A RAILROAD STRIKE
"It"s a bad outlook, lad," said old John Griscom.
The veteran engineer was serious and anxious as he p.r.o.nounced the words. He and Ralph were proceeding down the tracks beyond the round-house, just returned from their regular run from the city.
"It"s a strike, is it?" inquired Ralph.
"Worse than a strike," replied Griscom. "The railroad men"s union is in a squabble among themselves and a fight is on. That means trouble and damage all around."
It was two weeks after the kidnapping of young Trevor, and affairs had subsided to regular routine for the engineer and fireman of the Limited Mail. The president of the Great Northern had sent a check for one hundred dollars to Ralph, which he divided with Griscom, both making up twenty-five dollars for Van Sherwin. From the actions of their superiors they knew that their being in close touch with Mr.
Grant had helped them considerably, and both felt secure and contented in their positions, when a new disturbing element appeared.
For several days there had been trouble on both the Great Northern and the Midland Central. As Ralph understood it, the discharge of an irresponsible engineer on the latter line of railroad had led to a demand for his reinstatement. This the railway officials refused. A strike was at once ordered.
Two days later a man named Delmay, a strike agent, came to Stanley Junction. He demanded that the men on the Great Northern engage in a sympathetic strike until the other road was brought to terms. The older, wiser hands laughed at him. Jim Evans had returned to Stanley Junction, and at once joined in a movement to disrupt the local union by favoring the strike in question.
Evans had done a good deal of swaggering and threatening around the roundhouse that day, Ralph had just learned, and had intimidated some of the new hands into joining in the strike movement. He had left word that, as men came in from their runs, they were to report at a hall where the strikers met and announce which side of the contest they favored.
"Here we are, lad," said the veteran engineer, as they started up the stairs of a building on Railroad Street. "Don"t look very business-like, those pails of beer going into that hall yonder and that cloud of tobacco smoke. I wouldn"t stir a foot, only it"s quite regular according to union rules to call and report in a matter like this."
"What are you going to do, Mr. Griscom?" asked Ralph.
"Short and sweet, give my sentiments and leave these loafers to fight it out among themselves."
"Include mine," said Ralph. "I do not understand these strike complications and I know you do, so I shall follow your guidance."
When they entered the hall they found a noisy crowd, smoking, playing cards and lounging about. On a platform sat Jim Evans, looking profoundly important. He sat at a table with a heap of papers before him. Griscom approached him, Ralph by his side.
"Who"s in charge here?" demanded the old engineer gruffly.
"I am," announced Evans, in a somewhat unsteady tone. "Head of the movement."
"That so?" muttered Griscom. "Movement can"t amount to much, then. Now then, Jim Evans, just one word. We came here out of courtesy to the union. We are members in good standing, and we represent the majority. At the meeting last night we voted you out as seceders. I am authorized to inform you that from now on no attention whatever will be paid to your crowd here."
"Is that so?" sneered Evans. "I reckon we"ll attract some attention when we get in action. We have started our own union. We are going to break up the old one. Whoever comes in now to help us holds his job.
Whoever don"t, will get downed somewhere along the line, and don"t you forget it."
"Being in the wrong," predicted Griscom steadily, "you won"t succeed."
"Will you sign the roll?"
"No."
"Nor Fairbanks?"
"Let the lad speak for himself," said Griscom.
"I know little about these complications, Mr. Evans," said Ralph. "I pay my dues, and we are upheld in our positions by the central union.
In the present instance I stand by the regular men."
Evans angrily picked up a sheet of paper. He scribbled upon it hastily.
"Know what that means?" he demanded.
"We don"t, and are not at all anxious to know," retorted Griscom, turning to leave the hall.
"It means that you are blacklisted!" shouted Evans, rising to his feet. "As to you, Fairbanks, I owe you one, and the time has come when I am in power. Think twice--join us, or it will be the worse for you."
"Come on, lad," directed Griscom.
"Men," roared Evans to his mob of friends, "those two are on the black list. Notice them particularly, and hit hard when you strike."
Ralph went home somewhat disturbed by the episode, but not at all alarmed. He knew that such complications were frequent among the unions. His mother, however, was quite worried over the affair.
"That fellow Evans is a bad man, and has a personal hatred for you, Ralph," she said. "Besides that, as we know, he has been incited to make you trouble by Mr. Farrington. Be careful of yourself, my son, for I fear he may try to do you some mischief."
"I can only go on in the clear path of duty," said Ralph st.u.r.dily.
The next morning the roundhouse was in quite a tumult. Its vicinity was picketed by the strikers. Ralph entered the place to find Tim Forgan, the foreman, in a state of great excitement and worry. There were not men enough for the regular runs.
"Take out your regular train," he said to Griscom, "but I believe it will be annulled and new orders issued at the city end of the line.
We"re in for trouble, I can tell you. The strikers make some pretty bad threats, and you want to watch every foot of the route until this strike is settled one way or the other."
"There is no other way except to oppose these loafers boldly,"
p.r.o.nounced Griscom. "The union has expelled them, and they are on the basis of rioters."
"Well, the railroad company will make some move to protect its property," said Forgan. "They must give us more men, though, or we will have to annul half the daily trains."
The Limited Mail got out of the yards with some difficulty. They had a spiked switch to look out for, and a missile from an old building smashed the headlight gla.s.s. At the limits a man tossed a folded paper into the locomotive cab. It was a poor scrawl containing direful threats to anyone opposing the new union.
When they reached the terminus Griscom found a committee of men from the central union waiting for him. They held a consultation. Then a messenger from the railway office came after him. It was a busy day for the veteran rail-roader.
"I don"t like the looks of things," he said to Ralph, as they started on the homeward run. "The central union backs us, and the company is bound to fight the strikers to a finish. A lot of men are going down to take the places of the strikers. We are carrying them on this train, and serious trouble will begin as soon as the new men go to work."
Two days later the freight traffic of the Great Northern was practically tied up. The situation had become positively alarming. The strikers had gathered strength of numbers through intimidation, and the coming of new workers had aroused animosity.
Car loads of perishable fruits and the like were rotting in the yards, men were beaten, engines crippled, orders mixed up, crown sheets burned and cars smashed on open switches.
The Limited Mail was annulled as a regular train, and Griscom and Ralph and all other pa.s.senger employes placed on the irregular list.
One day a man would take out the Mail, the next day he would be running freight empties to the city.
Some cars on siding along the route had been set on fire, and Griscom and Ralph were ordered down the line to pick up freight strays and haul them to the yards at Dover. It proved an unpleasant task.
Strikers annoyed them in every way possible. Finally with a mixed train of about twenty cars they arrived at Afton, and took the sidings to gather in half-a-dozen gondolas.
The spot was remote from the main tracks. Ralph had to do the coupling. He had run back, bound on this duty in the present instance, when, just as he reached the end of their train, three ill-appearing men stepped into view from a dismantled switch shanty.
"Drop your signaling," spoke one of the three, advancing menacingly towards Ralph.