for a few who slipped through the
ranks of the pickets and made their way to the mines.
This kept up for several days. As fast as the company sent new men into
the mining region the strikers would "gobble" them up. The strike was
being strengthened every day.
The face of Cavard, the walking delegate, wore a self-satisfied smile.
All his well-laid schemes were working out according to programme. The
only real opposition that he had had, that of the Iron Boys, had
apparently wholly disappeared.
Steve and Bob were not idle, however. Aside from their daily work in the
mines, they had set for themselves the difficult task of gathering
sufficient evidence against Cavard to prove to the striking miners that
their leader was merely using the strike for his own selfish purposes.
There was more or less work done in the mines, though no large quantity
of ore was being mined. However, the company was making a very
respectable showing, owing to the efforts of the Iron Boys, who
accomplished the greater part of the executive work that was done. Mr.
Penton's time was largely taken up on the surface, while the mine
captains spent most of their hours at the mouths of the shafts, looking
out for the safety of the shafts and the machinery.
The striking miners had held themselves well in check so far as the
company's property was concerned. They made no attempt to damage it, but
the loyal men had suffered. Of late the strikers had taken to beating
the men as they came from work, whenever the strikers could lure a man
out of the sight of others.
This caused some of the workers to quit. They had become frightened.
Threats were being circulated that the workers would be even more
roughly handled if they did not stop working and join the strikers.
Steve had not seen Miss Cavard since the evening when she had halted him
and warned him against attending the meeting. He had thought over that
warning several times since. It told him that the attack on himself and
companion at the hall had been part of a prearranged plan. Miss Cavard
evidently had learned of it through her brother, and she had sought to
dissuade Steve from attending the meeting.
"There must be some good in the girl, or she wouldn't have done that,"
Steve decided as he was passing the Cavard home one evening.
The strike had been on for about six weeks, and thus far the Iron Boys
had avoided coming into conflict with the strikers, though the lads had
been goaded almost to the point of desperation every time they showed
themselves at the shaft, or where the strikers were congregated in the
village. The strikers often sought to draw the boys into a fight, so
that they might have a good excuse to beat the lads.
Rush and Jarvis were too shrewd to be caught in the trap. By this time
they had become more and more a thorn in the side of Cavard. They were
interfering with his plans. Their activity was too great to suit him,
and the walking delegate planned to rid himself of his young foes in a
way that would effectively dispose of them.
As Steve was passing the Cavard home on the evening in question, he
glanced up and saw Miss Cavard standing on the front door step.
"Good evening, Mr. Rush," she greeted him. "Won't you come in?"
"No, thank you."
"I wish you would. I want to talk to you."
"You will excuse me, but I could not think of entering your brother's
home, Miss Cavard."
"He is not at home. He is away much of the time now. I feel that I may
trust you, Mr. Rush. I do not approve of my brother's actions, but he is
my brother, just the same."
"I understand," murmured the boy.
"You remember an occasion, some time ago, when I begged you not to
attend a certain meeting, do you not?"
"I do, indeed."
"You saw that my warning was not idle chatter?"
"I did."
"I like you, Mr. Rush. You are a fine young man, and I am going to warn
you again."
"What, more trouble?" smiled Steve.
"There may be."
"What is it this time?"
"I cannot tell you, for I do not know. I do know that you have enemies
who are plotting to do you harm. They will get you yet."
"I am not afraid of them," answered Steve, drawing himself up proudly.
"I know that. That is what worries me. What can you, a boy, do against a
great crowd of men who are getting desperate? Oh, what terrible things
these strikes are! How my heart aches for some of the wives and children
of the striking miners! They are actually suffering. I am doing what I
can for the worst cases, and----"
"Can I help you, Miss Cavard? I should like to help someone who is
suffering," said Rush quickly, evincing a sudden interest in what the
girl was saying.
"Perhaps you might, but that is not what I wanted to speak with you
about. I want to warn you again."
"Well, I am listening. What is the great danger that threatens me this
time?"
"I told you I did not know. But you must leave town. You can take a
vacation. I am sure your employers will be glad to give you one. Why not
go home and visit your mother until this strike is ended?"
Rush gazed at the girl suspiciously. For the moment he harbored a
suspicion that the girl herself was a part of the plot she said was
being hatched against him. But he put the thought aside as unworthy.
"I couldn't do that, Miss Cavard. I should be a coward if I did, and no
one shall accuse me of cowardice. I am going to stay here as long as the
company has use for my services. If I am assaulted I shall do the best I
can to defend myself. You may tell your brother that I do not fear him,
if you choose."
"I shall do nothing of the sort," answered the girl sharply, flushing.
"I wish I might say something that would change you, that would make you
heed me."
"I appreciate your kindness; believe me, I do, Miss Cavard, but my duty
is to my employers, and here I shall remain. If I get the worst of it, I
shall know that I have done my duty----"
"There comes my brother. You must go."
Steve swung down the street at once. Half way down the block he met
Cavard face to face.
The walking delegate stopped directly in front of the young man.
"Well, my friend, what do you think of the strike now?" demanded Cavard
in a mocking tone.
"What do I think? I think it is the greatest outrage that was ever
perpetrated on a body of men who have not the power to think for
themselves. You will have much to answer for at the day of reckoning,
Mr. Cavard."
"I'll pass all that, Rush. I have been talking with the men lately. They
express themselves as being sorry for the way they used you. They want
to make amends----"
"So I should judge from the way they act toward me when they meet me
outside," interrupted Steve.
"That has all been a mistake. The men who have annoyed you are not the
representative miners. They are the men who have been brought in here by
the company. A pretty tough crowd----"
"I know who they are. You need not try to tell me."
"Our members have commissioned me to ask you to attend our meetings."
"What for? So they can give me another drubbing?" demanded the lad.
"No, no; you do not understand. They want to apologize. They want you to
come back into the union. Believe me, it is the best thing you can do.
Should you refuse I cannot answer for the consequences. The men are
getting worked up to a high pitch. I do not know how long I shall be
able to control them."
"You must think me a fool!" replied the Iron Boy. "Of course I shall not
join the union. I have had enough unionism to last me for the rest of my
life, if all unions are like this one. I do not believe they are,
however."
"Take my advice and join."
"I took your advice once, and as a result I have some of the marks on my
body still. I understand your purpose. You think I am a little too
active, and you take this as the best way to rid yourself of the
annoyance," added the boy shrewdly. "No, thank you. My activity will
continue until I have shown you to your blind followers in your true
colors."
Steve started to pass Cavard, whereupon the latter quickly stepped in
front of him, barring the Iron Boy's progress.
Steve's eyes snapped dangerously.
"Are you going to let me pass?"
"Not until I have finished what I have to say to you."
"Are you going to let me pass, or have I got to knock you down first? It
must be one or the other."
For a moment the man and the boy stood looking into each other's eyes.
Cavard towered half a head above the Iron Boy, and he was strong in
proportion. There were few men in the mines possessing greater strength
than the president of the union.
A sudden flush suffused the face of Cavard. Without an instant's warning
he let go a powerful blow straight at the head of Steve Rush.