"How much?" asked Mulligan.
"Oh, about a barrel." He drew from his trousers pocket a mixture of crumpled bills, loose silver, and keys. From this he untangled a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to Mulligan.
"Fetch back what youse don"t want. An" don"t move like your feet was roots, neither."
Two minutes later Mulligan returned with four quart bottles. Immediately behind him came a girl in the dress of the Salvation Army. "Won"t you help us in our work?" she said, holding her tin box out to Foley.
"Take what youse want." He pointed with his cigar to the change Mulligan had just laid upon the table.
With hesitation she picked up a quarter. "This much?" she asked, smiling doubtfully.
"No wonder youse"re poor!" He swept all the change into his palm.
"Here!" and he thrust it into her astonished hands.
After she had stammered out her thanks and departed, Foley began to fill the gla.s.ses from a bottle Mulligan had opened. Jake, moistening his lips, put out his hand in mock refusal.
"Only a drop for me, Buck."
Foley filled Jake"s gla.s.s to the brim. "Well, there"s several. Pick your choice."
He filled the other gla.s.ses, then lifted his own with a "Here"s how!"
They all raised the fragile goblets clumsily and emptied them at a gulp.
"Now put about twenty dollars" worth o" grin on your faces," Foley requested.
"But what about Keating?" asked Connelly anxiously, harking back to the first subject. "He"s startin" a mighty hot fight. An" really, Buck, he"s a strong man."
"Yes, I reckon he is." Foley put one hand to his mouth and yawned mightily behind it. "But he"s sorter like a big friend o" mine who went out to cut ice in July. His judgment ain"t good."
"Of course, he ain"t got no chance."
"The same my friend had o" fillin" his ice-house."
"But it strikes me we ought to be gettin" busy," Connelly persisted.
"See here, Connelly. Just because I ain"t got a couple o" n.i.g.g.e.rs humpin" to keep the sweat wiped off me, youse needn"t think I"m loafin"," Foley returned calmly.
The others, who had shared Connelly"s anxiety, were plainly affected by Foley"s large manner.
"Youse can just bet Buck"ll be there with the goods when the time comes," Jake declared confidently.
"That"s no lie," agreed the others.
"Oh, I ain"t doubtin" Buck. Never a once!" said Connelly. "But what"s your plans, Buck?"
Foley gazed mysteriously over their heads, and slowly blew out a cloud of smoke. "Youse just keep your two eyes lookin" my way."
Foley knew the value of coming late. He also knew the value of leaving as soon as your point is made. His quick eyes now saw that he had restored the company"s confidence; they knew he was prepared for every event.
"I guess I"ll pull out," he said, standing up. "Champagne ain"t never been the same to me since me an" Morgan went off in his yacht, an" the water give out, an" we had to wash our shirts in it." He looked through the door into the bar-room. "Say, Barney, if these roughnecks want anything more, just put it down to me." He turned back to the men.
"So-long, boys," he said, with a wave of his hand, and went out through the bar-room.
"The man that beats Buck Foley"s got to beat five aces," declared Jake admiringly.
"Yes," agreed Connelly. "An" he don"t keep a strangle holt on his money, neither."
Which two sentiments were variously expressed again and again before the bottoms of the bottles were reached.
If Foley was slow in getting started, he was not slow to act now that he was started. During the following two weeks any contractor that so wished could have worked non-union men on his jobs for all the trouble Foley would have given him. Buck had more important affairs than the union"s affairs.
Foley"s method of electioneering was even more simple than Tom"s. He saw the foreman on every important job in the city. To such as were his friends he said:
"Any o" that Keating nonsense bein" talked on this job?" If there was not: "Well, it"s up to youse to see that things stay that way." If there was: "Shut it up. If any o" the men talk too loud, fire "em. If youse ain"t got that authority, find somethin" wrong with their work an" get "em fired. It"s your business to see that not a man on your job votes again" me!"
To such few as he did not count among his friends he said:
"Youse know enough to know I"m goin" to win. Youse know what"s the wise thing for youse to do, all right. I like my friends, an" I don"t like the men that fight me. I ain"t likely to go much out o" my way to help Keating an" his push. I think that"s enough, ain"t it?"
It was--especially since it was said with a cold look straight into the other"s eyes. An hour"s speech could not have been more effective.
Foley made it his practice to see as many of the doubtful workmen as possible during their lunch hour. He had neither hope nor desire that they should come out and vote for him. His wish was merely that they should not come out and vote for Tom. To them his speech was mainly obvious threats. And he called upon the rank and file of his followers to help him in this detail of his campaign. "Just tell "em youse think they won"t enjoy the meetin" very much," was his instruction, given with a grim smile; and this opinion, with effective elaboration, his followers faithfully delivered.
When Foley dropped into his office on the Tuesday night before election he found Jake, Connelly and the other members of his cabinet anxiously awaiting him. Connelly thrust a copy of Tom"s letter into his hands.
"Now wha" d"you think o" that?" he demanded. "Blamed nigh every man in the union got one to-night."
As Foley read the blood crept into his face. ""Bully," "blood-suckin"
grafter", "trade union pirate", "come out and make him walk the plank","
Jake quoted appreciatively, watching Foley"s face.
By the time he reached the end Foley had regained his self-control.
"Well, that"s a purty nice piece o" writin", ain"t it, now?" he said, looking at the sheet admiringly. "Didn"t know Keating was b.u.t.tin" into literchure. Encouragin", ain"t it, to see authors springin" up in every walk o" life. This here"ll get Keating the votes o" all the lit"ry members, sure."
"It"ll get him too many!" growled Connelly anxiously.
"A-a-h, go count yourself, Connelly!" Foley looked at the secretary with a pity that was akin to disgust. "Youse give me an unpleasant feelin" in my abdomen!"
He pushed the letter carelessly across to Connelly. "O" course it"ll bring the boys out," he said, in his previous pleasant voice. "But the trouble with Keating is, he believes in the restriction o" output. He believes a man oughtn"t to cast more"n one vote a day."
But Foley, for all his careless jocularity, was aware of the seriousness of Tom"s last move, and till long after midnight the cabinet was in session--to the great profit of Barney Mulligan"s cash register.
Chapter XII
THE ELECTION
Tom set out for Potomac Hall Wednesday evening with the emotions of a gambler who had placed his fortune on a single color; his all was risked on the event of that night. However, he had a bracing confidence running through his agitation; he felt that he controlled the arrow of fortune.
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