Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1912-02-01


he worked. He was, therefore. a man
who dared each day a double dole OF
danger. one of those hardened souls
whose daily hazard was his daily
bread. Hence il was natural that
President Bolsn of the holders Local,
having an especially delicate and dan
gerous duty TO he discharged. should
commit IL TO the iron-nerved Orrick.
Just now Bolan. Martin and the rest
were in a desperately savage mood
over the discovery OF a spy upon their
Executive Committee. man to whom
the most private counsels of the union
were not denied, and who, il appeared.
had mailed each twenty-four hours
since the strike began a detailed re-
port OF all his ken 20 the Employers
Association. 1t was while the Presi
dent OF the Molders' Local was still
seething with anger and dismay over
this that. an hour before in this very
room, he had pressed into the hand OF
Orrick the dynamite cartridge which
he had held up before The astonished
eyes of Martin as he entered the room
TO keep an appointment with Bolan.
For two months the Rockport Ma
laboriously preparing for the casting
of huge low pressure cylinder. one Of
the most difficult and complicated
pieces of work ever undertaken in the
foundry. Twice before they had COM
pleted such a contract successfully.
But that was in the days Of industrial
peace when John Martin, a molder OF
the highest skill and the most unflag-
ging zeal. was the right-hsnd man Of
the foreman and really more than any
other guaranteed the perfect cast.
Bolan. with his spies in every shop.
keeping all his information ducts wide
open and running freely. knew about
the big casting and its importance TO
the foundry, knew that the mold was
finished all but the last touches. and
that tomorrow at Two the cast would
take place He knew that the Assist
ant Superintendent of the works had
almost slept with the mold night and
DAY. seeing TO every detail, watching
the laying OF every brick and the ram
ming Of every handful OF sand the
forming of the several gates through
which the metal would be poured from
the great ladies and the judicious ar
rangement of vents for the escape o.
gases liberated during the casting. the
temporary confinement and subsequent
explosion of which would make waste
Of the hundreds OF hours Of patient and
expensive labor. TO say nothing of the
blow TO prestige and consequent loss
of business which would come from
failure to make the time delivery
called for by the contract. Bolan knew
all this. and knowing il. had pressed
the small charge of dynamite into Or
rick's hand. saying:
Drop this down a riser in the mold
just before the pour Then stay go
close when il breaks they can't suspect
you of knowing
The placing OF the cartridge as d.
rected would be simple task Tor Or
rick as he worked about the mold. But
beyond that complexities hurried in.
Some one would be suspected.
"Of course" explained Bolan. you
could spoil the mold with Just a hand
full of dirt dropped in, but that might
look like an accident. l want them to.
know we did IL, but not to find out who
to set them crazy with suspicion OF
the whole shop. ThatIl make 'em close
H..
how much they suspect the rest Of the
gang. / hope they suspect them all:
but | want you TO stick around so
close they'll never think you knew
there was a little stick Of nitro in
there"
And get my skin burnt as full or
holes as a bushel Of doughnuts?"
querfed Orrick, drily.
Likely" assented Bolan.
Pretty blamed likely" declared Or
rick. emphatically.
"Oh. you'll get away with It." as
sured Bolan, casually. and then, know
ing how unwise il is TO waste words
with a subordinate when once an order
is clear, he went out.
But Orrick was a thoughtful man,
and he was still pondering the scheme
when Martin entered. only Orrick had
moved TO the window, and standing
with his hands in his coat pockets, one
of them grasping the smooth, round
stick of giant powder, gazed absently
out over the housetops. his mind busy
with a problem of conscience-for a
SPY may have a conscience. IT was
from the window that he turned and
asked the question with which this
begins.
For what?" Martin asked sharply,
his eyes blazing up with apprehension
and hatred as he saw the dynamite.
For destroying the big pressure cyl
inder at the Rockport Foundry" an
swered Orrick, tersely.
No" exclaimed Martin, advancing
excitedly. NO. il DON'T" Snatching
the cartridge from Orrick. he pulled
off the primer and broke the thing in
his fingers as if il had been a stick of |
shaving soap. Who told you to do /
it," he asked sharply.