Foley took a bracing hold of himself, and toyed with the stem of his beer gla.s.s. "Much obliged for comin" in to tell me," he said, with a show of carelessness. "But I guess the boys ain"t in no hurry."
"No, I guess not," Tom agreed. "They said they"d wait till you came."
With that he tossed the key upon the table, turned and strode forth from the saloon. Outside he thrust a gripping arm through Petersen"s, which straightway took on an embarra.s.sed limpness, and walked away.
Chapter XVIII
THE STOLEN STRIKE
Tom mounted the stairs of Potomac Hall early the next evening. During the day he had told a few friends the story of the encounter of the night before. The story had spread in versions more or less vague and distorted, and now on his entry of the hall he was beset by a crowd who demanded a true and detailed account of the affair. This he gave.
"Oh, come now, Tom! This"s hot air you"re handin" us out about Babe!"
expostulated one of the men.
"It"s the truth."
"Get out! I saw Kid Morgan chase him a block. He can"t fight."
"You think not? Well, there"s one way you can convince yourself."
"How"s that?"
"Try it with him for about a minute," answered Tom.
There was a laugh, in which the man joined. "I tell you what, boys," he said, after it had subsided. "I hit Babe on the back o" the neck with a glove the day Kid chased him. If what Tom says is straight, I"m goin" to beg Babe"s pardon in open meetin"."
"Me, too," chimed in another.
"It"s so," said Tom, thinking with a smile of what was in store for Petersen.
For some reason, perhaps one having to do with their personal pride, Jake and his fellows did not appear that night, though several hundred men waited their coming with impatient greetings. But just before Tom opened the session Petersen entered the hall and slipped into an obscure seat near the door.
He was immediately recognized. "Petersen!" someone announced.
Straightway men arose all over the hall and turned about to face him.
"Petersen!" "Petersen!" "What"s the matter with Petersen!" the cries went up, and there was a great clapping of hands.
Petersen sprang to his feet in wild consternation. Yes, they were looking at him. Yes, that was his name. He didn"t know what it meant----
But the next instant he had bolted out of the hall.
When the shouting had died away Tom called the union to order. He was filled with an exultant sense of certain triumph; he had kept an estimating eye on the members as they had filed in; an easy majority of the men were with him, and as their decision would be by open vote there would be no chance for Foley to stuff a ballot-box.
Pete, the instructed spokesman for Tom"s party, was the first man on his feet. "Mr. President," he said, "I move we drop the reg"lar order o"
business an" proceed at once to new business."
Tom put the motion to rising vote. His confidence grew as he looked about the hall, for the rising vote on the motion showed how strong his majority really was.
"Motion carried!" he shouted, and brought down his gavel.
The next instant a dozen men were on their feet waving their right hands and crying, "Mr. Chairman." One was Pete, ten were good-intentioned but uninformed friends, and one was Foley. Tom"s eyes fastened upon Foley, and his mind worked quickly.
"Mr. Foley," he said.
A murmur of surprise ran among Tom"s friends. But he had his reason for this slight deviation from his set plan. He knew that Foley was opposed to a strike; if he let Foley go on record against it in a public speech, then his coming victory over the walking delegate would be all the more decisive.
Foley looked slowly about upon the men, and for a moment did not speak.
Then he said suddenly, in a conversational tone: "Boys, how much youse gettin"?"
"Three seventy-five," several voices answered.
"How long youse been gettin" it?"
"Two years."
"Yes," he said, his voice rising and ringing with intensity. "Two years youse"ve been workin" for three seventy-five. The bosses" profits have been growin" bigger an" bigger. But not a cent"s raise have youse had.
Not a cent, boys! Now here"s what I say."
He paused, and thrust out his right arm impressively. Tom regarded him in sickened, half-comprehending amazement.
"Here"s what I say, boys! I say it"s time we had more money. I say we ought to make the blood-suckin" bosses give up a part o" what"s comin"
to us. That"s what I say!" And he swung his doubled fist before his face in a great semi-circle.
He turned to Tom, with a leer in his eyes that was for Tom alone. "Mr.
President, I move we demand a ten per cent. increase o" wages, an" if the bosses won"t give it, strike for it!"
Tom sank stupefied back in his chair. Foley"s own men were bewildered utterly. A dead silence of a minute or more reigned in the hall, while all but the walking delegate strove to recover their bearing.
It was Connelly who broke the general trance. Connelly did not understand, but there was Foley"s standing order, "Watch me, an" do the same." "I second the motion," he said.
A little later Foley"s strike measure was carried without a single dissenting vote. Foley, Connelly, Brown, Pete, and Tom, with Foley as chairman, were elected the committee to negotiate with the employers for higher wages, and, if there should be a strike, to manage it.
The adoption of the strike measure meant to Foley that the income derived from Mr. Baxter, and two or three others with whom he maintained somewhat similar relations, was to be cut off. But before he reached home that night he had discovered a compensation for this loss, and he smiled with grim satisfaction. The next morning he presented himself in the office of Mr. Baxter, and this same grim smile was on his face.
"h.e.l.lo, Baxter! How youse stackin" up this mornin"?" And he clapped a hand on Mr. Baxter"s artistically padded shoulder.
The contractor started at this familiarity, and a slight frown showed itself on his brow. "Very well," he said shortly.
"Really, now. Why, youse look like youse slept alongside a bad dream."
Foley drew forth his cigar-case and held it out. He knew Mr. Baxter did not smoke cigars and hated their smell.
"No, thank you."
The walking delegate put one in his mouth and scratched a match under the edge of the cherry table. "I don"t s"pose youse know there was doin"s at the union last night?"
"I understand the union decided to strike."