Anything to be done must be done at once.
But a nearer danger presented itself. Jake strained his neck till his eyes were on the trio. "Can"t one o" youse hold him?" he gasped.
"T"other git the gun."
Smoky was on his back crosswise beneath Petersen"s chest, his arms tight about Petersen"s neck, clamping Petersen"s hot cheek against his own.
Kaffir Bill lay upon the Swede"s legs, arms locked about them just below the hips. Bill was the freer to obey the order of the chief, and he began to slip his arms, still embracing the legs, slowly downward.
Certainly anything to be done must be done at once, for Petersen, lost to pa.s.sion though he was, knew that in another moment Bill"s arms would have slipped to his feet, and there would be a spring to be clear of his kick and a rush for the revolver. With a fierce grunt, he quickly placed his broad hands on either side of Smoky"s chest and slowly strained upward. Bill, not knowing what this new move meant, immediately regripped Petersen"s thighs. Slowly Petersen rose, lifting Smoky"s stiffened body after him, cheek still tight against cheek, till his elbows locked. Then his hips gradually raised till part of his weight was on his knees. His back arched upward, and his whole body stiffened till it was like a bar of iron.
Suddenly his arms relaxed, and he drove downward, his weight and strength concentrated against Smoky"s cheek. Smoky"s head battered the floor. His arms loosened; a quick blow on the jaw made them fall limp.
Petersen whirled madly over to dispose of Bill, but in the same tick of the watch Bill sprang away, and to his feet, and made a dash for the revolver. Instantly Petersen was up and but two paces behind him. Bill"s lunging hand fell upon the weapon, Petersen"s fist fell upon Bill, and the revolver was Petersen"s.
When Jake saw Petersen come up with the pistol he took his arms from about Tom. "Youse"ve got me done. I give in," he growled.
The two were rising when a wild voice sounded out hoa.r.s.ely: "Come on!
Come on now vid you!"
Tom, on his feet, turned toward Petersen. The Swede, left hand gripping the revolver about its barrel, stood in challenging att.i.tude, his eyes blazing, saliva trickling from one corner of his mouth. "Yah! Come on!"
Tom recognized what he was seeing,--that wild Swedish rage that knows neither when it has beat nor when it is beaten; in this case all the less controllable from its long restraint.
Pete, Smoky, and Bill were now all on their feet and leaning against the wall. Petersen strode glaring before them, shaking his great fists madly. "Come on now!"
"Petersen!" Tom called.
"Come on vid you! I vant all dree!" The harsh voice rose into a shriek.
The three did not move. "For G.o.d"s sake, Petersen! The fight"s over!"
Tom cried.
"Afraid! Yah! Afraid! I lick you all dree!"
With an animal-like roar he rushed at the three men. Smoky and Bill ducked and dashed away, but Jake stood his ground and put up his fists.
A blow and he went to the floor. Petersen flung about to make for Smoky and Bill. Tom seized his arm.
"G.o.d, man! Stop! They"ve give in!"
"Look out!" A shove sent Tom staggering, and Petersen was away. "I lick "em all, by G.o.d!" he roared.
With annihilating intent he bore down upon Bill and Smoky, who stood back to wall on fearful defense. An inspiration flashed upon Tom. "Your wife, Petersen! Your wife!" he cried.
Petersen"s raging strides checked. He looked slowly about. "Vot?"
"Your wife!"
"Anna!... Anna!" Dazed, breathing heavily, he stared at Tom. Something like a convulsion went through him. His face faded to dullness, then to contrition.
"Better let me have the gun," Tom said quietly, after a minute had pa.s.sed.
Petersen handed it over.
"Now get your hat and coat, and we"ll go."
Without glancing at the three, who were staring at him in utter bewilderment, Petersen dully put on his hat and coat. A moment later he and Tom were backing toward the door. But before they reached it Tom"s steady gaze became conscious of the curtains at the further end of the room. His square face tightened grimly with sudden purpose.
"Take down those curtains, Petersen," he said.
Petersen removed the six curtains, dusty and stained with tobacco juice, from their places and brought them to Tom.
"Tear five of "em into two strips."
The three men, and Hickey from the floor, looked on curiously while Petersen obeyed.
"Tie Jake up first; hands behind his back," was Tom"s next order.
"I"ll see youse in h.e.l.l first!" Jake backed away from Petersen and raised his fists.
"If you make any trouble, I"ll give you a quick chance to look around there a bit!"
Jake gazed a moment at the revolver and the gleaming eye behind it, and his fists dropped. Petersen stepped behind him and went to work, twisting the strip of muslin into a rope as he wound it about Jake"s wrists. The job was securely done in a minute, for Petersen had once followed the sea.
"Now his feet," said Tom; and to Jake: "It"ll be easier for you if you lay down."
Jake hesitated, then with an oath dropped to his knees and tumbled awkwardly on his side. In another minute Jake"s feet were fastened; and at the end of ten minutes the other four men had been bound, even the wounded Hickey.
Tom put his revolver in his outside coat pocket, and unlocked the door.
"Good-night," he said; and he and Petersen stepped out. He locked the door and put the key in his pocket.
"Police?" asked Petersen, when they had gained the street.
"No. That"s what they ought to have. But when you"ve been a union man longer you"ll know we boys don"t ask the police to mix in our affairs.
When there"s a strike, they"re always turned against us by the bosses.
So we leave "em alone."
They were but half a dozen squares from Mulligan"s saloon. Tom set out in its direction, and five minutes later, with Petersen behind him, he walked into the doorway of the room beyond the bar. As he had expected, there sat Foley, and with him were three of his men. Foley started, and half rose from his chair, but settled back again. His discomposure confirmed what Tom had already guessed--that Foley"s was the brain behind the evening"s stratagem, and that he was awaiting his deputies"
report.
"I guess you were expecting somebody else," Tom said grimly from the doorway, one hand on the revolver in his coat pocket. "I just dropped in to tell you Jake Henderson and his bunch are waiting for you up over Murphy"s saloon."
Foley was dazed, as he could not help but be, thus learning his last plan had failed. "Youse saw "em?"
"I did."
He looked Tom over. And then his eyes took in the figure of Petersen just within the doorway. He grasped instinctively at the chance to raise a laugh. "Was Rosie there?" he queried.
The three dutifully guffawed.
"Yes," said Tom. "Rosie was there."