Now followed a buzz of excited talk. There were those among the crowd who from the beginning had had doubts, and to these Dave"s words appealed. He had voiced something of what they had hazily thought.
Others there were who were furious at his biting words. Others again, and these were not real lumber-jacks, who were for turning upon him the savage brutality of their drink-soaked brains.
An altercation arose. It was the dispute of factions suddenly inflamed.
It was somewhere in rear of the crowd. Those in front turned to learn the cause. Dave watched and listened. He understood. It was the result of his demand for a spokesman. Opinions were divided, and a dozen different men were urged forward. He knew he must check the dispute.
Suddenly his voice rang out above the din.
"It"s no use snarling about it like a lot of coyotes," he roared. "Pa.s.s them all through, and I"ll listen to "em all. Now, boys, pa.s.s "em through peaceably."
One of the men in front of him supported him.
"Aye, aye," he shouted. "That"s fair, boys, bring "em along. The boss"ll talk "em straight."
The man beside him hit him sharply in the ribs, and the broad-shouldered "jack" swung round.
"Ther" ain"t no "boss" to this layout, Peter," objected the man who had dealt the blow. "Yonder feller ain"t no better"n us."
The man scowled threateningly as he spoke. He was an enormous brute with a sallow, ill-tempered face, and black hair. Dave heard the words and his eyes surveyed him closely. He saw at a glance there was nothing of the lumberman about him. He set him down at once as a French Canadian bully, probably one of the men instrumental in the strike.
However, his attention was now drawn to the commotion caused by six of the lumbermen being pushed to the front as spokesmen. They joined the front rank, and stood sheepishly waiting for their employer. Custom and habit were strong upon them, and a certain awe of the master of the mills affected them.
"Now we"ll get doing," Dave said, noting with satisfaction that four of the six were old hands who had worked beside him in his early days.
"Well, boys, let"s have it. What"s your trouble? Give us the whole story."
But as spokesmen these fellows were not brilliant. They hesitated, and, finally, with something approaching a shamefaced grin, one of them spoke up.
"It"s--it"s jest wages, boss."
"Leave it at "wages," Bob!" shouted a voice at the back of the crowd.
"Yes," snarled the sallow-faced giant near by. "We"re jest man to man.
Ther" ain"t no "bosses" around."
"Hah!" Dave breathed the e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n. Then he turned his eyes, steely hard, upon the last speaker, and his words came in an unmistakable tone. "It seems there are men here who aren"t satisfied with their spokesmen. Maybe they"ll speak out good and plenty, instead of interrupting."
His challenge seemed to appeal to the original spokesman, for he laughed roughly.
"Say, boss," he cried, "he don"t cut no ice, anyways. He"s jest a b.u.m roadmaker. He ain"t bin in camp more"n six weeks. We don"t pay no "tention to him. Y"see, boss," he went on, emphasizing the last word purposely, "it"s jest wages. We"re workin" a sight longer hours than is right, an" we ain"t gettin" nuthin" extry "cep" the rise you give us three months back. Wal, we"re wantin" more. That"s how."
He finished up his clumsy speech with evident relief, and mopped his forehead with his ham-like hand.
"And since when, Bob Nicholson, have you come to this conclusion?"
demanded Dave, with evident kindliness.
His tone produced instant effect upon the man. He became easier at once, and his manner changed to one of distinct friendliness.
"Wal, boss, I can"t rightly say jest when, fer sure. Guess it must ha"
bin when that orator-feller got around----"
"Shut up!" roared some one in the crowd, and the demand was followed up by distinct cursing in several directions. The sallow-faced roadmaker seized his opportunity.
"It"s wages we want an" wages we"re goin" to git!" he shouted so that the crowd could hear. "You"re sweatin" us. That"s wot you"re doin", sweatin" us, to make your pile a sight bigger. We"re honest men up here; we ain"t skunks what wants wot isn"t our lawful rights. Ef you"re yearnin" fer extry work you got to pay fer it. Wot say, boys?"
"Aye! That"s it. Extry wages," cried a number of voices in the background. But again the chorus was not unanimous. There were those, too, in the front whose scowling faces, turned on the speaker, showed their resentment at this interference by a man they did not recognize as a lumber-jack.
Dave seized his opportunity.
"You"re wanting extra wages for overtime," he cried, in a voice that carried like a steam siren. "Well, why didn"t you ask for them? Why did you go out on strike first, and then ask? Why? I"ll tell you why. I"ll tell you why you chose this d.a.m.ned gopher racket instead of acting like the honest men you boast yourselves to be. I can tell you why you wanted to lock up your camp-boss, and so prevent your wishes reaching me. I can tell you why you had men on the road between here and Malkern to stop letters going through. I can tell you why you honest men set fire to the store here, and stole all the liquor and goods in it. I can tell you why you did these things. Because you"ve just listened like silly sheep to the skunks who"ve come along since the fever broke out.
