"Well, well--yes--that"s true!" he agreed, after a second"s silence.
"To a certain extent--I see what you mean!--that is true. But, Sue, this is an unusual case. I organized these boys, I talked to them, and for them. They couldn"t hold together without me--they"ll tell you so themselves!"
"But, Billy, that"s not logic. Suppose you died?"
"Well, well, but by the Lord Harry I"m not going to die!" he said heatedly. "I propose to stick right here on my job, and if they get a bunch of scabs in here they can take the consequences! The hour of organized labor has come, and we"ll fight the thing out along these lines---"
"Through your hat--that"s the way you"re talking now!" Susan said scornfully. "Don"t use those worn-out phrases, Bill; don"t do it! I"m sick of people who live by a bunch of expressions, without ever stopping to think whether they mean anything or not! You"re too big and too smart for that, Bill! Now, here you"ve given the cause a splendid push up, you"ve helped these particular men! Now go somewhere else, and stir up more trouble. They"ll find someone to carry it on, don"t you worry, and meanwhile you"ll be a sort of idol--all the more influential for being a martyr to the cause!"
Billy did not answer. He got up and walked away from her, turned, and came slowly back.
"I"ve been here ten years," he said then, and at the sound of pain in his voice the girl"s heart began to ache for him. "I don"t believe they"d stand for it," he added presently, with more hope. And finally, "And I don"t know what I"d do!"
"Well, that oughtn"t to influence you," Susan said bracingly.
"No, you"re quite right. That"s not the point," he agreed quickly.
Presently she saw him lean forward in the darkness, and put his head in his hands. Susan longed to put her arm about him, and draw the rough head to her shoulder and comfort him.
At breakfast time the next morning, Billy walked into Mrs. Cudahy"s dining-room, very white, very serious, determined lines drawn about his firm young mouth. Susan looked at him, half-fearful, half-pitying.
"How late did you walk, Bill?" she asked, for he had gone out again after bringing her back to the house the night before.
"I didn"t go to bed," he said briefly. He sat down by the table. "Well, I guess Miss Brown put her finger on the very heart of the matter, Clem," said he.
"And how"s that?" asked Clem Cudahy. His wife, in the very act of pouring the newcomer a cup of coffee, stopped with arrested arm. Susan experienced a sensation of panic.
"Oh, but I didn"t mean anything!" she said eagerly. "Don"t mind what I said, Bill!"
But the matter had been taken out of her hands now, and in less than an hour the news spread over the entire settlement. Mr. Oliver was going to resign!
The rest of the morning and the early afternoon went by in a confused rush. At three o"clock Billy, surrounded by vociferous allies, walked to the hall, for a stormy and exhausting meeting.
"The boys wouldn"t listen to him at all at first," said Clem, in giving the women an account of it, later. "But eventually they listened, and eventually he carried the day. It was all too logical to be ignored and turned aside, he told them. They had not been fighting for any personal interest, or any one person. They had asked for this change, and that, and the other,--and these things they might still win. He, after all, had nothing to do with the issue; as a recognized labor union they might stand on their own feet."
After that the two committees met, in old Mr. Carpenter"s office, and Billy came home to Susan and Mrs. Cudahy, and sat for a tense hour playing moodily with Lizzie"s baby.
Then the committee came back, almost as silently as it had come last night. But this time it brought news. The strike was over.
Very quietly, very gravely, they made it known that terms had been reached at last. Practically everything had been granted, on the single condition that William Oliver resign from his position in the Iron Works, and his presidency of the union.
Billy congratulated them. Susan knew that he was so emotionally shaken, and so tired, as to be scarcely aware of what he was doing and saying.
Men and women began to come in and discuss the great news. There were some tears; there was real grief on more than one of the hard young faces.
"I"ll see all you boys again in a day or two," Billy said. "I"m going over to Sausalito to-night,--I"m all in! We"ve won, and that"s the main thing, but I want you to let me off quietly to-night,--we can go over the whole thing later.
"Gosh, about one cheer, and I would have broken down like a kid!" he said to Susan, on the car. Ra.s.sette and Clem had escorted them thither; Mrs. Cudahy and Lizzie walking soberly behind them, with Susan. Both women kissed Susan good-bye, and Susan smiled through her tears as she saw the last of them.
"I"ll take good care of him," she promised the old woman. "He"s been overdoing it too long!"
"Lord, it will be good to get away into the big woods," said Billy.
