Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1919-06-20
their answer. That's what Il .no4lAey-
ing has brought down on u.s.

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They're not going to quit?''
They've sent word they won't work
on Mondays, and they will go to bed
when they choose Saturday nights
Losing one day a week! We can't
stand for that Luck's been playing
| into his hands,. but this will show him
up. This'll show Marshall his pet
clerk. Tell Casey therell be no In
dams tomorrow" He sputtered an
grily out of the office.
Richard seemed pleased when Mac
| Lean made the announcement few
hours later.
His secretary was weighing In.
"What do you intend to do about it g.
call their bluff" grinned Casey,
showing teeth tobacco had not had a
| chance to spoil. Boycott Them
MacLean found Wooster at the river
bank with Tom Hardin. The two men
were watching a pile-driver set a re.
bellious pile. Two new trestles were
to supplement the one which had been
bent out of line by the weight of set
Ting drift. Marshall's plan was being
followed, though jeered ut by reclama-
ton men and the engineers of the d.
r. company.
''St0p the mattress weaving and
dump like hell ~ had been his orders.
Boycott the Indians, we'll I'm
bowed" the beady eyes sparkled at
Hardin. "Now he's cut his own
throat"
''By the eternal!" swore Hardin.
MacLean left the two engineers match
ing Oaths.
There was an ominOuS quiet the next
day. Not an Indian offered to work at
the river. A few stolid lucks came to
their tasks on Tuesday morning; they
were told by Richard himself that
there was no work for them. Rickard
appeared ignorant of the antagonism
of the engineers.
An unfathered rumOr started that
Richard was in with the Reclamation
Service men; that he wanted the work
to fail; to be adopted by the Service.
MacLean broke lance or two against
the absurd SANDER. He was making
the discovery that a mans friendship
for man may be deeper than a mans
love for a woman. He was q Richard
man. He was made to feel the re-
proach Of it.
Wednesday not an Indian reported.
CorOnel passed from camp to camp,
his advice unpopular. Scouts sent cut
70 +oJ, or1yo n rix-O nrt-
ed it was crippled. The white man
would be sending for the Indian soon.
The waiting braves sat on their
launches, grinning and smoking their
pipes
Saturday night the camp went
gloOmily to bed. On the Indian side
there was no reyel, no feasting or
dancing.
Richard did not turn in until after
midnight, planning alternatives. He
was sleeping hard when MacLean, at
dawn, dashed into his tent.
Quick, what does this mean?"
1t was a splendid spectacle, and
staged superbly. For background, the
sharp-edged mountains flushing to
pinks and puppies against a one-hued
sky; the river growth of the old chan
mel uniting them, plotting out miles Of
desert into q flat scene. On the OPP
posite bank of the New river, five
hundred strong, lined up formidably,
their faces grOteSQue and ferOciOus
with paint, were the seven tribes. The
suns rays glinted up from their fire.
arms, Shotguns, revolvers, into q mot.
ley OF defiance! Cocopahs, with
streaming hair, blanketed Navajos,
short-haired Pimds. those in front rein
ing in their silent pinto ponies, and all
motionless, silent in that early morn
ing light.
"NNhat does it mean?" whispered
MacLean. Richard did not answer. He
had one nauseOus instant as he looked
toward lines tent. Then he broke into
laughter
"See, the white horse, no. in front"
"By jove," MacLean slapped his
thigh. "Coronel They had me buff
faloed. Whatado you think it is?'
Richard stepped out into the wash
of morning air and waved solemn
salute across the river. Gravely it
was returned by Coronel.
"What does it mean?" demanded
MacLean.
1T means we've won," chuckled his
chief. coming back into his tent
An hour later Coronel led in picked
re tbC trih oI,i of
would recall the boycott the Monday
strike was over. The white mans sill.
yer had won.
CHAPTER XXI