“Sure, an’ ’tis a reg’lar hurricane,” shouted a well-known voice, and Allan found himself gazing into the cheerful face of Reddy Magraw.
“Why, Reddy,” he cried, “what are you doing here?”
“I was sent after you,” Reddy explained, “an’ it was well I was—ye niver could have got up there by yerself.”
“Nonsense!” Allan protested. “I’m nearly as strong as I ever was. That gust caught me unprepared, that’s all. Come on.” He didn’t ask who it was had sent Reddy, but supposed of course it was Stanley.
“I’ll jest hold on to yer arm, anyways,” said Reddy. “Is this the well one?”
“Yes; hold on to it, if you want to; maybe it’ll keep you from being blown away;” but to himself Allan was forced to confess more than once that Reddy’s arm was a welcome support. For he was weaker than he had thought—weaker than he was willing to acknowledge, even to himself.
As for Reddy, he judged it best to say nothing as to how he had come to be appointed Allan’s body-guard. He had been routed out of bed by Mrs. Magraw at the first explosion. Across the yards from their front window they could see the flames spreading, and Reddy jumped into his clothes in a hurry.
“Now listen to me,” his wife had said, as this process was in progress, “there’s jist one thing fer ye t’ do this night, Reddy Magraw, an’ that is t’ kape yerself glued t’ Allan West an’ t’ see the boy don’t come t’ no harm. They’ll be gittin’ him out o’ bed the first thing, an’ him scarce able t’ stand! Reddy Magraw, if any harm comes t’ him this night, I’ll niver fegive ye!”
“Don’t ye fear, darlint,” Reddy assured her. “I’ll stick t’ him like beeswax,” and, giving her a quick hug, he ran from the house and down the path to the gate.
Mrs. Magraw opened her lips to call to him; but closed them again by a mighty2 effort, and stood watching his dim figure until it vanished in the darkness. Then, drawing a chair close to the front window, she sat down and watched the flames grow and spread. Her face was very pale, and her lips moved mechanically as she told over and over again the beads3 of her rosary.
“There’s the very divil t’ pay,” Reddy went on, as he and Allan hurried forward. “I didn’t stop t’ see much of it, but I saw enough.”
As a matter of fact, he hadn’t stopped at all, but had made a bee-line for Allan’s gate, fearing that he would miss him.
“You kin4 see the fire now,” he added, a moment later, and Allan, looking up, saw ahead of him a red glow against the sky, which spread and brightened, even as he watched it.
All about them were people hastening in the same direction, and as they neared the yards, they could hear the excited shouts of the crowd already assembled, the clanging of the fire-engines, and finally, just as they arrived, the swish and hiss5 of water as it was turned on the flames.
But Allan paused for only a glance at the fire, serious as it appeared to be. Mere6 property loss, however heavy, was a little thing in comparison with the possible loss of life which the wrecking8 of the freight-house involved, and he pushed his way forward through the crowd, anxious to learn the worst at once. The town’s limited police force was already on the scene, but the crowd was entirely9 beyond its control, and the most it could accomplish was to keep clear a space on the freight platform where two physicians were already busily at work, by the light of an engine headlight.
Toward these, Allan made his way with a curious sinking of the heart. The policemen recognized him and passed him through, and at that moment, one of the doctors rose with a little gesture of despair.
Allan, staring down at the blackened shape upon the platform, scarcely recognized in it a human being.
“Who is it?” he asked.
“I don’t know him,” said the doctor, looking up and recognizing the chief dispatcher. “Maybe you do,” and he knelt down again and turned the distorted and blackened countenance11 so that the light shone full upon it.
At the first sickened glance, Allan decided12 that he had never seen the man, then a certain familiarity struck through to his consciousness.
“Why, it’s Rafe Bassett!” he cried.
“Rafe Bassett!” echoed a voice, and Allan turned to find that Stanley had broken a way through the crowd. “Well, that’s justice for you!”
“Justice?” echoed Allan.
“It was him did all that,” said Stanley, with a wave of the hand toward the burning cars. “Set fire to them an’ got burned up hisself!”
The crowd pressing upon the policemen heard the words and a low angry murmur13 ran through it, for with that blackened shape before them, the detective’s words sounded particularly heartless.
“Men,” cried Stanley, facing them, “this ain’t no guesswork. Rafe Bassett was kicked out of the brotherhood14 t’-night, an’ decided t’ git even this way. He set that car of oil on fire—but he was inside the car—an’ before he could git the door open, this is what happened to him. I pity the poor devil as much as any of you—an’ yet I say ’twas justice.”
