The Washington times., 1938-10-24

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stood silently, looking at him.
Then another man stepped for
ward. His hard stone-blue eyes
bored into Jacks, and his red
stubbled chin was thrust forward.
He was stocky, and somehow
didn't look as ill-fed as the rest.
Listen, mug" he rasped, "I
come here for a job, an you're
givin' me one. See." He swept the
waiting scores with his eyes.
What are we waitin' for" he
shouted. If we go in the shanty
an grab brass tags, we'll all have
days pay comm; they won't
know who's who, an they'll have
to pay us. Why wait? It won't be
long before the bosses an their
stooges like this lug are all workin'
for us anyhow"
AS he turned back toward Tel
Ter, the patient ranks Surged for
ward a little. It seemed in that
moment that the men would fol-
low him. He grinned trium-
phantly and almost unconsciouSly
drew back his right. He'd level
this punk with a punch. The rest
would be easy.
FIRST BLOW COUNTS
Teller didn't wait for the right,
but drove a hard, straight left to
the other mans Adams apple.
A mean punch, but it was no time
for scruples. He followed it with
a short jolting right over the
heart, and a looping overland
left to the chin. The man went
down, and the silent ranks behind
him began to disperse slowly.
Teller stood for a moment, then
called De Vito.
Mickey" he said, 'hustle this
guy out" Then he spoke to the
fellow lying on the ground. Ills.
ten," he said, you didn't want
those men to work today-or eat
tonight. All you wanted to do was
start a riot. If ever see you
around here again I'll break your
nSaQ WIFI a Qru1-euQ.
So then, because he had a job
to do, Jack started back to work,
a little sick at his stomach because
he had never liked to fight, never
liked to hurt other people. He was
a young nina, not long married,
and until he had lost his regular
job, he had been an advertising
man.
"Hey, mister" a voice inter
rupted him. "Can I stay in the
shanty awhile an get warm?"
Teller looked at a small, wiry
figure, slightly bow-legged, with
piercing black eyes and a hawk
nose. A Calabrese-you could tell
it easily.
His lips were blue with the cold,
and he was Shivering in a thread
bare denim jacket and a pair Of
ragged pants. The Calabrese were
tough, Jack knew, and mercileSs.
Come on" he said quickly,
"slip in there before the super
sees you"
The little man skunk in quickly,
his black eyes shining. Jack fol-
lowed to lock the rack Of brass
identification keys and looked
around.
TELLER LEAVES HIM
"Stick around an warm up" he
said. II have to make my rounds.
The CalabeSe nodded from his
seat on the floor, as near to the
potbellied stove as he could get
Then Teller left him there, as hs
went out to check the men.
That meant climbing down tc
the bottom of the hole. in, arounc
and over boulderS torn loose by thu
dynamite. More than 800 mer
were working at various tasks. HI
had to check each one-See tina
he was working at the proper job
and note the percentage Of worl
completed. Now and then he frozt
as the cry of "P-O-W-DE-R-R
rang out, to be followed a few
seconds later by a dull, thumplnl
blast, and a ripping, tearing sounC
as another shot diSlodged tons O.
rock. Then when he entered Tn
superintendent's Shanty with hi
report, he had to wait for tina
one for some little time. 1t wa
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