"Yes, Billy. What is it?"
His hand fumbled over the bed where ordinarily it would have encountered her.
Again he called her, and she cried her presence loudly in his ear. He sighed with relief and muttered brokenly:
"I had to do it.... We needed the money."
His eyes closed, and he slept more soundly, though his muttering continued. She had heard of congestion of the brain, and was frightened.
Then she remembered his telling her of the ice Billy Murphy had held against his head.
Throwing a shawl over her head, she ran to the Pile Drivers" Home on Seventh street. The barkeeper had just opened, and was sweeping out.
From the refrigerator he gave her all the ice she wished to carry, breaking it into convenient pieces for her. Back in the house, she applied the ice to the base of Billy"s brain, placed hot irons to his feet, and bathed his head with witch hazel made cold by resting on the ice.
He slept in the darkened room until late afternoon, when, to Saxon"s dismay, he insisted on getting up.
"Gotta make a showin"," he explained. "They ain"t goin" to have the laugh on me."
In torment he was helped by her to dress, and in torment he went forth from the house so that his world should have ocular evidence that the beating he had received did not keep him in bed.
It was another kind of pride, different from a woman"s, and Saxon wondered if it were the less admirable for that.
CHAPTER XIV
In the days that followed Billy"s swellings went down and the bruises pa.s.sed away with surprising rapidity. The quick healing of the lacerations attested the healthiness of his blood. Only remained the black eyes, unduly conspicuous on a face as blond as his. The discoloration was stubborn, persisting half a month, in which time happened divers events of importance.
Otto Frank"s trial had been expeditious. Found guilty by a jury notable for the business and professional men on it, the death sentence was pa.s.sed upon him and he was removed to San Quentin for execution.
The case of Chester Johnson and the fourteen others had taken longer, but within the same week, it, too, was finished. Chester Johnson was sentenced to be hanged. Two got life; three, twenty years. Only two were acquitted. The remaining seven received terms of from two to ten years.
The effect on Saxon was to throw her into deep depression. Billy was made gloomy, but his fighting spirit was not subdued.
"Always some men killed in battle," he said. "That"s to be expected. But the way of sentencin" "em gets me. All found guilty was responsible for the killin"; or none was responsible. If all was, then they should get the same sentence. They oughta hang like Chester Johnson, or else he oughtn"t to hang. I"d just like to know how the judge makes up his mind.
It must be like markin" China lottery tickets. He plays hunches. He looks at a guy an" waits for a spot or a number to come into his head.
How else could he give Johnny Black four years an" Cal Hutchins twenty years? He played the hunches as they came into his head, an" it might just as easy ben the other way around an" Cal Hutchins got four years an" Johnny Black twenty.
"I know both them boys. They hung out with the Tenth an" Kirkham gang mostly, though sometimes they ran with my gang. We used to go swimmin"
after school down to Sandy Beach on the marsh, an" in the Transit slip where they said the water was sixty feet deep, only it wasn"t. An" once, on a Thursday, we dug a lot of clams together, an" played hookey Friday to peddle them. An" we used to go out on the Rock Wall an" catch pogies an" rock cod. One day--the day of the eclipse--Cal caught a perch half as big as a door. I never seen such a fish. An" now he"s got to wear the stripes for twenty years. Lucky he wasn"t married. If he don"t get the consumption he"ll be an old man when he comes out. Cal"s mother wouldn"t let "m go swimmin", an" whenever she suspected she always licked his hair with her tongue. If it tasted salty, he got a beltin". But he was onto himself. Comin" home, he"d jump somebody"s front fence an" hold his head under a faucet."
"I used to dance with Chester Johnson," Saxon said. "And I knew his wife, Kittie Brady, long and long ago. She had next place at the table to me in the paper-box factory. She"s gone to San Francisco to her married sister"s. She"s going to have a baby, too. She was awfully pretty, and there was always a string of fellows after her."
