Once he was heard to distinctly articulate:
"This makes me tired."
The court begged and pleaded, cajoled, argued in vain with the stubborn scrubwomen. Not an inch would they move in their demands. The floors were becoming unspeakably filthy. They had not been scrubbed since the arrival of the colony.
Norman turned to Barbara.
"Put the question solemnly to ourselves--we don"t want the job at any price, do we?"
"I couldn"t do it!" she admitted, frankly. "Then what"s the use? We must be fair. It"s worth what they ask."
The court granted the demands and the scrubwomen and dishwashers marched to the kitchen and once more the chef tore his hair and cursed the fate which brought him to such disgrace as to work with stupid subordinates at equal wages and gaze on dishwashers and scrubwomen whose wages exceeded his own.
The climax of all demands was reached when the drainman demanded a hundred and fifty dollars a month and four hours for each working day.
Norman looked at him in dumb confusion. He knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth and he had no answer.
The drainman bowed low in mock humility, but the proud wave of his hand belied his words.
"My calling was a humble one in the old world, Comrade Judges," he said. "I came here to climb mountain heights and find my way among the stars. You have sent me back to the sewers. I always felt that I had missed my true calling. I"ve always wanted to be a poet----"
The Bard shook his mane and groaned.
"I don"t want this job at any price. But the sewers are choked. They have not been cleaned for two years. It must be done. I"ve named my price. I"ll gladly yield to any man who envies my luck. If such a man is here let him speak--or forever hereafter hold his peace."
With a grandiloquent gesture the drainman swept the crowd with his eye, but no man responded.
The court granted his demand.
The Bard leaped once more to his feet and entered his protest. This time old Tom listened with interest. His concluding sentence rang with bitter irony:
"Against these absurd decisions I lift my voice once more in solemn protest. We came to this charmed island to abolish all cla.s.s distinctions. You have destroyed the old cla.s.ses based on culture, achievement, genius, wealth, and power. You have created a new aristocracy on whose shield is emblazoned--a dish-rag and scrubbing-brush encircled by a sewer pipe! I make my most humble bow to our new king--the drainman! I hail the apotheosis of the scrubwoman!"
"Say, you give me a pain--shut up" thundered Tom.
The singer collapsed with a sigh and the crowd laughed.
The foreman of the farm brought two men before the court and asked for important instructions.
"Comrade Judges," he began, "I had two men a.s.signed to me a week ago whom I don"t want and won"t have at any price. I return them to the Brotherhood with thanks. You can do what you please with them."
"What"s the matter?" Norman asked, with some irritation.
The foreman shoved and kicked a man in front of the judges.
"This fool----"
"You must not use such language, Mr. Foreman," Barbara interrupted.
"I beg your pardon, Comrade Judges," he apologized. "This coyote I put on a mowing-machine yesterday. He said he knew how to run it. He broke it on a smooth piece of ground the first hour. I gave him another and he wrecked it before noon. It will take the labour of five men two days to repair the damage he has done. I don"t want him at any price."
"What have you to say?" Norman asked the accused.
"It wasn"t my fault. The thing broke itself."
"But how did it happen twice the same day, sonny?" Tom asked.
"I dunno. Hit jist happened," was the dogged answer.
"I"ve another scoundrel----"
"You must not use such language," Barbara broke in.
"Again begging the pardon of Comrade Judges," the foreman continued: "This dog"--he kicked another slovenly looking lout before the judges--"tore to pieces the shoulders of two pairs of horses with careless harnessing before I found him and kicked him out of the stables. Those four horses can"t work for a month. We"ll have to pay at least $500 for two teams right away to take their places, or lose a crop of hay."
Tom glared at the culprit.
"What did ye ruin them horses" shoulders fer?"
"I didn"t know it," was the sulking answer.
"He"s a liar!" cried the foreman. "He put the same collars on their galled necks three days in succession and beat them unmercifully when they couldn"t pull the load."
"What do you say, Tom?" Norman asked.
The old miner glared at the last culprit and his grim mouth tightened:
"Wall, you kin do as ye please, but any man that"ll abuse a hoss will commit murder. I"d put the fust one in the cow lot to shovellin"
compost. This one I"d quietly lynch--no public rumpus about it--jest take "im down by the beach, hang "im to one of them posts on the pier, shoot "im full of holes, and drop "im into the sea to be sure he don"t come back to life."
Norman conferred with Barbara a moment and rendered the decision:
"Mr. Foreman, the first man is transferred from the field machinery to the compost-heap in the barnyard. The second man who disabled the horses will a.s.sist in cleaning the sewers. Their wages will remain the same as before."
A round of applause greeted this decision.
The Bard renewed his attack with unusual zeal. Standing before the court and shaking his long hair he cried:
"At last the climax of tyranny! Two comrades condemned without a jury and without defense! I congratulate you. In one day you have established an aristocracy of filth and created a penal colony without a hearing or appeal. We are making progress."
The old miner grunted, Barbara smiled tenderly at Norman, and the court adjourned.
CHAPTER XIX
SOME TROUBLES IN HEAVEN