Because you"ve listened to the men who"ve set out to ruin us both, you and me. Because you"ve listened to these scallywags, who aren"t lumbermen, who"ve come among you. They"re not "jacks" and they don"t understand the work, but they"ve been drawing the same wages as you, and they"re trying to rob you of your living, they"re trying to take your jobs from you and leave you nothing. That"s why you"ve done these things, you boys who"ve worked with me for years and years, and had all you needed. Are you going to let "em rob you? They _are_ robbing you, for, I swear before G.o.d, my mills are closed down, and they"ll remain closed, and every one of you can get out and look for new work unless you turn to at once."
A murmur again arose as he finished speaking, but this time there was a note of alarm in it, a note of anger that was not against their employer. Faces looked puzzled, and ended by frowning into the faces of neighbors. Dave understood the effect he had made. He was waiting for a bigger effect. He was fighting for something that was dearer to him than life, and all his courage and resource were out to the limit. He glanced at the sallow-faced giant. Their eyes met, and in his was a fierce challenge. He drew the fellow as easily as any expert swordsman.
The man had been shrewd enough to detect the change in his comrades, and he promptly hurled himself into the fray to try and recover the lost ground. He stepped forward, towering over his fellows. He meant mischief.
"See, mates," he shouted, trying to put a jeer in his angry voice, "look at "im! He"s come here to call us a pack o" skunks an" gophers.
Him wot"s makin" thousands o" dollars a day out of us. He"s come here to kick us like a lot o" lousy curs. His own man shot up our leader, him as was trying to fit things right fer us. I tell you it was murder--b.l.o.o.d.y murder! We"re dirt to him. He can kick us--shoot us up.
We"re dogs--lousy yeller dogs--we are. You"ll listen to his s...o...b..ry talk an" you"ll go to work--and he"ll cut your wages lower, so he can make thousan"s more out o" you." Then he suddenly swung round on Dave with a fierce oath. "G.o.d blast you, it"s wages we want--d"ye hear--wages! An" we"re goin" to have "em! You ain"t goin" to grind us no longer, mister! You"re goin" to sign a "greement fer a rise o" wages of a quarter all round. That"s wot you"re goin" to do!"
Dave was watching, watching. His opportunity was coming.
"I came to talk to honest "jacks,"" he said icily, "not to blacklegs.
I"ll trouble you to get right back into the crowd, and hide your ugly head, and keep your foul tongue quiet. The boys have got their spokesmen."
His voice was sharp, but the man failed to apprehend the danger that lay behind it. He was a bigger man than Dave, and, maybe, he thought to cow him. Perhaps he didn"t realize that the master of the mills was now fighting for his existence.
There was an instant"s pause, and Dave took a step toward him.
"Get back!" he roared.
His furious demand precipitated things, as he intended it should. Like lightning the giant whipped out a gun.
"I"ll show you!" he cried.
There was a sharp report. But before he could pull the trigger a second time Dave"s right fist shot out, and a smashing blow on the chin felled him to the ground like a pole-axed ox.
As the man fell Dave turned again to the strikers, and no one noticed that his left arm was hanging helpless at his side.
CHAPTER XXIX
THE END OF THE STRIKE
When the master of the mills faced the men again he hardly knew what to expect. He could not be sure how they would view his action, or what att.i.tude they would adopt. He had considered well before provoking the sallow-faced giant, he had measured him up carefully; the thing had been premeditated. He knew the influence of physical force upon these men. The question was, had he used it at the right moment? He thought he had; he understood lumbermen, but there were more than lumbermen here, and he knew that it was this element of outsiders with whom he was really contending.
The fallen man"s pistol was on the ground at his feet. He put a foot upon it; then, glancing swiftly at the faces before him, he became aware of a silence, utter, complete, reigning everywhere. There was astonishment, even something of awe in many of the faces; in others doubt mingled with a scowling displeasure. The thing had happened so suddenly. The firing of the shot had startled them unpleasantly, and they were still looking for the result of it. On this point they had no satisfaction. Only Dave knew--he had reason to. The arm hanging limply at his side, and the throb of pain at his shoulder left him in no doubt. But he had no intention of imparting his knowledge to any one else yet. He had not finished the fight which must justify his existence as the owner of the mills.
The effect of his encounter was not an unpleasant one on the majority of the men. The use of a fist in the face of a gun was stupendous, even to them. Many of them reveled in the outsider"s downfall, and contemplated the grit of their employer with satisfaction. But there were others not so easily swayed. Amongst these were the man"s own comrades, men who, like himself, were not real lumbermen, but agitators who had received payment to agitate. Besides these there were those unstable creatures, always to be found in such a community, who had no very definite opinions of their own, but looked for the lead of the majority, ready to side with those who offered the strongest support.