“He’s right,” nodded a man at the front of the crowd. “He’s right. Let’s have no trouble here, men.”
Allan looked down again at the dim and shapeless mass.
“Is there an ambulance?” he asked.
“Yes,” answered one of the doctors. “Two of them.”
“Take him away, then; and see that he is cared for. After all, he’s dead, Stanley.”
“An’ a blamed good thing, too,” muttered Stanley, whose stock of sentiment was very small; but he took care that the crowd did not hear the words. After all, there was no use in provoking trouble.
“And how about the others?” asked Allan.
“What others?”
“The men in the freight-house.”
“Oh,” answered Stanley, with a grin, “they was more scared than hurt.”
Allan drew a quick breath of relief.
“Oh, it wrecked15 it all right; at least this end of it; but by good luck, it blew the end wall out, instead of in, and the roof didn’t fall until everybody had scrambled16 out. I thought there’d been at least a dozen killed by the way they hollered after the bomb went off, but nobody was hurt beyond some cuts and bruises17.”
“Well, that was good luck!” said Allan. “That takes the biggest kind of a load off my heart.”
“Yes; and the best luck of all,” added Stanley dryly, “is that I caught the man who did it.”
“The man who did it?” Allan stopped short in amazement18 to look at his companion. “Do you mean it, Stanley?”
“Mean it? I should say I did. It was the merest luck—I fell right on to him as he was gettin’ away, and when I started to take him back to the freight-house he was scared to death—but he don’t deny it, fer that matter.”
“Who was it?” asked Allan. “One of the strikers?”
“No,” said Stanley, grinning again. “One of the strike-breakers.”
Again Allan stopped to gaze in amazement at his companion.
“Hummel,” explained Stanley, his face fairly glowing with satisfaction. “Oh, this has been a great night.”
“Where is he now?”
“I’ve got him under guard in the freight office—I’ll send him up to the county jail pretty soon—but he said he wanted to see you first.”
“To see me? What for?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he wants to confess and tell who his pals19 were. Of course we know Bassett was. I’ve got a sort of idea that Bassett was at the head of the whole thing. There’s the freight-house. You kin see what damage the bomb did.”
It was certainly a frightful20 looking place. The end wall of the building had been blown out bodily, and a great section of the platform had also been blown away. Evidently Hummel had placed the bomb just inside the wall. There was, at either end of the building, a small square ventilator near the ground, covered with a piece of perforated iron, as such openings usually are. Later investigation21 showed that Hummel had probably knocked out this plate, and as the ventilator was too small to permit the passage of his body, he had placed the bomb as far inside as he could reach, and had then attached and lighted the fuse. The position of the bomb, by a fortunate chance, was such that the greatest force of the explosion was directed outwards22, and while the end wall had fallen, it had fallen outward and not inward, and the side walls had remained nearly intact. The roof had sagged23 badly, but had not fallen. The other end of the freight-house, at which were the offices, had not been injured at all.
Allan stood for a moment contemplating24 this wreckage25, and as he turned away, he felt a touch on his arm. He turned to find himself face to face with Simpson, the special delegate.
“Mr. West,” said Simpson, “I hope I may have a few words with you.”
“Why, certainly,” said Allan. “What is it?”
“In the first place, I want to assure you that no brotherhood man had anything to do with this,” and he waved his hand toward the wrecked freight-house and the blazing cars.
“We know who did both,” said Allan quietly. “The man who set fire to the cars was a union man.”
“Who was it?” asked Simpson quickly.
“Rafe Bassett.”
Simpson’s face grew a shade paler, and his eyes lighted with a grim satisfaction, as he realized how this discovery vindicated26 the course he had taken with regard to the strike.
“Bassett was not a union man; he was suspended from the lodge27 last night,” he said, quietly. “He would never have been reinstated. I suspect him of having had something to do with that outrage28 at Cincinnati, and I believe all this was done simply to revenge himself on the brotherhood and give it a black eye.”
“And you were going to carry on the strike for a man like that?”
“No, Mr. West, we were not,” answered Simpson earnestly. “After Bassett was run out of the hall last night, a committee was appointed to wait upon you in the morning and declare the strike off.”
Allan’s face brightened wonderfully.
“Without condition?” he asked.
“With only one condition—that the men be reinstated in their old positions—all except Bassett.”
