The San Francisco call., 1897-10-26

They saw great iron chain runnin E
over from the Tama ais 10 the rocks.
They saw a big anchor buried under
about twelve tons of rock. They saw the
car-laden barge wedged in the gap that
shut them out from the piles. They saw
that the enemy was 700 well prepared to
admit of any successful assault by the
piledriver.
Returning to his own craft Root held
conference with Superintendent Brown,
the result of which was that Brown ac-
companied him back o the Qualifications
TO view them and discover how best to re-
duce or destroy them.
And now the real humors of war began
to develop and expand. 1t was half-past
O'Clock. Another hour and darkness
would surely stay anything like active
hostilitles. Root and Brown boarded the
Tamalpais, this time to meet H. l.. Lty-
Ingstone, foreman for the contractors, and
Charles A Warren, the senior partner OF
the firm OF Warren & Malley, the con-
tractors.
The first inning was with Livingstone,
who, after reading Judge Hebbard's or
der. said ne could Eot recognize its legal
lty: We've got our orders. he said.
here. We shall kill any body who dares TO
dispute our right"
II propose to do my duty" said Root
as he quietly stroked his mnstache.
"All right, 60 ahead, and well fight
Why didn't Won bring Jim Budd and his
militia here? l should like to see them"
scowled Livingstone.
Root and Brown proceeded to take an
other look around, in which occupation
they were rudely interrupted from the
shore 1t was the voice of Contractor
Waren pitched TO a rearing Key"
Get off my property Why don't you
chuck those men overheard? Throw that
lat man off" (pointing to Superin end ent
Brown). They have no business there.
property, say. Why don't you throw
that fat man In the water?' were the
words the breeze waited.
Nobody raised a hand. The crowd of
hired fighters displayed no weapons The
lone shotgun man never bulged from his
post on the rocK pile. Brown cast an eve
about him for safe line OF retreat, and
concluding that discretion was the better
part OF valor slipped over the side OF the
Iamalpais into his own rowboat. Chief
Wharfnger Root steppine on a narrow
plank from the stern of the piledriver to
Ihe snore, made straight for the roaring
voice.
For the third time he drew from his
breastcoat inside pocket the typewriter
order OF court. 1t was a paper bullet, but
1t did not stop the loud torrent of denun-
cation rushing from the mouth of the tall
contractor.
II don't give =" roared Warren. II
shall obey noihng but an order of court.
Get out of here. tell you, or blood will
flow. ANY ian that touches line here
will be killed. Get out"
But this is an order of court. Read it,"
said Root
Warren took the paper. read it through
and handed ii back, at the same time say
ing. 1T don't amount to anything. It's
no good. Get olt, | repeat"
I'VE shall move that barge and pile
driver" was Roots reioinder.
You Will. will your shouted Warren.
you had better make arrangements for
your funeral. L woa't move those boats
and YOU shall not move them"
well, I'm only here to do my duty,
and that's all there is about it," said Root.
That order, roared Warren, lis only
an order permitting you to remove piles.
1t doesn't say anything about removing
barges. Move anything else at your peril "
ana Warren chuckled and laughed as he
said: I've got You there. | knew all
about that order. It's no good Get of
my property or I'll have you thrown into
the pay."
Root was fairly nonplused, discomfi ed,
cast down. He knew he could no. do
anything more, and bv tnis time had
fully made up his mind that without any
opposition it would take one or two days
10 haul the distractions out OF the way.
After giving twist to his warlike mus.
tache he moved toward the narrow plank,
as though 10 cross 1t TO the Tamalpais.
Warren roared again to the crew OF his
pile-defense boat: IF that man crosses
that plank chuck him overheard. Dye
hear me? Why don't you throw all those
people who have no business down there
into the water?''
Root turned to the fierce looking con-
tractor and said: "Can / not go back to
my hoat?"
Not over my property. Get out OF
here"
We'll, all must say, you are very ac-
comm odating," replied the Chief Wharf
niger, as he and his assistant walked
away in the opposite direction toward the
Fulton Iron Works and down to the
muddy shore below. where they hailed
their boat.
And then Warren began TO chuckle
again and laugh great laughs, sand wich-
ing them with com mcnts on the stupidity
OF the Harbor commissioners.
Those fellows are no account" he
chirrup ped. They don't know anything.
Why, they have no jurisdiction here and
l shall not recognize their Jurisdiction