"What for? Suppose we settle with them direct."
"Just try that," said Grady, with withering sarcasm. "Just try that and see how it works."
"I don"t want to. I only wanted to hear you confess that you are a rascal."
"You"ll pay dear for giving me that name. But we come to that later. Do you think it would be worth something to the men who hire you for a dirty slave-driver to be protected against a strike? Wouldn"t they be willing to pay a round sum to get this work done on time? Take a minute to think about it. Be careful how you tell me they wouldn"t. You"re not liked here, Mr. Bannon, by anybody----"
"You"re threatening to have me recalled, according to your suggestions to Mr. Peterson the other night. Well, that"s all right if you can do it. But I think that sooner than recall me or have a strike they would be willing to pay for protection."
"You do. I didn"t look for that much sense in you. If you"d shown it sooner it might have saved your employers a large wad of bills. If you"d taken the trouble to be decent when I went to you in a friendly way a very little would have been enough. But now I"ve got to be paid. What do you say to five thousand as a fair sum?"
"They"d be willing to pay fully that to save delay," said Bannon, cheerfully.
"They would!" To save his life Grady could not help looking crestfallen.
It seemed then that he might have got fifty. "All right," he went on, "five thousand it is; and I want it in hundred-dollar bills."
"You do!" cried Bannon, jumping to his feet. "Do you think you"re going to get a cent of it? I might pay blackmail to an honest rascal who delivered the goods paid for. But I had your size the first time you came around. Don"t you think I knew what you wanted? If I"d thought you were worth buying, I"d have settled it up for three hundred dollars and a box of cigars right at the start. That"s about your market price. But as long as I knew you"d sell us out again if you could, I didn"t think you were even worth the cigars. No; don"t tell me what you"re going to do. Go out and do it if you can. And get out of here."
For the second time Bannon took the little delegate by the arm. He marched him to the head of the long, straight flight of stairs. Then he hesitated a moment. "I wish you were three sizes larger," he said.
CHAPTER XI
The organization of labor unions is generally democratic. The local lodge is self-governing; it elects its delegate, who attends a council of fellow-delegates, and this council may send representatives to a still more powerful body. But however high their t.i.tles, or their salaries, these dignitaries have power only to suggest action, except in a very limited variety of cases. There must always be a reference back to the rank and file. The real decision lies with them.
That is the theory. The laborers on Calumet K, with some others at work in the neighborhood, had organized into a lodge and had affiliated with the American Federation of Labor. Grady, who had appeared out of nowhere, who had urged upon them the need of combining against the forces of oppression, and had induced them to organize, had been, without dissent, elected delegate. He was nothing more in theory than this: simply their concentrated voice. And this theory had the fond support of the laborers. "He"s not our boss; he"s our servant," was a sentiment they never tired of uttering when the delegate was out of earshot.
They met every Friday night, debated, pa.s.sed portentous resolutions, and listened to Grady"s oratory. After the meeting was over they liked to hear their delegate, their servant, talk mysteriously of the doings of the council, and so well did Grady manage this air of mystery that each man thought it a.s.sumed because of the presence of others, but that he himself was of the inner circle. They would not have dreamed of questioning his acts in meeting or after, as they stood about the dingy, reeking hall over Barry"s saloon. It was only as they went to their lodgings in groups of two and three that they told how much better they could manage things themselves.
Bannon enjoyed his last conversation with Grady, though it left him a good deal to think out afterward. He had acted quite deliberately, had said nothing that afterward he wished unsaid; but as yet he had not decided what to do next. After he heard the door slam behind the little delegate, he walked back into his room, paced the length of it two or three times, then put on his ulster and went out. He started off aimlessly, paying no attention to whither he was going, and consequently he walked straight to the elevator. He picked his way across the C. & S.
C. tracks, out to the wharf, and seated himself upon an empty nail keg not far from the end of the spouting house.
He sat there for a long while, heedless of all that was doing about him, turning the situation over and over in his mind. Like a good strategist, he was planning Grady"s campaign as carefully as his own. Finally he was recalled to his material surroundings by a rough voice which commanded, "Get off that keg and clear out. We don"t allow no loafers around here."
Turning, Bannon recognized one of the under-foremen. "That"s a good idea," he said. "Are you making a regular patrol, or did you just happen to see me?"
"I didn"t know it was you. No, I"m tending to some work here in the spouting house."
"Do you know where Mr. Peterson is?"
"He was right up here a bit ago. Do you want to see him?"
"Yes, if he isn"t busy. I"m not the only loafer here, it seems," added Bannon, nodding toward where the indistinct figures of a man and a woman could be seen coming slowly toward them along the narrow strip of wharf between the building and the water. "Never mind," he added, as the foreman made a step in their direction, "I"ll look after them myself."
The moment after he had called the foreman"s attention to them he had recognized them as Hilda and Max. He walked over to meet them. "We can"t get enough of it in the daytime, can we."
"It"s a great place for a girl, isn"t it, Mr. Bannon," said Max. "I was coming over here and Hilda made me bring her along. She said she thought it must look pretty at night."
"Doesn"t it?" she asked. "Don"t you think it does, Mr. Bannon?"
