"It was all over, from first to last, in five minutes."
"It seemed ages and ages."
"I guess that"s the way it seemed to Jelly Belly, stuck on the pickets,"
Billy smiled grimly. "But he"s a hard one to kill. He"s been shot an"
cut up a dozen different times. But they say now he"ll be crippled for life--have to go around on crutches, or in a wheel-chair. That"ll stop him from doin" any more dirty work for the railroad. He was one of their top gun-fighters--always up to his ears in the thick of any fightin"
that was goin" on. He never was leery of anything on two feet, I"ll say that much for"m."
"Where does he live?" Saxon inquired.
"Up on Adeline, near Tenth--fine neighborhood an" fine two-storied house. He must pay thirty dollars a month rent. I guess the railroad paid him pretty well."
"Then he must be married?"
"Yep. I never seen his wife, but he"s got one son, Jack, a pa.s.senger engineer. I used to know him. He was a nifty boxer, though he never went into the ring. An" he"s got another son that"s teacher in the high school. His name"s Paul. We"re about the same age. He was great at baseball. I knew him when we was kids. He pitched me out three times hand-runnin" once, when the Durant played the Cole School."
Saxon sat back in the Morris chair, resting and thinking. The problem was growing more complicated than ever. This elderly, round-bellied, and bald-headed gunfighter, too, had a wife and family. And there was Frank Davis, married barely a year and with a baby boy. Perhaps the scab he shot in the stomach had a wife and children. All seemed to be acquainted, members of a very large family, and yet, because of their particular families, they battered and killed each other. She had seen Chester Johnson kill a scab, and now they were going to hang Chester Johnson, who had married Kittie Brady out of the cannery, and she and Kittie Brady had worked together years before in the paper box factory.
Vainly Saxon waited for Billy to say something that would show he did not countenance the killing of the scabs.
"It was wrong," she ventured finally.
"They killed Bert," he countered. "An" a lot of others. An" Frank Davis.
Did you know he was dead? Had his whole lower jaw shot away--died in the ambulance before they could get him to the receiving hospital. There was never so much killin" at one time in Oakland before."
"But it was their fault," she contended. "They began it. It was murder."
Billy did not reply, but she heard him mutter hoa.r.s.ely. She knew he said "G.o.d d.a.m.n them"; but when she asked, "What?" he made no answer. His eyes were deep with troubled clouds, while the mouth had hardened, and all his face was bleak.
To her it was a heart-stab. Was he, too, like the rest? Would he kill other men who had families, like Bert, and Frank Davis, and Chester Johnson had killed? Was he, too, a wild beast, a dog that would snarl over a bone?
She sighed. Life was a strange puzzle. Perhaps Mercedes Higgins was right in her cruel statement of the terms of existence.
"What of it," Billy laughed harshly, as if in answer to her unuttered questions. "It"s dog eat dog, I guess, and it"s always ben that way.
Take that sc.r.a.p outside there. They killed each other just like the North an" South did in the Civil War."
"But workingmen can"t win that way, Billy. You say yourself that it spoiled their chance of winning."
"I suppose not," he admitted reluctantly. "But what other chance they"ve got to win I don"t see. Look at "us. We"ll be up against it next."
"Not the teamsters?" she cried.
He nodded gloomily.
"The bosses are cuttin" loose all along the line for a high old time.
Say they"re goin" to beat us to our knees till we come crawlin" back a-beggin" for our jobs. They"ve bucked up real high an" mighty what of all that killin" the other day. Havin" the troops out is half the fight, along with havin" the preachers an" the papers an" the public behind "em. They"re shootin" off their mouths already about what they"re goin"
to do. They"re sure gunning for trouble. First, they"re goin" to hang Chester Johnson an" as many more of the fifteen as they can. They say that flat. The Tribune, an" the Enquirer an" the Times keep sayin" it over an over every day. They"re all union-bustin" to beat the band. No more closed shop. To h.e.l.l with organized labor. Why, the dirty little Intelligencer come out this morning an" said that every union official in Oakland ought to be run outa town or stretched up. Fine, eh? You bet it"s fine.
"Look at us. It ain"t a case any more of sympathetic strike for the mill-workers. We got our own troubles. They"ve fired our four best men--the ones that was always on the conference committees. Did it without cause. They"re lookin" for trouble, as I told you, an" they"ll get it, too, if they don"t watch out. We got our tip from the Frisco Water Front Confederation. With them backin" us we"ll go some."
"You mean you"ll... strike?" Saxon asked.
He bent his head.
"But isn"t that what they want you to do?--from the way they"re acting?"
"What"s the difference?" Billy shrugged his shoulders, then continued.
"It"s better to strike than to get fired. We beat "em to it, that"s all, an" we catch "em before they"re ready. Don"t we know what they"re doin"?
They"re collectin" gradin"-camp drivers an" mule-skinners all up an" down the state. They got forty of "em, feedin" "em in a hotel in Stockton right now, an" ready to rush "em in on us an" hundreds more like "em. So this Sat.u.r.day"s the last wages I"ll likely bring home for some time."
Saxon closed her eyes and thought quietly for five minutes. It was not her way to take things excitedly. The coolness of poise that Billy so admired never deserted her in time of emergency. She realized that she herself was no more than a mote caught up in this tangled, nonunderstandable conflict of many motes.
"We"ll have to draw from our savings to pay for this month"s rent," she said brightly.
Billy"s face fell.
"We ain"t got as much in the bank as you think," he confessed. "Bert had to be buried, you know, an I coughed up what the others couldn"t raise."
"How much was it?"
"Forty dollars. I was goin" to stand off the butcher an" the rest for a while. They knew I was good pay. But they put it to me straight. They"d been carryin" the shopmen right along an was up against it themselves.
An" now with that strike smashed they"re pretty much smashed themselves.
So I took it all out of the bank. I knew you wouldn"t mind. You don"t, do you?"
She smiled bravely, and bravely overcame the sinking feeling at her heart.
"It was the only right thing to do, Billy. I would have done it if you were lying sick, and Bert would have done it for you an" me if it had been the other way around."
His face was glowing.
"Gee, Saxon, a fellow can always count on you. You"re like my right hand. That"s why I say no more babies. If I lose you I"m crippled for life."
"We"ve got to economize," she mused, nodding her appreciation. "How much is in bank?"
"Just about thirty dollars. You see, I had to pay Martha Skelton an" for the... a few other little things. An" the union took time by the neck and levied a four dollar emergency a.s.sessment on every member just to be ready if the strike was pulled off. But Doc Hentley can wait. He said as much. He"s the goods, if anybody should ask you. How"d you like"m?"
"I liked him. But I don"t know about doctors. He"s the first I ever had--except when I was vaccinated once, and then the city did that."
"Looks like the street car men are goin" out, too. Dan Fallon"s come to town. Came all the way from New York. Tried to sneak in on the quiet, but the fellows knew when he left New York, an" kept track of him all the way acrost. They have to. He"s Johnny-on-the-Spot whenever street car men are licked into shape. He"s won lots of street car strikes for the bosses. Keeps an army of strike breakers an" ships them all over the country on special trains wherever they"re needed. Oakland"s never seen labor troubles like she"s got and is goin" to get. All h.e.l.l"s goin" to break loose from the looks of it."
"Watch out for yourself, then, Billy. I don"t want to lose you either."
"Aw, that"s all right. I can take care of myself. An" besides, it ain"t as though we was licked. We got a good chance."
"But you"ll lose if there is any killing."
"Yep; we gotta keep an eye out against that."