Arizona republican., 1911-09-24
Publishing CO.)

rom long standing m one position. He stood first on one foot and then on the other, twisting his ankles and working his toes in his shoes. but still he was pondering:
 "Or, if they've got the right to haul them in, if they can, why haven't We got the right to drag 'em out if nee can? l. ain't even a fair test of en- durance We can starve ourselves to death and then not win-God!"
 He suddenly interrupted himself with a startled gasp. right in the midst of his reflective train of thought.
 The Dutchman," he exclaimed, striking his thigh Its night. and that crazy Holtzman was going to shoot up the works tonight If he does it the cause is lost"
 Holtzman was a hot-head, but no buffer What he proposed. he under took. |.
 few minutes later he paused for breath amid the silent shadows of the lumber yard, at the very spot where he had stood with Holtzman. The hole vas there-but empty. There was not q stick of explosive, not a coil of fuse. The very box was gone.
 IL was 2 quarter of mile across the railroad yards in the bottoms to the plant of the ROckport Foundry and Machine Shop. This was the largest of the employing concerns, the one where HoltZman had been engaged as a machinist, and where John himself worked as a molder Martin had not doubt in the world that Holtzman would carry through his design there, or attempt il, and tonight. The mis- chief was afoot The empty hole yawn- ing in hlackness before his groping hands as he squatted on his knees be- tween the lumber piles proved that. Somewhere over there in the shadow Holtzman was carrying those potent cylinders of destruction.
 Martin swung out of the lumber yard on a trot As he passed down the rail road yards between long lines of freight cars, occasionally he stopped and listened-for that sharp, venomous crack. followed by the thunderous roar of exploding nitro-glycerine. He knew the explosion could not come yet, of course, but so much will hurrying footstep and a heightening anxiety quicken the imagination.
 Four watchmen guarded the works al night Two of these Martin knew were union men who reported secretly to the strike committee. But great arc lights burned before the entrance gates. and no accommodating guard would be careless enough 10 pass stranger through them. The way over the roofs and surrounding walls was understood to be fenced with heavily charged electric wires. However. on the railroad side, where a spur-track entered the works, there was a small man-door In the huge gates that closed the trackway. There was no light 8. this place, and a man, by collusion of a guard, might make his exit and en- trance here In comparative safety.
 Johns plan was to lie in wait by this gate and throttle Holtzman as he en- tered with his sack upon his arm. If he had confederates with him, it was all one to John Martin. He proposed to save the works, the honor of his union and the cause for which in the name of women and children he had battled with his fellows for a third of a weary year.
 But when he had fiattened himself on the top of a box car till nearly mid night, he judged that something must be wrong with his plans. The little man-door had been unapproached. All inside was ominously still. A vague sense of unquiet grew in his breast. Restlessly he arose and walked softly along the tops of cars, skirting the back of the works, car after car, till he came opposite the machine shop. To his surprise he found a window open in the machine shop. just level with the car roof Martin stared at the hole. It gave him that strange creepy feeling one has when one d. vines that something is wrong. Yet he only hesitated a moment. He was a man accustomed to go his way, and just now 1t seemed to him that his way lay inside the plant by means Of that window.
 He sat down upon the edge of the car roof. meaning to swing across, but felt something under his thigh. He grasped 1t with his hand. II seemed like bit of tarred rope. He held 1t to his nostrils. It was fuse. He groped upon the top Of the car with his hand, and came upon another small bit.
 Some one had been sitting there on the top of the car, cutting and measur- ing fuse. Holtzman! No doubt. And he had been inside for hours, also. no doubt! He might be at this moment coming out, while under the huge bat sery of boilers, beside the great engine, perhaps in the nest of furnaces at the foundry. or possibly even under what Holtzman had termed the board house" meaning the bunk house where a hundred strike-breakers were asleep,