"You"re quite right, I"ve taken the whole thing too hard!"
"At the same time," said Susan, "you"ll want to get back to work, sooner or later, and, personally, I can"t imagine anything else in life half as fascinating as work right there, among those people, or people like them!"
"Then you can see how it would cut a fellow all up to leave them?" he asked wistfully.
"See!" Susan echoed. "Why, I"m just about half-sick with homesickness myself!"
CHAPTER V
The train went on and on and on; through woods wrapped in dripping mist, and fields smothered in fog. The unseasonable August afternoon wore slowly away. Betsey, fitting her head against the uncomfortable red velvet back of the seat, dozed or seemed to doze. Mrs. Carroll opened her magazine over and over again, shut it over and over again, and stared out at the landscape, eternally slipping by. William Oliver, seated next to Susan, was unashamedly asleep, and Susan, completing the quartette, looked dreamily from face to face, yawned suppressedly, and wrestled with "The Right of Way."
They were making the six hours" trip to the big forest for a month"s holiday, and it seemed to each one of the four that they had been in the train a long, long time. In the racks above their heads were coats and cameras, suit-cases and summer hats, and a long cardboard box, originally intended for "Gents" medium, ribbed, white," but now carrying fringed napkins and the remains of a luncheon.
It had all been planned a hundred times, under the big lamp in the Sausalito sitting-room. The twelve o"clock train--Farwoods Station at five--an hour"s ride in the stage--six o"clock. Then they would be at the cabin, and another hour--say--would be spent in the simplest of housewarming. A fire must be built to dry bedding after the long months, and to cook bacon and eggs, and just enough unpacking to find night-wear and sheets. That must do for the first night.
"But we"ll sit and talk over the fire," Betsey would plead. "Please, Mother! We"ll be all through dinner at eight o"clock!"
The train however was late, nearly half-an-hour late, when they reached Farwoods. The stage, pleasant enough in pleasant weather, was disgustingly cramped and close inside. Susan and Betsey were both young enough to resent the complacency with which Jimmy climbed up, with his dog, beside the driver.
"You let him stay in the baggage-car with Baloo all the way, Mother,"
Betts reproached her, flinging herself recklessly into the coach, "and now you"re letting him ride in the rain!"
"Well, stop falling over everything, for Heaven"s sake, Betts!" Susan scolded. "And don"t step on the camera! Don"t get in, Billy,--I say DON"T GET IN! Well, why don"t you listen to me then! These things are all over the floor, and I have to---"
"I have to get in, it"s pouring,--don"t be such a crab, Sue!" Billy said pleasantly. "Lord, what"s that! What did I break?"
"That"s the suitcase with the food in it," Susan snapped. "PLEASE wait a minute, Betts!--All right," finished Susan bitterly, settling herself in a dark corner, "tramp over everything, I don"t care!"
"If you don"t care, why are you talking about it?" asked Betts.
"He says that we"ll have to get out at the willows, and walk up the trail," said Mrs. Carroll, bending her tall head, as she entered the stage, after a conversation with the driver. "Gracious sakes, how things have been tumbled in! Help me pile these things up, girls!"
"I was trying to," Susan began stiffly, leaning forward to do her share. A sudden jolt of the starting stage brought her head against Betts with a violent concussion. After that she sat back in magnificent silence for half the long drive.
They jerked and jolted on the uneven roads, the rain was coming down more steadily now, and finally even Jimmy and the shivering Baloo had to come inside the already well-filled stage.
It was quite dark when they were set down at the foot of the overgrown trail, and started, heavily loaded, for the cabin. Wind sighed and swept through the upper branches of the forest, boughs creaked and whined, the ground underfoot was spongy with moisture, and the air very cold.
The cabin was dark and deserted looking; a drift of tiny redwood branches carpeted the porch. The rough steps ran water. Once inside, they struck matches and lighted a candle.
Cold, darkness and disorder everybody had expected to find. But it was a blow to discover that the great stone fireplace, the one real beauty of the room, and the delight of every chilly evening, had been brought down by some winter gale. A bleak gap marked its once hospitable vicinity, cool air rushed in where the breath of dancing flames had so often rushed out, and, some in a great heap on the hearth, and some flung in muddy confusion to the four corners of the room, the sooty stones lay scattered.
It was a bad moment for everyone. Betsey began to cry, her weary little head on her mother"s shoulder.