CHAPTER XII
THE BOYS EXPOSE A PLOT
On the following morning, when the lads reported for work, they werefull of their new purpose. Each was silent as to what that purpose was,but a close observer would have noticed that the boys were keenlywatchful of everything that was going on about them. To all intentsSteve was devoting his energies to unloading the dump cars in theshortest possible time, and Bob to filling them again in record time.
Up to the noon hour nothing had occurred of interest. The two boys didnot meet at the lunch hour, deeming it best not to arouse suspicion bytheir actions, and thus possibly defeat their purpose. Steve ate hislunch in silence, not once looking toward the scowling Marvin. In fact,Marvin had not caught the boy looking at him during the forenoon.
"I think the fun will begin before long," mused Steve, wiping his mouthand moving over to a trickling spring on the other side of the level. "Ihave prepared the way and now we shall see."
A long train of ore cars came in a few moments after the whistle blew,and the tally-man was kept busy plugging the holes in the boards as thecars were called out.
So busy was Marvin that he did not get a chance to turn about to look atSteve. Perhaps he would not have done so, at any rate. Steve, however,was looking at the tally-man, watching the latter out of the corners ofhis eyes.
The pegs moved skilfully and quickly from hole to hole on the boards,then the man Marvin sat down while the unloading progressed.
Rush had seen that which sent the color to his cheeks, and caused hisheart to beat a little faster. His sharp eyes had made a discovery. Hewas as positive as it was possible to be but there was more to be donebefore his case was fully made out.
The lad could hardly wait until night to see his companion. During theafternoon Steve obtained further evidence to strengthen his case. Byquitting time his face had taken on a look of stern determination thathad not been there when he went to work that morning.
"What luck?" demanded Bob, in a low voice, as he joined his companionnear the mouth of the shaft.
"The best," answered Steve.
"Tell me about it."
"Not here. Wait until we get home. I do not dare to speak of it now.Someone might overhear us and then all our efforts would have been fornothing. I'll tell you all about it before we sit down to supper."
"Well, that beats all," muttered Jarvis. "I didn't think we shouldsucceed so easily. What are you going to do about it?"
"I'll answer that question also when we get home, old man."
The boys did not wait until after supper that night. Closing and lockingthe door after reaching their room, Steve asked:
"How many tons did the Spooner contract turn out to-day?"
"Forty by the dump cars."
"Is it possible?"
"Yes. What does the tally show?"
Steve leaned over and whispered in his companion's ear, whereat Bobuttered a low, long-drawn whistle.
"You--don't--say?"
"That is exactly what I do say."
"This will raise a merry row."
"I think it will. And there's another thing: I will wager that this isnot the only place the same game is being worked."
"Maybe you're right. What shall we do?"
"Go to the superintendent. We will go to him as soon as we finish oursupper."
"But he isn't at his office."
"No. We will go direct to his house. I rather think he will be gladenough to see us when he hears what our mission is. Come, now, we'll goto supper, but not a word at the table," warned Steve.
"I should say not."
Supper finished, the Iron Boys went to their room, returning a fewminutes later and strolling from the house as though they were goingnowhere in particular. After they had put a block between themselves andthe boarding house they quickened their pace. Bob was excited, but Stevewas as calm and collected as if nothing unusual had occurred.
"Do you know where the superintendent lives, Steve?"
"Of course I do. I make it my business to know everything that I oughtto know. 'Live and learn' is my motto. It's a good one for you to adopt,too."
"I am beginning to think you are right."
Reaching the house of the general superintendent, Rush halted. Theblinds had not been drawn and, looking through the front room into thedining room beyond, the Iron Boys could see the superintendent seated atthe table with his family.
"I think we had better walk up and down a few times until Mr. Pentonfinishes his supper," suggested Rush.
"He'll be better natured if we do, I guess," agreed Jarvis. "You have along head on you, Steve, but the trouble with you is that you keep thatfact so carefully concealed that a fellow doesn't get wise to it untilit's too late."
Steve laughed softly. They had made their third trip around the blockwhen, halting once more in front of the house, they saw that thesuperintendent had finished his supper. He was standing in the diningroom, hat in hand, talking with a member of his family.
"Come on," called Steve, running up the walk, up the steps and ringingthe bell.
"My, but you do bear out your name, the way you rush about," laughedJarvis.
The door was opened by a servant. Steve gave his name and asked to seeMr. Penton. The latter came out into the hall a few seconds later.
"Good evening, boys. I was just on my way downtown to the post-office.You may walk along with me and tell me what I can do for you."
"We would rather speak with you here, sir, in private," answered Steveearnestly.
"Is it so important as that, my lad?"
"It is, sir."
"Come into the parlor," said Mr. Penton, leading the way and switchingon the electric lights. "State your business as briefly as possible."
The superintendent seated himself, motioning the boys to be seated also.
"By chance, I overheard a conversation between you and the mine captainat chute seventeen the other day," said Steve. "I did not want tolisten, sir, but I will confess that what you said impressed me sostrongly that I took a deep interest in it."
