"Yes."
"That"s all right then. Come over here and I"ll show you how we"ve got things fixed."
He walked across the track, followed by the section boss and Pete, and pointed out the displaced sections of the fence, each of which had been carefully placed at one side.
"We"ll have it all up all right before morning," he said.
The man was running his fingers up under his cap.
"I don"t know anything about that," he replied sullenly. "I"ve got my orders. We didn"t make any kick when you opened up in one place, but we can"t stand for all this."
He was not speaking firmly, and Bannon, watching him closely, jumped at the conclusion that his orders were not very definite. Probably his superintendent had instructed him to keep a close eye on the work, and perhaps to grant no privileges. Bannon wished he knew more about the understanding between the railroad and MacBride & Company. He felt sure, however, that an understanding did exist or he would not have been told to go ahead.
"That"s all right," he said, with an air of easy authority. "We"ve got to be working over your tracks for the next two months. It"s as much to our interest as it is to yours to be careful, and I guess we can pull together. We"ve got an agreement with your general manager, and that"s what goes." He turned away, but paused and added, "I"ll see that you don"t have any reason to complain."
The section boss looked about with an uncertain air at the crowd of waiting men.
"Don"t go too fast there----" he began.
"Look here," said Bannon, abruptly. "We"ll sit right down here and send a message to the general manager. That"s the quickest way to settle it--tell him that we"re carrying out timber across the tracks and you"ve stopped us."
It was a bluff, but Bannon knew his man.
"Now, how about this?" was the reply. "How long will it take you?"
"Till some time before daylight." Bannon was feeling for his pencil.
"You see that the fence goes back, will you? We ain"t taking any chances, you understand."
Bannon nodded.
"All right, Max," he shouted. "Get to work there. And look here, Max,"
in a stern voice, "I expect you to see that the road is not blocked or delayed in any way. That"s your business now, mind." He turned to the boss as the men hurried past to the wharf. "I used to be a railroad man myself--chief wrecker on the Grand Trunk--and I guess we won"t have any trouble understanding each other."
Again the six long lines of men were creeping from the brightly lighted wharf across the shadowy tracks and around the end of the elevator.
Bannon had held the electric light man within call, and now set him at work moving two other arc lamps to a position where they made the ground about the growing piles of timber nearly as light as day. Through the night air he could hear the thumping of the planks on the wharf. Faintly over this sound came the shouting of men and the tramp and shuffle of feet. And at intervals a train would rumble in the distance, slowly coming nearer, until with a roar that swallowed all the other noises it was past. The arc lamps glowed and buzzed over the heads of the sweating, grunting men, as they came along the path, gang after gang, lifting an end of a heavy stick to the level of the steadily rising pile, and sliding it home.
Bannon knew from long experience how to pile the different sizes so that each would be ready at the hands of the carpenters when the morning whistle should blow. He was all about the work, giving a hand here, an order there, always good-humored, though brusque, and always inspiring the men with the sight of his own activity.
Toward the middle of the evening Vogel came up from the wharf with a question. As he was about to return, Bannon, who had been turning over in his mind the incident of the section boss, said:--
"Wait a minute, Max. What about this railroad business--have they bothered you much before now?"
"Not very much, only in little ways. I guess it"s just this section boss that does it on his own hook. He"s a sort of a fool, you know, and he"s got it into his head that we"re trying to do him some way."
Bannon put his hands into his pockets, and studied the checkered pattern in the ground shadow of the nearest arc lamp. Then he slowly shook his head.
"No," he said, "that ain"t it. He"s too big a fool to do much on his own hook. He"s acting on orders of some sort, and that"s just what I don"t understand. As a general thing a railroad"s mighty white to an elevator.
Come to think of it, they said something about it up at the office,"--he was apparently speaking to himself, and Max quietly waited,--"Brown said something about the C. & S. C. having got in the way a little down here, but I didn"t think much about it at the time."
"What could they do?" Max asked.
"A lot, if they wanted to. But that ain"t what"s bothering me. They haven"t any connection with the G. & M., have they?"
"No"--Max shook his head--"no, not that I know of."
"Well, it"s funny, that"s all. The man behind those orders that the section boss talks about is the general manager; and it"s my notion that we"re likely to hear from him again. I"ll tell you what it is.
Somebody--I don"t know who, but somebody--is mighty eager to keep this house from being finished by the first of January. After this I wish you"d keep your eyes open for this section boss. Have you had any trouble with the men?"
"No, only that clerk that we laid off to-day, he "lowed he was going to make trouble. I didn"t say anything about it, because they always talk like that."
"Yes, I know. What"s his name?"
"Briggs."
"I guess he can"t hurt us any."
Bannon turned back to his work; and Vogel disappeared in the shadows along the path.
Nine o"clock came, and the timber was still coming in. The men were growing tired and surly from the merciless strain of carrying the long, heavy sticks. The night was raw and chill. Bannon felt it as he stood directing the work, and he kept his hands in his pockets, and wished he had worn his overcoat; but the laborers, barearmed and bare-headed, clad only in overalls or in thin trousers and cotton shirts, were shaking sweat from their eyes, and stealing moments between trips to stand where the keen lake breeze could cool them. Another half-hour or so should see the last stick on the piles, and Bannon had about decided to go over to the office when he saw Vogel moving among the men, marking their time in his book.
"Here, Max," he called, adding, when Vogel had reached his side: "Just keep an eye on this, will you? I"ll be at the office. Keep things going just as they are."
There was a light in the office. Bannon stepped into the doorway, and, with a suppressed word of impatience, stood looking at the scene within.
The desk that Peterson had supplied for the use of his clerk was breast-high from the floor, built against the wall, with a high stool before it. The wall lamp had been taken down; now it stood with its reflector on the top of the desk, which was covered with books and papers. A girl was sitting on the stool, bending over a ledger and rapidly footing up columns. Bannon could not see her face, for a young fellow stood leaning over the railing by the desk, his back to the door.
He had just said something, and now he was laughing in a conscious manner.
Bannon quietly stepped to one side. The girl looked up for a moment and brushed her hair back from her face. The fellow spoke again in a low tone, but beyond a slight compressing of her lips she did not seem to hear him. Without a word, Bannon came forward, took him by the arm, and led him out of the door. Still holding his arm, he took a step back, and (they stood in the outer circle of the electric light) looked him over.
"Let"s see," he said, "you"re the man that was clerking here."
There was no reply.
"And your name"s--what?"
"Briggs."
"Well, Mr. Briggs, did you get a message from me?"
"I don"t know what you mean," said the young man, his eyes on the ground. "Max, he come around, but I wanted to wait and see you. He"s a mean cuss----"
"You see me now, don"t you?"
"Yes." The reply was indistinct.
"You keep out of the office after this. If I catch you in there again, I won"t stop to talk. Now, clear out."
Briggs walked a little way, then turned.