A light had begun to glow in Petersen"s heavy eyes as Pete talked. He now spoke for the first time since Pete had come in. "Vot day do?" he asked.
Pete explained in pantomine, thrusting rapid fists close to various parts of Petersen"s face. "About five men on you at once."
Petersen grunted.
When Pete left, the Swede remained in his chair with anxiety showing through his natural stolidity. Tom gave a helpless glance at him, and followed Pete out into the hall.
"For G.o.d"s sake, Pete, help me out!" Tom said in a whisper. "He"s the fellow I helped get into the union. I told you about him, you know. He came around to-night to tell me he"s got a job. When I came in at half past ten he"d been here half an hour already. It"s eleven-thirty now.
And he ain"t said ten words. I want to go to bed, but confound him, he don"t know how to leave!"
Pete opened the door. "Say, Petersen, ain"t you goin" my way? Come on, we"ll go together."
Petersen rose with obvious relief. He shook hands with Tom in awkward silence, and together he and Pete went down the stairs.
Monday morning Tom bought the first revolver he had ever possessed. If he had had any doubt as to the correctness of Pete"s news, that doubt would not have been long with him. During the morning, as he went about looking for a job, he twice caught a glimpse of three members of the entertainment committee watching him from the distance; and he knew they were waiting a safe chance to close in upon him. The revolver in his inner vest pocket pressed a welcome a.s.surance against his ribs.
That night when he came down from dinner to carry his new plan from ear to ear, he found Petersen, hands in his overcoat pockets, standing patiently without the doorway of the tenement.
"h.e.l.lo, Petersen," he said in surprise.
"h.e.l.lo," said Petersen.
Tom wanted no repet.i.tion of his experience of Sat.u.r.day night. "Got a lot of work to do to-night," he said hurriedly. "So-long."
He started away. The Swede, with no further words, fell into step beside him. For several blocks they walked in silence, then Tom came to a pause before a tenement in which lived a member of the union.
"Good-by, Petersen," he said.
"Goo"-by," said Petersen.
They shook hands.
When Tom came into the street ten minutes later there was Petersen standing just where he had left him. Again the Swede fell into step.
Tom, though embarra.s.sed and irritated by the man"s silent, persistent company, held back his words.
At the second stop Tom said shortly: "I"ll be here a long while. You needn"t wait."
But when he came down from the call, which he had purposely extended, Petersen was waiting beside the steps. This was too much for Tom. "Where are you going?" he demanded.
""Long you," the Swede answered slowly.
"I don"t know"s I need you," Tom returned shortly, and started away.
For half a dozen paces there was no sound but his own heel-clicks. Then he heard the heel-clicks of the Swede. He turned about in exasperation.
"See here! What"s your idea in following me around like this?"
Petersen shifted his feet uncomfortably. "De man, last night, he say----" He finished by placing his bony fists successively on either side of his jaw. "I tank maybe I be "long, I be some good."
A light broke in on Tom. And he thought of the photograph on Petersen"s leprous wall. He shoved out his hand. "Put it there, Petersen!" he said.
And all that evening Tom"s silent companion marched through the streets beside him.
Chapter XV
MR. BAXTER HAS A FEW CONFERENCES
Captains of war have it as a common practice to secure information, in such secret ways as they can, about their opponents" plans and movements, and to develop their own plans to match these; and this practice has come into usage among captains of industry. The same afternoon that Jake brought news of Tom"s scheme to Foley, a man of furtive glance whom a member of the union would have recognized as Johnson requested the youth in the outer office of Baxter & Co. to carry his name to the head of the firm.
"Wha" d"youse want to see him "bout?" demanded the uniform.
"A job."
"No good. He don"t hire n.o.body but the foremen."
"It"s a foreman"s job I"m after," returned Johnson, glancing about.
The debate continued, but in the end Johnson"s name went in to Mr.
Baxter, and Johnson himself soon followed it. When he came out Mr.
Baxter"s information was as complete as Buck Foley"s.
That evening Johnson"s news came into the conversation of Mr. Baxter and his wife. After dinner she drew him into the library--a real library, booked to the ceiling on three sides, an open wood fire on the other--to tell him of a talk she had had that day with chance-met Ruth.
With an aunt"s privilege she had asked about the state of affairs between her and Mr. Berman.
"There"s no telling what she"s going to do," Mrs. Baxter went on, with a gentle sigh. "I do hope she"ll marry him! People are still talking about her strange behavior in leaving us to go to work. How I did try to persuade her not to do it! I knew it would involve us in a scandal. And the idea of her offering to go to work in your office!"
Mr. Baxter continued to look abstractedly into the grate, as he had looked ever since she had begun her half-reminiscent strain. Now that she was ended, she could but note that his mind was elsewhere.
"James!"
"Yes." He turned to her with a start.
"Why, you have not spoken a word to me. Is there something on your mind?"
He studied the flames for a moment. "I learned this afternoon that the Iron Workers" Union will probably demand a ten per cent. increase in wages."
"What! And that means a strike?"
"It doubtless does, unless we grant their demand."
"But can you afford to?"
"We could without actually running at a loss."
Mrs. Baxter was on the board of patronesses of one or two workingwomen"s clubs and was a contributor to several fashionable charities, so considered herself genuinely thoughtful of the interests of wage-earners. "If you won"t lose anything, I suppose you might as well increase their salaries. Most of them can use a little more money.
They"re respectable people who appreciate everything we do for them. And you can make it up by charging higher prices."