The Iron Boys as Foremen; or, Heading the Diamond Drill Shift

  CHAPTER XIX

  A COWARDLY BLOW

  A TRAINLOAD of miners was brought into the town on the followingmorning. Not half a dozen of them got to the mines. Pickets halted themen at the station and "argued" to such good purpose that the newcomersjoined the union then and there, save for a few who slipped through theranks of the pickets and made their way to the mines.

  This kept up for several days. As fast as the company sent new men intothe mining region the strikers would "gobble" them up. The strike wasbeing strengthened every day.

  The face of Cavard, the walking delegate, wore a self-satisfied smile.All his well-laid schemes were working out according to programme. Theonly real opposition that he had had, that of the Iron Boys, hadapparently wholly disappeared.

  Steve and Bob were not idle, however. Aside from their daily work in themines, they had set for themselves the difficult task of gatheringsufficient evidence against Cavard to prove to the striking miners thattheir leader was merely using the strike for his own selfish purposes.

  There was more or less work done in the mines, though no large quantityof ore was being mined. However, the company was making a veryrespectable showing, owing to the efforts of the Iron Boys, whoaccomplished the greater part of the executive work that was done. Mr.Penton's time was largely taken up on the surface, while the minecaptains spent most of their hours at the mouths of the shafts, lookingout for the safety of the shafts and the machinery.

  The striking miners had held themselves well in check so far as thecompany's property was concerned. They made no attempt to damage it, butthe loyal men had suffered. Of late the strikers had taken to beatingthe men as they came from work, whenever the strikers could lure a manout of the sight of others.

  This caused some of the workers to quit. They had become frightened.Threats were being circulated that the workers would be even moreroughly handled if they did not stop working and join the strikers.

  Steve had not seen Miss Cavard since the evening when she had halted himand warned him against attending the meeting. He had thought over thatwarning several times since. It told him that the attack on himself andcompanion at the hall had been part of a prearranged plan. Miss Cavardevidently had learned of it through her brother, and she had sought todissuade Steve from attending the meeting.

  "There must be some good in the girl, or she wouldn't have done that,"Steve decided as he was passing the Cavard home one evening.

  The strike had been on for about six weeks, and thus far the Iron Boyshad avoided coming into conflict with the strikers, though the lads hadbeen goaded almost to the point of desperation every time they showedthemselves at the shaft, or where the strikers were congregated in thevillage. The strikers often sought to draw the boys into a fight, sothat they might have a good excuse to beat the lads.

  Rush and Jarvis were too shrewd to be caught in the trap. By this timethey had become more and more a thorn in the side of Cavard. They wereinterfering with his plans. Their activity was too great to suit him,and the walking delegate planned to rid himself of his young foes in away that would effectively dispose of them.

  As Steve was passing the Cavard home on the evening in question, heglanced up and saw Miss Cavard standing on the front door step.

  "Good evening, Mr. Rush," she greeted him. "Won't you come in?"

  "No, thank you."

  "I wish you would. I want to talk to you."

  "You will excuse me, but I could not think of entering your brother'shome, Miss Cavard."

  "He is not at home. He is away much of the time now. I feel that I maytrust you, Mr. Rush. I do not approve of my brother's actions, but he ismy brother, just the same."

  "I understand," murmured the boy.

  "You remember an occasion, some time ago, when I begged you not toattend a certain meeting, do you not?"

  "I do, indeed."

  "You saw that my warning was not idle chatter?"

  "I did."

  "I like you, Mr. Rush. You are a fine young man, and I am going to warnyou again."

  "What, more trouble?" smiled Steve.

  "There may be."

  "What is it this time?"

  "I cannot tell you, for I do not know. I do know that you have enemieswho are plotting to do you harm. They will get you yet."

  "I am not afraid of them," answered Steve, drawing himself up proudly.

  "I know that. That is what worries me. What can you, a boy, do against agreat crowd of men who are getting desperate? Oh, what terrible thingsthese strikes are! How my heart aches for some of the wives and childrenof the striking miners! They are actually suffering. I am doing what Ican for the worst cases, and----"

  "Can I help you, Miss Cavard? I should like to help someone who issuffering," said Rush quickly, evincing a sudden interest in what thegirl was saying.

  "Perhaps you might, but that is not what I wanted to speak with youabout. I want to warn you again."

  "Well, I am listening. What is the great danger that threatens me thistime?"

  "I told you I did not know. But you must leave town. You can take avacation. I am sure your employers will be glad to give you one. Why notgo home and visit your mother until this strike is ended?"

  Rush gazed at the girl suspiciously. For the moment he harbored asuspicion that the girl herself was a part of the plot she said wasbeing hatched against him. But he put the thought aside as unworthy.

  "I couldn't do that, Miss Cavard. I should be a coward if I did, and noone shall accuse me of cowardice. I am going to stay here as long as thecompany has use for my services. If I am assaulted I shall do the best Ican to defend myself. You may tell your brother that I do not fear him,if you choose."

  "I shall do nothing of the sort," answered the girl sharply, flushing."I wish I might say something that would change you, that would make youheed me."

  "I appreciate your kindness; believe me, I do, Miss Cavard, but my dutyis to my employers, and here I shall remain. If I get the worst of it, Ishall know that I have done my duty----"

  "There comes my brother. You must go."

  Steve swung down the street at once. Half way down the block he metCavard face to face.

  The walking delegate stopped directly in front of the young man.

  "Well, my friend, what do you think of the strike now?" demanded Cavardin a mocking tone.

  "What do I think? I think it is the greatest outrage that was everperpetrated on a body of men who have not the power to think forthemselves. You will have much to answer for at the day of reckoning,Mr. Cavard."

  "I'll pass all that, Rush. I have been talking with the men lately. Theyexpress themselves as being sorry for the way they used you. They wantto make amends----"

  "So I should judge from the way they act toward me when they meet meoutside," interrupted Steve.

  "That has all been a mistake. The men who have annoyed you are not therepresentative miners. They are the men who have been brought in here bythe company. A pretty tough crowd----"

  "I know who they are. You need not try to tell me."

  "Our members have commissioned me to ask you to attend our meetings."

  "What for? So they can give me another drubbing?" demanded the lad.

  "No, no; you do not understand. They want to apologize. They want you tocome back into the union. Believe me, it is the best thing you can do.Should you refuse I cannot answer for the consequences. The men aregetting worked up to a high pitch. I do not know how long I shall beable to control them."

  "You must think me a fool!" replied the Iron Boy. "Of course I shall notjoin the union. I have had enough unionism to last me for the rest of mylife, if all unions are like this one. I do not believe they are,however."

  "Take my advice and join."

  "I took your advice once, and as a result I have some of the marks on mybody still. I understand your purpose. You think I am a little tooactive, and you take this as the best way to rid yourself of theannoyance," added th
e boy shrewdly. "No, thank you. My activity willcontinue until I have shown you to your blind followers in your truecolors."

  Steve started to pass Cavard, whereupon the latter quickly stepped infront of him, barring the Iron Boy's progress.

  Steve's eyes snapped dangerously.

  "Are you going to let me pass?"

  "Not until I have finished what I have to say to you."

  "Are you going to let me pass, or have I got to knock you down first? Itmust be one or the other."

  For a moment the man and the boy stood looking into each other's eyes.Cavard towered half a head above the Iron Boy, and he was strong inproportion. There were few men in the mines possessing greater strengththan the president of the union.

  A sudden flush suffused the face of Cavard. Without an instant's warninghe let go a powerful blow straight at the head of Steve Rush.