"I don"t see how anybody could ever know enough to run a railroad."
Hilda was looking up at the C. & S. C. right of way, where red and white semaph.o.r.e lights were winking.
"I was offered that job once myself, though, and turned it down," said Bannon. "I was superintendent of the electric light plant at Yawger.
Yawger"s quite a place, on a branch of the G. T. There was another road ran through the town, called the Bemis, Yawger and Pacific. It went from Bemis to Stiles Corners, a place about six miles west of Yawger. It didn"t get any nearer the Pacific than that. n.o.body in Yawger ever went to Bemis or Stiles, and there wasn"t anybody in Bemis and Stiles to come to Yawger, or if they did come they never went back, so the road didn"t do a great deal of business. They a.s.sessed the stock every year to pay the officers" salaries--and they had a full line of officers, too--but the rest of the road had to scrub along the best it could.
"When they elected me alderman from the first ward up at Yawger, I found out that the B. Y. & P. owed the city four hundred and thirty dollars, so I tried to find out why they wasn"t made to pay. It seemed that the city had had a judgment against them for years, but they couldn"t get hold of anything that was worth seizing. They all laughed at me when I said I meant to get that money out of "em.
"The railroad had one train; there was an engine and three box cars and a couple of flats and a combination--that"s baggage and pa.s.senger. It made the round trip from Bemis every day, fifty-two miles over all, and considering the roadbed and the engine, that was a good day"s work.
"Well, that train was worth four hundred and thirty dollars all right enough, if they could have got their hands on it, but the engineer was such a peppery chap that n.o.body ever wanted to bother him. But I just bided my time, and one hot day after watering up the engine him and the conductor went off to get a drink. I had a few lengths of log chain handy, and some laborers with picks and shovels, and we made a neat, clean little job of it. Then I climbed up into the cab. When the engineer came back and wanted to know what I was doing there, I told him we"d attached his train. "Don"t you try to serve no papers on me," he sung out, "or I"ll split your head." "There"s no papers about this job,"
said I. "We"ve attached it to the track," At that he dropped the fire shovel and pulled open the throttle. The drivers spun around all right, but the train never moved an inch.
"He calmed right down after that and said he hadn"t four hundred and thirty dollars with him, but if I"d let the train go, he"d pay me in a week. I couldn"t quite do that, so him and the conductor had to walk "way to Bemis, where the general offices was. They was pretty mad. We had that train chained up there for "most a month, and at last they paid the claim."
"Was that the railroad that offered to make you general manager?" Hilda asked.
"Yes, provided I"d let the train go. I"m glad I didn"t take it up, though. You see, the farmers along the road who held the stock in it made up their minds that the train had quit running for good, so they took up the rails where it ran across their farms, and used the ties for firewood. That"s all they ever got out of their investment."
A few moments later Max came back and Bannon straightened up to go. "I wish you"d tell Pete when you see him to-morrow," he said to the boy, "that I won"t be on the job till noon."
"Going to take a holiday?"
"Yes. Tell him I"m taking the rest cure up at a sanitarium."
At half-past eight next morning Bannon entered the outer office of R. S.
Carver, president of the Central District of the American Federation of Labor, and seated himself on one of the long row of wood-bottomed chairs that stood against the wall. Most of them were already occupied by poorly dressed men who seemed also to be waiting for the president. One man, in dilapidated, dirty finery, was leaning over the stenographer"s desk, talking about the last big strike and guessing at the chance of there being any fun ahead in the immediate future. But the rest of them waited in stolid, silent patience, sitting quite still in unbroken rank along the wall, their overcoats, if they had them, b.u.t.toned tight around their chins, though the office was stifling hot. The dirty man who was talking to the stenographer filled a pipe with some very bad tobacco and ostentatiously began smoking it, but not a man followed his example.
Bannon sat in that silent company for more than an hour before the great man came. Even then there was no movement among those who sat along the wall, save as they followed him almost furtively with their eyes. The president never so much as glanced at one of them; for all he seemed to see the rank of chairs might have been empty. He marched across to his private office, and, leaving the door open behind him, sat down before his desk. Bannon sat still a moment, waiting for those who had come before him to make the first move, but not a man of them stirred, so, somewhat out of patience with this mysteriously solemn way of doing business, he arose and walked into the president"s office with as much a.s.surance as though it had been his own. He shut the door after him. The president did not look up, but went on cutting open his mail.
"I"m from MacBride & Company, of Minneapolis," said Bannon.
"Guess I don"t know the parties."
"Yes, you do. We"re building a grain elevator at Calumet."
