He pointed back toward the stairs where a gang of eight laborers were carrying a heavy timber across the shadowy floor.
"Well, what about it?" said Pete, with half-controlled rage.
"What about it! But never mind. I"m a busy man myself. I"ve got no more time to waste on the likes of you. Take a good look at that, and then listen to me. That"s the last stick of timber that goes across this floor until you put a runway from the hoist to the end of the building.
And every stick that leaves the runway has got to go on a dolly. Mark my words now--I"m talking plain. My men don"t lift another pound of timber on this house--everything goes on rollers. I"ve tried to be a patient man, but you"ve run against the limit. You"ve broke the last back you"ll have a chance at." He put his hand to his mouth as if to shout at the gang, but dropped it and faced around. "No, I won"t stop them. I"ll be fair to the last." He pulled out his watch. "I"ll give you one hour from now. At ten o"clock, if your runway and the dollies ain"t working, the men go out. And the next time I see you, I won"t be so easy."
He turned away, waved to the laborers, with an, "All right, boys; go ahead," and walked grandly toward the stairway.
Max whistled.
"I"d like to know where Charlie is," said Peterson.
"He ain"t far. I"ll find him;" and Max hurried away.
Bannon was sitting in the office chair with his feet on the draughting-table, figuring on the back of a blotter. The light from the wall lamp was indistinct, and Bannon had to bend his head forward to see the figures. He did not look up when the door opened and Max came to the railing gate.
"Grady"s been up on the distributing floor," said Max, breathlessly, for he had been running.
"What did he want?"
"He"s going to call the men off at ten o"clock if we don"t put in a runway and dollies on the distributing floor."
Bannon looked at his watch.
"Is that all he wants?"
Max, in his excitement, did not catch the sarcasm in the question.
"That"s all he said, but it"s enough. We can"t do it"
Bannon closed his watch with a snap.
"No," he said, "and we won"t throw away any good time trying. You"d better round up the committee that"s supposed to run this lodge and send them here. That young Murphy"s one of them--he can put you straight.
Bring Pete back with you, and the new man, James."
Max lingered, with a look of awe and admiration.
"Are you going to stand out, Mr. Bannon?" he asked.
Bannon dropped his feet to the floor, and turned toward the table.
"Yes," he said. "We"re going to stand out."
Since Bannon"s talk with President Carver a little drama had been going on in the local lodge, a drama that neither Bannon, Max, nor Peterson knew about. James had been selected by Carver for this work because of proved ability and shrewdness. He had no sooner attached himself to the lodge, and made himself known as an active member, than his personality, without any noticeable effort on his part, began to make itself felt. Up to this time Grady had had full swing, for there had been no one among the laborers with force enough to oppose him.
The first collision took place at an early meeting after Grady"s last talk with Bannon. The delegate, in the course of the meeting, bitterly attacked Bannon, accusing him, at the climax of his oration, of an attempt to buy off the honest representative of the working cla.s.ses for five thousand dollars. This had a tremendous effect on the excitable minds before him. He finished his speech with an impa.s.sioned tirade against the corrupt influences of the money power, and was mopping his flushed face, listening with elation to the hum of anger that resulted, confident that he had made his point, when James arose. The new man was as familiar with the tone of the meetings of laborers as Grady himself.
At the beginning he had no wish further than to get at the truth. Grady had not stated his case well. It had convinced the laborers, but to James it had weak points. He asked Grady a few pointed questions, that, had the delegate felt the truth behind him, should not have been hard to answer. But Grady was still under the spell of his own oratory, and in attempting to get his feet back on the ground, he bungled. James did not carry the discussion beyond the point where Grady, in the bewilderment of recognizing this new element in the lodge, lost his temper, but when he sat down, the sentiment of the meeting had changed. Few of those men could have explained their feelings; it was simply that the new man was stronger than they were, perhaps as strong as Grady, and they were influenced accordingly.
There was no decision for a strike at that meeting. Grady, cunning at the business, immediately dropped open discussion, and, smarting under the sense of lost prestige, set about regaining his position by well-planned talk with individual laborers. This went on, largely without James" knowledge, until Grady felt sure that a majority of the men were back in his control. This time he was determined to carry through the strike without the preliminary vote of the men. It was a bold stroke, but boldness was needed to defeat Charlie Bannon; and n.o.body knew better than Grady that a dashing show of authority would be hard for James or any one else to resist.
