The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-09-14

why that castings goin' to be busted,
too, if you want to know"
Boian took from his pocket second
dynamite cartridge, exactly like the
first which Martin had impetuously de-
stroyed. and offered it to Orrick, but
Martin stepped between.
Look here!" he blazed, pushing
back his hat from his brow. "Us that's
in the ranks have got some rights.
We've SUFFERED enough already, with
our wives and children. You've got no
right to order a thing like this that'll
just about ruin us, because your own
thick head can't see any higher than to
throw a rock or smash casting"
This was insult, and Bolan would
not brook it, though he knew Martin
was his physical superior, and in per-
sonal conflict might break his bones.
"That'll just about do for you, now"
he growled, his face reddenfng. Here,
Orricki"
Orrick extended his hand but Martin
thrust it aside.
well thresh this thing out before
the Union" he said, defiantly.
Bolan was already angry. He leaped
up as If he were going to seize Martin
by the throat, but thought better of it
and addressed him in the cool, sheer
ing tone he had found effective against
him on other occasions.
Before the Union?" he bantered.
"a thing like this? With God knows
how many spies there. Why, even you
have got better sense than that. Be-
sides" Bolan, making a supreme
effort at the appearance of self-control,
had seated himself again and was
nervously filling his pipe" Besides to-
morrow night it'll be too late"
"All right then" snapped Martin,
cit will be too late; but I'll bring it
up before the wide-open Union Just the
same. You've got from now to to-mor-
row night to figure out what explana-
ton you can OFFER for it's coming up
there unless you can sandbag me be-
fore I get on my feet at the meeting.
Martin was again leaning forward,
his face aflame, and his body bent in
that peculiar, tiger-like crouch which
he assumed involuntarily, when pre-.
pairing to back his words with all his
soul.
Bolan was still crowding tobacco into
the bowl of his pipe. He looked at
Martin expectantly, as if waiting for
more.
That's my say" barked Martin,
Shaping the table with the fiat of his
hand. whats your answer"
Bolan's eyes narrowed and his up
per lip first twitched with scorn and
then swelled with pride and self-will
He turned to Orriek and motioned
with his pipe toward the cartridge
which now lay upon the table. There
was hard CLINT in Bolan's eye which
no subordinate who read it right had
ever disobeyed. Orrick dared not dis
obey it now. He picked up the car
fridge.
moi" groaned Martin. "For Gods
sake. MOI
With nod of his head, Bolan sent
Orrick out of the door. In silence the
two men sat facing each other while
the echoirg footsteps rang fainter and
fainter on the stairs. At last there
was absolute silence. Orrick, with the
cartridge in his hand, was on his way
There, now exclaimed Bolan in
tones that were tense with cool resolu
ton. DO you get my answer?''
Martin fiared up instantly. Eyes
he shrieked in a hoarse whisper, land
: tomorrow you'll get NINE
Already his hand was on the door.
Wait minute!" called Bolan, i'm
patiently Wait a minute, / wani
, to talk to you about another matter.
: But John Martin did not wait