The president looked up quickly. "Sit down," he said. "Are you superintending the work?"
"Yes. My name"s Bannon--Charles Bannon."
"Didn"t you have some sort of an accident out there? An overloaded hoist? And you hurt a man, I believe."
"Yes."
"And I think one of your foremen drew a revolver on a man."
"I did, myself."
The president let a significant pause intervene before his next question. "What do you want with me?"
"I want you to help me out. It looks as though we might get into trouble with our laborers."
"You"ve come to the wrong man. Mr. Grady is the man for you to talk with. He"s their representative."
"We haven"t got on very well with Mr. Grady. The first time he came on the job he didn"t know our rule that visitors must apply at the office, and we weren"t very polite to him. He"s been down on us ever since. We can"t make any satisfactory agreement with him."
Carver turned away impatiently. "You"ll have to," he said, "if you want to avoid trouble with your men. It"s no business of mine. He"s acting on their instructions."
"No, he isn"t," said Bannon, sharply. "What they want, I guess, is to be treated square and paid a fair price. What he wants is blackmail."
"I"ve heard that kind of talk before. It"s the same howl that an employer always makes when he"s tried to bribe an agent who"s active in the interest of the men, and got left at it. What have you got to show for it? Anything but just your say so?"
Bannon drew out Grady"s letter of warning and handed it to him. Carver read it through, then tossed it on his desk. "You certainly don"t offer that as proof that he wants blackmail, Mr. Bannon."
"There"s never any proof of blackmail. When a man can see me alone, he isn"t going to talk before witnesses, and he won"t commit himself in writing. Grady told me that unless we paid his price he"d tie us up. No one else was around when he said it."
"Then you haven"t anything but your say so. But I know him, and I don"t know you. Do you think I"d take your word against his?"
"That letter doesn"t prove blackmail," said Bannon, "but it smells of it. And there"s the same smell about everything Grady has done. When he came to my office a day or two after that hoist accident, I tried to find out what he wanted, and he gave me nothing but oratory. I tried to pin him down to something definite, but my stenographer was there and Grady didn"t have a suggestion to make. Then by straining his neck and asking questions, he found out we were in a hurry, that the elevator was no good unless it was done by January first, and that we had all the money we needed.
"Two days after he sent me that letter. Look at it again. Why does he want to take both of us to Chicago on Sunday morning, when he can see me any time at my office on the job?" Bannon spread the letter open before Carver"s face. "Why doesn"t he say right here what it is he wants, if it"s anything he dares to put in black and white? I didn"t pay any attention to that letter; it didn"t deserve any. And then will you tell me why he came to my room at night to see me instead of to my office in the daytime? I can prove that he did. Does all that look as if I tried to bribe him? Forget that we"re talking about Grady, and tell me what you think it looks like."
Carver was silent for a moment. "That wouldn"t do any good," he said at last. "If you had proof that I could act on, I might be able to help you. I haven"t any jurisdiction in the internal affairs of that lodge; but if you could offer proof that he is what you say he is, I could tell them that if they continued to support him, the federation withdraws its support. But I don"t see that I can help you as it is. I don"t see any reason why I should."
"I"ll tell you why you should. Because if there"s any chance that what I"ve said is true, it will be a lot better for your credit to have the thing settled quietly. And it won"t be settled quietly if we have to fight. It isn"t very much you have to do; just satisfy yourself as to how things are going down there. See whether we"re square, or Grady is.
Then when the sc.r.a.p comes on you"ll know how to act. That"s all. Do your investigating in advance."
"That"s just what I haven"t any right to do. I can"t mix up in the business till it comes before me in the regular way."
"Well," said Bannon, with a smile, "if you can"t do it yourself, maybe some man you have confidence in would do it for you."
Carver drummed thoughtfully on his desk for a few minutes. Then he carefully folded Grady"s letter and put it in his pocket. "I"m glad to have met you, Mr. Bannon," he said, holding out his hand. "Good morning."
Next morning while Bannon was opening his mail, a man came to the timekeeper"s window and asked for a job as a laborer. "Guess we"ve got men enough," said Max. "Haven"t we, Mr. Bannon?"
The man put his head in the window. "A fellow down in Chicago told me if I"d come out here to Calumet K and ask Mr. Bannon for a job, he"d give me one."
"Are you good up high?" Bannon asked.
The man smiled ruefully, and said he was afraid not.
"Well, then," returned Bannon, "we"ll have to let you in on the ground floor. What"s your name?"
"James."
"Go over to the tool house and get a broom. Give him a check, Max."