“We have promised to give permanent positions to any of the new men who made good,” said Allan. “We must keep that promise.”
“We have no objection to that. Mighty few of them can hold a permanent job. Mr. West, I’m going to be candid29 with you. This strike was begun foolishly and without proper investigation. You know why—it was because of your exposure of Nixon. Now we are anxious to make such amends30 as we can, and we go further than we usually do. We agree, as I have said, to your giving permanent places to as many of the strike-breakers as you care to keep and as care to stay.”
Allan held out his hand quickly.
“Then I understand the strike is ended?”
“It will end at noon, if you say so.”
“I do say so.”
“Good!” cried Simpson, and grasped the hand held out to him.
Not more than half a dozen men were within hearing, but the news of the great event passed like lightning from mouth to mouth, and the crowd was soon cheering like mad.
“Well,” said Stanley, “I guess my job’s done. I’ll be mighty glad t’ git back t’ my bed ag’in. Will you see Hummel before I send him up-town?”
“Yes; only I’ve got two or three things to do first. Let’s have a look at the fire.”
They started together toward the lower yards, and Stanley, after glancing back once or twice, leaned over and spoke31 in a carefully repressed undertone.
“There’s a tough-lookin’ feller been follerin’ you around all night,” he said. “He’s right behind us now. Glance around kind of careless-like an’ see if you know him.”
Allan glanced apprehensively32 over his shoulder, and then laughed outright33 as he recognized his faithful body-guard.
“Why, that’s Reddy Magraw,” he said. “He thinks I’m going to keel over any minute, and he’s ready to catch me when I do.”
“Didn’t you send him after me?”
“Send him? Why, no. Did he say I did?”
“No, I don’t know that he said exactly that. But if you didn’t, who did? I wonder—”
But they had reached the place where the cars were blazing, and the matter was driven from Allan’s mind for the time being. It was soon evident that all danger of the fire spreading further was over. The cars in the neighbourhood had been jerked away to a place of safety, and three or four lines of hose were playing upon the fire, with the result that it was soon under control. Six cars and their contents had been destroyed and twice as many more damaged to some extent, but this loss seemed trifling35 to Allan beside what might have been.
“Now I’ve got a report to make, and then I’m done,” he said to Stanley. “I’ll come over to the freight office just as soon as I can.”
“All right, sir,” said Stanley, and hurried away to provide fresh quarters for the strike-breakers. He found them fraternizing with the brotherhood men, and Simpson himself proposed a solution of the problem of lodging36 them.
“Why not bring them up to the lodge room?” he said. “It’s plenty big enough, and each man can bring his cot with him. We’ll see that breakfast is ready for them in the morning and after that, I guess they can get board around town somewhere. I hope you’ll approve,” he added to Stanley. “We want to show we’re in earnest about this thing and that we bear no grudge37 against anyone.”
“All right,” agreed Stanley; “I don’t see no objections; though of course, I see your little game,” he added, in an undertone. “These fellers’ll be union men inside of a week.”
Simpson made no reply, but smiled a diplomatic smile; and Stanley’s prediction came true; for all of the strangers who secured permanent positions, joined the brotherhood in a very short time. It may be added, in passing, however, that not above eight or ten remained at Wadsworth. Most of them had the wanderlust in their blood; they could be contented38 in one place only for a very short time, and then must be moving on; while the rest were victims of an even worse disease, which converted them from men into brutes39, and rendered them unfit to hold any position.
Allan, hurrying across the yards in the direction of his office, was conscious of quick steps behind him, and turned to find that Jack40 Welsh had joined Reddy Magraw.
“So here you are!” cried Jack. “Well, I certainly am glad to see you. And you’re not hurted?”
“Hurt?” repeated Allan. “Why, no, of course not; why should I be?”
“And you’re about ready to go home? The women are jest naterally worrited to death about you.”
“Oh, I’m all right,” Allan assured him, though he was conscious that both head and shoulder were aching numbly41. “Reddy’s been dogging me like a shadow. I’ll be ready to go back before long. You’ve heard the news?”
“No. What?”
“The strike’s off. I’m just going to wire the news to Mr. Schofield. Then I’ll be ready to go home. I must be up early in the morning.”
“We’ll wait fer you,” said Jack, and he and Reddy sat down on the bottom step of the steep flight which led to the dispatchers’ office, while Allan hurried up the stairs.