The effect of the conviction and severe sentences was a bad one on the union men. Instead of being disheartening, it intensified the bitterness. Billy"s repentance for having fought and the sweetness and affection which had flashed up in the days of Saxon"s nursing of him were blotted out. At home, he scowled and brooded, while his talk took on the tone of Bert"s in the last days ere that Mohegan died. Also, Billy stayed away from home longer hours, and was again steadily drinking.
Saxon well-nigh abandoned hope. Almost was she steeled to the inevitable tragedy which her morbid fancy painted in a thousand guises. Oftenest, it was of Billy being brought home on a stretcher. Sometimes it was a call to the telephone in the corner grocery and the curt information by a strange voice that her husband was lying in the receiving hospital or the morgue. And when the mysterious horse-poisoning cases occurred, and when the residence of one of the teaming magnates was half destroyed by dynamite, she saw Billy in prison, or wearing stripes, or mounting to the scaffold at San Quentin while at the same time she could see the little cottage on Pine street besieged by newspaper reporters and photographers.
Yet her lively imagination failed altogether to antic.i.p.ate the real catastrophe. Harmon, the fireman lodger, pa.s.sing through the kitchen on his way out to work, had paused to tell Saxon about the previous day"s train-wreck in the Alviso marshes, and of how the engineer, imprisoned under the overturned engine and unhurt, being drowned by the rising tide, had begged to be shot. Billy came in at the end of the narrative, and from the somber light in his heavy-lidded eyes Saxon knew he had been drinking. He glowered at Harmon, and, without greeting to him or Saxon, leaned his shoulder against the wall.
Harmon felt the awkwardness of the situation, and did his best to appear oblivious.
"I was just telling your wife--" he began, but was savagely interrupted.
"I don"t care what you was tellin" her. But I got something to tell you, Mister Man. My wife"s made up your bed too many times to suit me."
"Billy!" Saxon cried, her face scarlet with resentment, and hurt, and shame.
Billy ignored her. Harmon was saying:
"I don"t understand--"
"Well, I don"t like your mug," Billy informed him. "You"re standin" on your foot. Get off of it. Get out. Beat it. D"ye understand that?"
"I don"t know what"s got into him," Saxon gasped hurriedly to the fireman. "He"s not himself. Oh, I am so ashamed, so ashamed."
Billy turned on her.
"You shut your mouth an" keep outa this."
"But, Billy," she remonstrated.
"An" get outa here. You go into the other room."
"Here, now," Harmon broke in. "This is a fine way to treat a fellow."
"I"ve given you too much rope as it is," was Billy"s answer.
"I"ve paid my rent regularly, haven"t I?"
"An" I oughta knock your block off for you. Don"t see any reason I shouldn"t, for that matter."
"If you do anything like that, Billy--" Saxon began.
"You here still? Well, if you won"t go into the other room, I"ll see that you do."
His hand clutched her arm. For one instant she resisted his strength; and in that instant, the flesh crushed under his fingers, she realized the fullness of his strength.
In the front room she could only lie back in the Morris chair sobbing, and listen to what occurred in the kitchen. "I"ll stay to the end of the week," the fireman was saying. "I"ve paid in advance."
"Don"t make no mistake," came Billy"s voice, so slow that it was almost a drawl, yet quivering with rage. "You can"t get out too quick if you wanta stay healthy--you an" your traps with you. I"m likely to start something any moment."
"Oh, I know you"re a slugger--" the fireman"s voice began.
Then came the unmistakable impact of a blow; the crash of gla.s.s; a scuffle on the back porch; and, finally, the heavy b.u.mps of a body down the steps. She heard Billy reenter the kitchen, move about, and knew he was sweeping up the broken gla.s.s of the kitchen door. Then he washed himself at the sink, whistling while he dried his face and hands, and walked into the front room. She did not look at him. She was too sick and sad. He paused irresolutely, seeming to make up his mind.
"I"m goin" up town," he stated. "They"s a meeting of the union. If I don"t come back it"ll be because that geezer"s sworn out a warrant."
He opened the front door and paused. She knew he was looking at her.
Then the door closed and she heard him go down the steps.