"huckleberries." And the blacks don"t count, one way or the other."
The engineer of the accommodation had whistled for Gordonia, and Tom was gathering his dunnage.
"Our scramble is going to depend very largely on the outcome of the meeting which I"m going to ask you to call for say, two o"clock this afternoon on the floor of the foundry building," he said. "Will you stay in town and get the men together, while I go home and see mother and shape up my talk?"
Caleb Gordon acquiesced, glad of a chance to have somewhat to do. And so, in the very beginning of things, it was the son and not the father who took the helm of the tempest-driven ship.
XX
DRY WELLS
As early as one o"clock in the afternoon, the elder Helgerson, acting as day watchman at the iron-works, had opened the great yard gates, and the men began to gather by twos and threes and in little caucusing knots on the sand floor of the huge, iron-roofed foundry building. Some of the more heedful set to work making seats of the wooden flask frames and bottom boards; and in the pouring s.p.a.ce fronting one of the cupolas they built a rough-and-ready platform out of the same materials.
As the numbers increased the men fell into groups, dividing first on the color-line, and then by trades, with the white miners in the majority and doing most of the talking.
"What"s all this buzzin" round about young Tom?" queried one of the men in the miners" caucus. "Might" nigh every other word with old Caleb was, "Tom; my son, Tom." Why, I riccollect him when he wasn"t no more"n knee-high to a hop-toad!"
"Well, you bet your life he"s a heap higher"n that now," said another, who had chanced to be at the station when the Gordons, father and son, left the train together. "He"s a half a head taller than the old man, an" built like one o" Maje" Dabney"s thoroughbreds. But I reckon he ain"t nothin" but a school-boy, for all o" that."
"Gar-r-r!" spat a third. "We"ve had one kid too many in this outfit, all along. I"ll bet, if the truth was knowed, th"t that young Farley"d skin a louse for the hide and tallow."
"Yes," chimed in a fourth, a "huckleberry" miner from the Bald Mountain district, "and I reckon whar thar"s sich a h.e.l.l of a smoke, thar"s a right smart heap o" fire, ef it could on"y be onkivered."
But all of this was in a manner beside the mark, and there were many to inquire what the Gordons were going to do. Ludlow, check weigher in Number Two entry, and the head of the local union, took it on himself to reply.
"B"gosh! I don"t b"lieve the old man knows, himself. He fit around and fit around, talkin" to me, and never said nothin" more"n that there was goin" to be a meetin" here at two o"clock, and Tom--his son Tom--was goin" to speak to it."
"All right; we"re a-waitin" on son Tom right now," said a grizzled old coal-digger on the outer edge of the group. "And ef he"s got anything to say, he cayn"t say hit none too sudden. My ol" woman told me this mornin" she was a-hittin" the bottom o" the meal bar"l, kerchuck! ever"
time she was dippin" into hit. Hit"s erbout time there was somepin doin", ez I allow."
"Saw it off!" warned Ludlow. "Here they come, both of "em."
Tom and his father had entered the building from the cupola side, and Tom mounted the flask-built platform while the men were scattering to find seats. He made a goodly figure of young manhood, standing at ease on the pile of frames until quiet should prevail, and the glances flung up from the throng of workmen were friendly rather than critical. When the time came, he began to speak quietly, but with a certain masterful quality in his voice that unmistakably constrained attention.
"I suppose you have all been told why the works are shut down--why you are out of a job in the middle of summer; and I understand you are not fully satisfied with the reason that was given--hard times. You have been saying among yourselves that if the president and the treasurer could go off on a holiday trip to Europe, the situation couldn"t be so very desperate. Isn"t that so?"
"That"s so; you"ve hit it in the head first crack out o" the box," was the swift reply from a score of the men.