It took but a moment to get Mr. Schofield on the line. He had been sent the first news of the disaster, and was anxious to know how serious it was. Allan’s first words reassured42 him.
“Nobody hurt,” Allan flashed, “and not over six cars destroyed, though some damage to others. Fire about out. Freight-house badly wrecked. Bassett set fire to cars and was burned to death. We also have fellow who set off bomb. Just saw Simpson, and arranged to have strike called off at noon to-day. No conditions. Admits that strike was mistake and says Bassett was fired from brotherhood last night. Willing to do most anything to square himself. And I guess that’s all till I see you.”
There was an instant’s pause before Mr. Schofield answered.
“West,” he began, “this is the greatest night’s work you ever did. Are you able to be up?”
“I’m aching some,” Allan answered, “but I’m going home to bed now. Everything is well in hand. I guess there’s no further danger of trouble.”
“Wait a minute,” came the answer.
Allan waited until his instrument began again to call him.
“All right,” he said.
“This is Round,” chattered43 the instrument. “Schofield has just been telling me. I want to congratulate you—and order you to take at least a month’s vacation.”
“I guess I’ll wait till my honeymoon,” answered Allan, and laughed to himself at the thought.
“Are you engaged?”
“Yes. Tell Mr. Schofield I’ve taken his advice.”
“When is it to be?”
“Don’t know yet.”
“Well, mind you ask me.”
“I will.”
“And here’s my best wishes, my boy. Now go home and go to bed. I’ll be at Wadsworth in a day or two, and will tell you then what I think about your work.”
“All right; thank you. Good-bye.”
Allan closed his key with a click, and as he did so, he was conscious of a throng44 around his desk. He looked up to see all the employees on duty and some who weren’t on duty, but who had been got out of bed by the disturbance45, crowding around him.
“Shake!” they said. “Of course we heard that,” and Allan gripped one hand after another, his eyes shining.
“Thank you, boys,” was all he could say. “Thank you.”
He rejoined Jack and Reddy, at last, at the foot of the stairs.
“Just one more errand and then I’m ready to go home,” he said.
“Seems to me they allers is one more,” rejoined Jack. “What is it now?”
“The fellow who blew up the freight-house wants to see me.”
“The fellow who blew up the freight-house? Have you got him?”
“Yes; Stanley nabbed him and has got him over there in the freight office. I guess he’s kept it quiet for fear the fellow’d be mobbed.”
“An’ that’s more sense than Stanley usually shows,” said Reddy. “Who is the varmint?”
“His name’s Hummel—you’ll remember him, Jack.”
“Did I iver see him?”
“He’s the fellow who ran after me across the yards that night—”
“An’ tried t’ knife ye,” added Jack, his face flushing darkly. “Bad cess to him. What’s he want with ye now?”
“Stanley thinks maybe he wants to confess.”
“More likely he wants to take a shot at you. Don’t you go, Allan.”
“Oh, nonsense, Jack,” laughed Allan. “He’s under arrest. He can’t harm me, even if he wants to. There he is now,” he added, as a little procession emerged from the freight office.
Stanley had seen Allan coming across the tracks, and anxious to have the interview over and get his prisoner away before any hint of his identity should get about, had brought him out, surrounded by three or four officers. The crowd had melted away considerably46, and what there was left of it was either watching the last embers of the fire, or inspecting the ruined freight-house. So the little group came out into the yards unnoticed, and stopped in the shadow of the building until Allan and his two friends came up.
Allan, stopping close to Hummel, saw that he was handcuffed, and therefore incapable47 of doing any one harm. He seemed bent48 and shrunken and only half-conscious, as though on the verge49 of collapse50.
“Well, Hummel,” he said, “you wanted to see me?”
Hummel lifted his eyes and stared at him coldly, for an instant, as though not recognizing him; then his eyes brightened with rage.
“Yes,” he said, thickly, “I wanted t’ see you. I hope you’re satisfied with this night’s work.”
“Why, yes,” said Allan with a smile. “Don’t you think I have reason to be? Have you anything to tell me?”
“Yes,” said Hummel, his face growing more livid still, as he glared at the other. “It’s this—I’ll be in hell to-night an’ so will you!”
And he suddenly raised his handcuffed hands.
Allan was dimly conscious of a heavy form hurling51 itself past him, of a close grapple, of an instant’s pause broken only by oaths and hoarse52 shouting; he seemed to see Reddy Magraw grappling with the anarchist53; then the world was blotted54 out in a white flash of flame.
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