And so he had come on the job this evening, at a time when he supposed Bannon safe in bed, and delivered his ultimatum. Not that he had any hope of carrying the strike through without some sort of a collision with the boss, but he well knew that an encounter after the strike had gathered momentum would be easier than one before. Bannon might be able to outwit an individual, even Grady himself, but he would find it hard to make headway against an angry mob. And now Grady was pacing stiffly about the Belt Line yards, while the minute hand of his watch crept around toward ten o"clock. Even if Bannon should be called within the hour, a few fiery words to those sweating gangs on the distributing floor should carry the day. But Grady did not think that this would be necessary. He was still in the mistake of supposing that Peterson and the boss were at outs, and he had arrived, by a sort of reasoning that seemed the keenest strategy, at the conclusion that Peterson would take the opportunity to settle the matter himself. In fact, Grady had evolved a neat little campaign, and he was proud of himself.
Bannon did not have to wait long. Soon there was a sound of feet outside the door, and after a little hesitation, six laborers entered, five of them awkwardly and timidly, wondering what was to come. Peterson followed, with Max, and closed the door. The members of the committee stood in a straggling row at the railing, looking at each other and at the floor and ceiling--anywhere but at the boss, who was sitting on the table, sternly taking them in. James stepped to one side.
"Is this all the committee?" Bannon presently said.
The men hesitated, and Murphy, who was in the centre, answered, "Yes, sir."
"You are the governing members of your lodge?"
There was an air of cool authority about Bannon that disturbed the men.
They had been led to believe that his power reached only the work on the elevator, and that an attempt on his part to interfere in any way with their organization would be an act of high-handed tyranny, "to be resisted to the death" (Grady"s words). But these men standing before their boss, in his own office, were not the same men that thrilled with righteous wrath under Grady"s eloquence in the meetings over Barry"s saloon. So they looked at the floor and ceiling again, until Murphy at last answered:--
"Yes, sir."
Bannon waited again, knowing that every added moment of silence gave him the firmer control.
"I have nothing to say about the government of your organization," he said, speaking slowly and coldly. "I have brought you here to ask you this question, Have you voted to strike?"
The silence was deep. Peterson, leaning against the closed door, held his breath; Max, sitting on the railing with his elbow thrown over the desk, leaned slightly forward. The eyes of the laborers wandered restlessly about the room. They were disturbed, taken off their guard; they needed Grady. But the thought of Grady was followed by the consciousness of the silent figure of the new man, James, standing behind them. Murphy"s first impulse was to lie. Perhaps, if James had not been there, he would have lied. As it was, he glanced up two or three times, and his lips as many times framed themselves about words that did not come. Finally he said, mumbling the words:--
"No, we ain"t voted for no strike."
"There has been no such decision made by your organization?"
"No, I guess not."
Bannon turned to Peterson.
"Mr. Peterson, will you please find Mr. Grady and bring him here."
Max and Peterson hurried out together. Bannon drew up the chair, and turned his back on the committee, going on with his figuring. Not a word was said; the men hardly moved; and the minutes went slowly by. Then there was a stir outside, and the sound of low voices. The door flew open, admitting Grady, who stalked to the railing, choking with anger.
Max, who immediately followed, was grinning, his eyes resting on a round spot of dust on Grady"s shoulder, and on his torn collar and disarranged tie. Peterson came in last, and carefully closed the door--his eyes were blazing, and one sleeve was rolled up over his bare forearm. Neither of them spoke. If anything in the nature of an a.s.sault had seemed necessary in dragging the delegate to the office, there had been no witnesses. And he had entered the room of his own accord.
Grady was at a disadvantage, and he knew it. Breathing hard, his face red, his little eyes darting about the room, he took it all in--the members of the committee; the boss, figuring at the table, with an air of exasperating coolness about his lean back; and last of all, James, standing in the shadow. It was the sight of the new man that checked the storm of words that was pressing on Grady"s tongue. But he finally gathered himself and stepped forward, pushing aside one of the committee.
Then Bannon turned. He faced about in his chair and began to talk straight at the committee, ignoring the delegate. Grady began to talk at the same time, but though his voice was the louder, no one seemed to hear him. The men were looking at Bannon. Grady hesitated, started again, and then, bound by his own rage and his sense of defeat, let his words die away, and stood casting about for an opening.
"--This man Grady threatened a good while ago that I would have a strike on my hands. He finally came to me and offered to protect me if I would pay him five thousand dollars."
"That"s a lie!" shouted the delegate. "He come to me----"
Bannon had hardly paused. He drew a typewritten copy of Grady"s letter from his pocket, and read it aloud, then handed it over to Murphy.
"That"s the way he came at me. I want you to read it."
The man took it awkwardly, glanced at it, and pa.s.sed it on.
"To-night he"s ordered a strike. He calls himself your representative, but he has acted on his own responsibility. Now, I am going to talk plain to you. I came here to build this elevator, and I"m going to do it. I propose to treat you men fair and square. If you think you ain"t treated right, you send an honest man to this office, and I"ll talk with him. But I"m through with Grady. I won"t have him here at all. If you send him around again, I"ll throw him off the job."