"Good; then we"ll settle that point before we go any further. I want to tell you men that the hard times are here, sure enough. We are all hoping that they won"t last very long; but the fact remains that the wheels have stopped. Let me tell you: I"ve just come down from the North, and the streets of the cities up there are full of idle men. All the way down here I didn"t see a single iron-furnace in blast, and those of you who have been over to South Tredegar know what the conditions are there. Mr. Farley has gone to Europe because he believes there is nothing to be done here, and the facts are on his side. For anybody with money enough to live on, this is a mighty good time to take a vacation."
There was a murmur of protest, voicing itself generally in a denial of the possibility for men who wrought with their hands and ate in the sweat of their brows.
"I know that," was Tom"s rejoinder. "Some of us can"t afford to take a lay-off; I can"t, for one. And that"s why we are here this afternoon.
Chiawa.s.see can blow in again and stay in blast if we"ve all got nerve enough to hang on. If we start up and go on making pig, it"ll be on a dead market and we"ll have to sell it at a loss or stack it in the yards. We can"t do the first, and I needn"t tell you that it is going to take a mighty long purse to do the stacking. It will be all outgo and no income. If--"
"Spit it out," called Ludlow, from the forefront of the miners"
division. "I reckon we all know what"s comin"."
Gordon thrust out his square jaw and gave them the fact bluntly.
"It"s a case of half a loaf or no bread. If Chiawa.s.see blows in again, it will be on borrowed money. If you men will take half-pay in cash and half in promises, the promised half to be paid when we can sell the stacked pig, we go on. If not, we don"t. Talk it over among yourselves and let us have your decision."
There was hot caucusing and a fair imitation of pandemonium on the foundry floor following this bomb-hurling, and Tom sat down on the edge of the platform to give the men time. Caleb Gordon sat within arm"s reach, nursing his knee, diligently saying nothing. It was Tom, undoubtedly, but a Tom who had become a citizen of another world, a newer world than the one the ex-artilleryman knew and lived in.
He--Caleb--had freely predicted a riot as the result of the half-pay proposal; yet Tom had applied the match and there was no explosion. The buzzing, arguing groups were not riotous--only fiercely questioning.
It was Ludlow, hammering clamorously for silence on the sh.e.l.l of the big crane ladle, who acted as spokesman when the uproar was quelled.
"You"re all right, Tom Gordon--you and your daddy. But you"ve hit us plum" "twixt dinner and supper. If you two was the company--"
Tom stood up and interrupted.
"We are the company. While Mr. Farley is away we"re the bosses; what we say, goes."
"All right," Ludlow went on. "That"s a little better. But we"ve got a kick or two comin". Is this half-pay goin" to be in orders on the company"s store?"
"I said cash," said Tom briefly.
"Good enough. But I s"pose we"d have to spend it at the company"s store, jest the same, "r get fired."
"No!"--emphatically. "I"m not even sure that we should reopen the store.
We shall not reopen it unless you men want it. If you do want it, we"ll make it strictly cooperative, dividing the profits with every employee according to his purchases."
"Well, by gol, that"s white, anyway," commented one of the c.o.ke burners.
"Be a mighty col" day in July when old man Farley"d talk as straight as that."
"Ag"in," said Ludlow, "what"s this half-pay to be figured on--the reg"lar scale?"
"Of course."
"And what security do we have that t"other half "ll be paid, some time?"
"My father"s word, and mine."
"And if old man Farley says no?"
"Mr. Farley is out of it for the present, and he has nothing to say about it. You are making this deal with Gordon and Gordon."
"Well, now, that"s a heap more like it." Ludlow turned to the miners.
"What d"ye say, boys? Fish or cut bait? Hands up!"
There was a good showing of hands among the white miners and the c.o.ke burners, but the negro foundry men did not vote. Patty, the mulatto foreman who was Helgerson"s second, explained the reason.
"You ain"t said nuttin" "bout de foundry, Boss Tom. W-w-w-w-we-all boys been wukkin" short ti-ti-time, and m-m-m-makin" pig ain"t gwine give we-all n-n-nuttin" ter do." Patty had a painful impediment in his speech, and the strain of the public occasion doubled it.
"We are going to run the foundry, too, Patty, and on full time. There will be work for all of you on the terms I have named."