The labor argus. [volume] (Charleston, W. Va.) 1906-1915, 1906-09-20

for reyerses. So the prompt counter
stroke filed her with Joy, and at the
moment Winton was as near gaining
partisan as the Rajah was TO losing
one But at the heart-thrilling instant
she remembered the cold-eyed secre-
tary, and, lest he should spy upon her
emotion as he had upon her sympathy,
she turned quickly and took refuge In
the car.
In the open compartment of the
Rosemary the waiter was laying the
plates for the early breakfast, and
Bessie and the Reverend " lillian were
at the window, watching the stirring
industry battle now in full swing on
the opposite slope. Virginia joined
them.
isn't 1t a shame!" she said. "Of
course, / want our side to win; but 1t
seems such pity that we can't fight
fairly"
The flaxen-haired cousin looked her
entire lack of understanding, and CAL
vert said: isn't what shame?'
thereby eliciting crisp explanation
from Virgini in which she set we'll
founded suspicion in the light OF fact
touching the cause of the landslide.
The Reverend Billy shook his head
1t was his meter to deprecate yio-
lence, and he did 1t.
"Such things may be within the law
of business; but they will surely
breed bad blood and lead to reprisals.
I hope"
The interruption was the Rajah in
his proper person. bustling out fierce
| ly to a conference with his myrmi-
dons BY tacit consent the three at
the window fell silent. There was
battle and murder and sudden death
in the Rajah's eye.
The event for which they waited did
! not linger. There was hasty muster
ing of armed men under the windows
of the Rosemary, and they heard
| Sheriff Deckert's low voiced instruc-
| lions to his posse.
Take 1t slow and easy, boys, and
don't get ratified. It's the majesty of
the law against a mob, and the Micks
won't fight when it comes to show
down. Keep in line with the car as
| long as you can. There amt going
! to be a shot fired from up yonder so
| long as there's chance of hitting the
| car instead Of you. Now, then; guns
to the front! Steady!"
The Reverend Billy rose, and the
veins in his forehead stood out like
whip cords.
What are you going to do?" said
Virginia. She was standing, too. and
| her hand, trembling a little, was on
his arm.
The clerical meekness in the ath-
lete's reply was conspicuous by its abb
! sence.
I'm going to give Winton tip If
| it's the last thing l ever do. They'll
| rush him like a rat in a corner!"
She shook her head and pointed
| eastward to the mouth of the lateral
| gulch. Under cover of a clump of fir
scrub man in a wiue-1apped hat and
leather breeches was climbing swift
| ly to the level of the new line, eau
| tiously waving handkerchief as
! peace token. THAT is the man who
| arrested Mr.. winton yesterday. This
| time he Is going to fight on the other
side. He'll carry the warming"
Think so?" said Calvert
"I am sure of it. Open the window,
| please. l want to see BETTER
AS yet there was no sign of prepara-
ton on the embankment For the
moment the arms of the track force
were laid aside, and every man was
| plying pick or shovel as if his life de-
| pended on the amount of earth he
could add to the reforming dump in
| given number of minutes.
Winton was in the thick of the pick
and-shovel melee, urging IT on, when
| Biggin ran up.
Hi" he shouted. "Fixin' to take
| another play-day in Carbonate?
| Lookee down yonder!"
/ Winton looked and came alive to
the possibilities in the turning OF a
| leaf.
"Guns!" he yelled; and at the word
| of command the tools were flung
aside, and the track force, over 200
| strong, became an army, not with
| banners, but well-weaponed withal
Winton snapped out his orders like a
! martinez major of drill squads.
"Mulcahy. take half the men and go
! up the grade till you can rake those
| fellows without hitting the car
Branagan, you take the other half and
go down along till you can crcss-fire
with Mulcahy. Aim low, both of you;
and the man who fires before he gets
the word from me will break his neck
| at ropes end. Fall ini"
by Jove!" said Adams Are Won
| going to resist? That spells felony,
| doesn't it?"
Winton pointed to the waiting octo-
| pod.
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