"Conversation about what?" demanded Mr. Penton rather more sharply thanwas his wont.
"About a shortage in the ore. You said the mine count did not agree withthe figures as reported from the head office, sir."
Mr. Penton gazed shrewdly at his callers. Then he rose, and, closing thedoor leading into the dining room, returned to his chair.
"Well, lads," he said. "Have you come to see me on this subject?"
"Yes, sir."
"I suppose you think you might be able to solve the mystery?" This wassaid smilingly.
"We have solved it, sir."
"_What?_"
"I said we have solved it; at least, enough of it to make the restcomparatively easy."
"You astound me beyond words. Will you be good enough to tell me thenthe cause of this shortage?"
"Yes, sir; the fault lies with your tally-boards."
"That was my idea originally, but the mine captain assures me that hehas careful tally-men on every board."
"I think he has very careful men there, sir. At least, they seem to meto be looking out for their own interests pretty carefully."
"You are making a most serious charge, Rush. Are you able tosubstantiate this?"
"I am, sir."
"Do so."
"Sub-level seventeen, to-day, as you will find by referring to yourreport sheet, has sixty tons to its credit."
"Wait a moment, Rush. My report sheet is in my desk in the library."
The superintendent left the room, returning with the report sheet. Heran down the page, placing his finger on a line, which he followed outto the margin.
"Your information is correct," he said, glancing up. "How do you happento have these figures?"
"I have been watching the boards for two days."
"Indeed?"
"Yes, sir. As a matter of fact, though the tally sheet shows sixty tonsas having come from number seventeen sub-level, only forty tons wereactually
mined there to-day."
Mr. Penton gazed at Steve Rush, who had risen and was standing beforethe superintendent, erect, steady-eyed and calm.
"Again, my lad, I ask you how you come to be in possession of thesefigures?"
"My chum, Bob, here, got the figures from the drift to-day."
"Ah, I see. You had arranged the plan?"
"Yes, sir. Bob kept a very careful tally."
"Jarvis, were you absent from sub-level number seventeen at any timeduring the day?"
"No, sir, excepting at meal time."
"Are you positive enough of your own tally to be willing to swear toit?"
"I am, sir."
"Then you have rounded up the whole case. There is nothing more to bedone--nothing more left for me to do except to act on the informationyou have furnished me, which I shall do at once."
"May I make a suggestion, sir?"
"Certainly."
"If you have any reason to believe this will not fully account for theshortage, would it not be an excellent idea to have the other tally-meninspected?"
Mr. Penton reflected.
"An excellent idea; yes, it shall be done. Tell me how the tally-man,Marvin, worked his end of the game. Although you have not explained thatpart of it, it goes without saying that he was in collusion withSpooner."
"Yes, sir; so I suspected from the first. I did not like his actions. Heappeared to be watching everyone about him. That aroused my suspicionafter hearing what I did when you and the mine captain were there. So Iwatched him without pretending to do so. In the meantime he had drivenme away from the tally-boards while I was standing there looking atthem. While watching him I distinctly saw the fellow juggle the pegs andgive the Spooner contract credit for more loads than were then on thechute. I counted and kept track of the Spooner cars, so that I couldcheck up with Bob. You see, I wanted to make absolutely sure that I wasright."
"And your figures tallied?"
"They did."
"Lads, you have done the company a great service. I have no doubt butthat both of you will receive a substantial reward. Personally, I cannotfind words to express my appreciation. You have relieved me from a veryembarrassing situation. I shall show my appreciation in a moresubstantial manner in due time."
"We do not wish to be rewarded, Mr. Penton," returned Steve. "We areworking in the interest of the company that pays us our wages, just thesame as we should expect men to serve us if we were employers."
"And you would find that you would be sadly disappointed in the rank andfile, boys. When I said 'reward,' I did not mean exactly a money reward,although indirectly it will amount to the same thing. This company isnot slow to recognize merit. It gives every man a chance to show whatsort of stuff he is made of. If his is a low grade of ore, as we wouldterm it in the mines, then he stays where he is, but if of a highergrade from which the finest steel is made, then the man goes on up asfast as he is fitted to hold higher positions. There is practically nolimit to the positions to which young men in this company may aspire.Take, for instance, the present president of this mining company, who isnow drawing a salary equal to that received by the President of theUnited States. How do you suppose he began his career?"
"I--I do not know, sir. I never heard," answered Steve.
"He began with a shovel in his hands, just the same as you did somethinglike a week ago, and so did I, and so did the most of us who have risento the higher positions. But to return to our subject, I will have theother tally centres investigated secretly."
"It might be a good plan for you to have your captain watch thetally-board at level number seventeen to-morrow. He can do so bysecreting himself in the skip shaft," suggested Steve.
"I think your suggestion is a good one. In the meantime, of course, youlads will be discreet--you will not mention what you have told me?"
"You may depend upon us, sir."
"Yes, I am aware of that. Come to see me to-morrow. I shall want to talkwith you. Good night, lads."