He had been staring at it for half an hour. Now for the first time he looked at it. For ninety feet up into the air the large ma.s.s was one unrelieved, unbroken shadow, barely distinguishable from the night sky that enveloped it. Above was the skeleton of the cupola, made brilliant, fairly dazzling, in contrast, by scores of arc lamps. At that distance and in that confused tangle of light and shadow the great timbers of the frame looked spidery. The effect was that of a luminous crown upon a gigantic, sphinx-like head.
"I guess you are right," he said slowly. "But I never thought of it that way before. And I"ve done more or less night work, too."
A moment later Peterson came up. "Having a tea party out here?" he asked; then turning to Bannon: "Was there something special you wanted, Charlie? I"ve got to go over to the main house pretty soon."
"It"s our friend Grady. He"s come down to business at last. He wants money."
Hilda was quietly signalling Max to come away, and Bannon, observing it, broke off to speak to them. "Don"t go," he said. "We"ll have a brief council of war right here." So Hilda was seated on the nail keg, while Bannon, resting his elbows on the top of a spile which projected waist high through the floor of the wharf, expounded the situation.
"You understand his proposition," he said, addressing Hilda, rather than either of the men. "It"s just plain blackmail. He says, "If you don"t want your laborers to strike, you"ll have to pay my price.""
"Not much," Pete broke in. "I"d let the elevator rot before I"d pay a cent of blackmail."
"Page wouldn"t," said Bannon, shortly, "or MacBride, neither. They"d be glad to pay five thousand or so for protection. But they"d want protection that would protect. Grady"s trying to sell us a gold brick.
He hated us to begin with, and when he"d struck us for about all he thought we"d stand, he"d call the men off just the same, and leave us to waltz the timbers around all by ourselves."
"How much did he want?"
"All he could get. I think he"d have been satisfied with a thousand, but he"d come "round next week for a thousand more."
"What did you tell him?"
"I told him that a five-cent cigar was a bigger investment than I cared to make on him and that when we paid blackmail it would be to some fellow who"d deliver the goods. I said he could begin to make trouble just as soon as he pleased."
"Seems to me you might have asked for a few days" time to decide. Then we could have got something ready to come at him with. He"s liable to call our men out to-night, ain"t he?"
"I don"t think so. I thought of trying to stave him off for a few days, but then I thought, "Why, he"ll see through that game and he"ll go on with his scheme for sewing us up just the same." You see, there"s no good saying we"re afraid. So I told him that we didn"t mind him a bit; said he could go out and have all the fun he liked with us. If he thinks we"ve got something up our sleeve he may be a little cautious. Anyway, he knows that our biggest rush is coming a little later, and he"s likely to wait for it."
Then Hilda spoke for the first time. "Has he so much power as that? Will they strike just because he orders them to?"
"Why, not exactly," said Bannon. "They decide that for themselves, or at least they think they do. They vote on it."
"Well, then," she asked hesitatingly, "why can"t you just tell the men what Mr. Grady wants you to do and show them that he"s dishonest? They know they"ve been treated all right, don"t they?"
Bannon shook his head. "No use," he said. "You see, these fellows don"t know much. They aren"t like skilled laborers who need some sense in their business. They"re just common roustabouts, and most of "em have gunpowder in place of brains. They don"t want facts or reason either; what they like is Grady"s oratory. They think that"s the finest thing they ever heard. They might all be perfectly satisfied and anxious to work, but if Grady was to sing out to know if they wanted to be slaves, they"d all strike like a freight train rolling down grade.
"No," he went on, "there"s nothing to be done with the men. Do you know what would happen if I was to go up to their lodge and tell right out that Grady was a blackmailer? Why, after they"d got through with me, personally, they"d pa.s.s a resolution vindicating Grady. They"d resolve that I was a thief and a liar and a murderer and an oppressor of the poor and a traitor, and if they could think of anything more than that, they"d put it in, too. And after vindicating Grady to their satisfaction, they"d take his word for law and the gospel more than ever. In this sort of a sc.r.a.pe you want to hit as high as you can, strike the biggest man who will let you in his office. It"s the small fry that make the trouble. I guess that"s true "most everywhere. I know the general manager of a railroad is always an easier chap to get on with than the division superintendent."
"Well," said Pete, after waiting a moment to see if Bannon had any definite suggestion to make as to the best way to deal with Grady, "I"m glad you don"t think he"ll try to tie us up to-night. Maybe we"ll think of something to-morrow. I"ve got to get back on the job."
"I"ll go up with you," said Max, promptly. Then, in answer to Hilda"s gesture of protest, "You don"t want to climb away up there to-night.
I"ll be back in ten minutes," and he was gone before she could reply. "I guess I can take care of you till he comes back," said Bannon. Hilda made no answer. She seemed to think that silence would conceal her annoyance better than anything she could say. So, after waiting a moment, Bannon went on talking.
"I suppose that"s the reason why I get ugly sometimes and call names; because I ain"t a big enough man not to. If I was getting twenty-five thousand a year maybe I"d be as smooth as anybody. I"d like to be a general manager for a while, just to see how it would work."