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Chapter 4. Somebody Stirs The Mud |
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_ CHAPTER IV. SOMEBODY STIRS THE MUD The next morning only a few of the men, some of those who had refused to open bank accounts, failed to show up at the railroad camp. "There is really nothing to do this morning," Tom remarked to Superintendent Hawkins. "However, I think you had better dock the missing men for time off. If you find that any missing man has been gone on a proper errand of rest or enjoyment, and has not been making a beast of himself, you can restore his docked pay on the lists." "That's a very good idea," nodded Hawkins. "It always angers me to see these poor, hardworking fellows go away and make fools of themselves just as soon as they get a bit of pay in their pockets. Still, you can't change the whole face of human nature, Mr. Reade." "I don't expect to do so," smiled Tom. "Yet, if we can get a hundred or two in this outfit to take a sensible view of pay day, and can drill it into them so that it will stick, there will be just that number of happier men in the world. How long have you been in this work on the frontier, Mr. Hawkins?" "About twenty years, sir." "Then it must have angered you, many a time, to see the vultures and the parasites fattening on the men who do the real work in life." "It has," nodded the superintendent. "However, I haven't your gift with the tongue, Mr. Reade, and I've never been able to lead men into the right path as you did yesterday." Over in the little village of tents where the idle workmen sat through the forenoon there was some restlessness. These men knew that there was nothing for them to do until the construction material arrived, and that they were required only to report in order to keep themselves on the time sheets. Having reported to their foremen and the checkers, they were quite at liberty to go over into Paloma or elsewhere. A few of them had gone. Some others had an uneasy feeling that they wouldn't like to face the contempt in the eyes of the young chief engineer if he happened to see them going away from camp. "It's none of the business of that chap Reade," growled one of the workmen. "Of course it isn't," spoke up another. "He talked to us straight yesterday, however, and showed us that it was our own business to keep out of the tough places in Paloma. I've worked under these engineers for years, and I never before knew one of them to care whether I had a hundred dollars or an empty stomach. Boys, I tell you, Reade, has the right stuff in him, if he is only a youngster. He knows the enemies he has made over in Paloma, and he understands the risks be has been taking in making such enemies. He proved to us that he can stand that sort of thing and be our friend. Look at this thing, will you?" With something of a look of wonder the speaker drew out the bankbook that he had acquired the afternoon before. "I've got forty dollars in bank," he continued, in something of a tone of awe. "Forty friends of mine that I've put away to work and do good things for me! If I don't touch this money for some years then I'll find that this money has grown to be a lot more than forty dollars!" "Or else you'll find that some bank clerk is up in Canada spending it," jeered a companion. "I don't care what the clerk does. The bank will be still good for the money. Joe, you read the papers as often as any come into camp." "Yes." "All right. The next time you find anything about a savings bank that has failed and left the people in the lurch for their money, you show it to me. Savings banks don't fail nowadays! No, Sir!" Other men through the camp were taking sly peeps at their bankbooks, as though they were half ashamed at having such possessions. Yet many a hard toiler in camp felt a new sense of importance that morning. He began to look upon himself as a part of the moneyed world as, indeed, he was! "Telegram for Mr. Reade," called one of the two camp operators, coming forward. Tom tore the envelope open, then stared at the following message:
"Have complaint from merchants of Paloma that you have effectually stopped the men from spending any money in the town. Not our policy to make enemies of the towns along our line. Explain immediately. "(Signed) ELLSWORTH, "General Manager."
"Your newly made enemies have gotten after you quickly, Sir," commented the superintendent grimly. "Yes," nodded Tom. "And, of course, I can't follow any course that isn't approved by the general manager. I'll wire him the truth and see what he has to say. Operator!" "Yes, Sir," replied the young man, turning and coming back. "Wait for a message," directed Tom; then seated himself and wrote the following reply:
"Have not interfered in any way with honest merchants of Paloma. Men are at liberty to spend their money any way they choose. I did give the men a talk about the foolishness of spending their wages in buying liquor or in gambling. Result was that men banked about two thirds of the total pay roll with the bank people you sent on pay train yesterday at my request. Also drove off a gambler who tried to erect two tents on railroad property in order to fleece the men more speedily. "(Signed) READE, "Chief Engineer."
"I hope Ellsworth, will be satisfied," nodded Hawkins. "Good will is an asset for a railway, and your enemies in Paloma may be able to stir up a good deal of trouble for you. Mr. Reade, I stood with you yesterday, and I'm still with you. If Ellsworth is so cranky that you feel like throwing the job here, then I'll walk out with you." "Oh, I'm not going to give up the work here," predicted Reade cheerfully. "I'm too much interested in it. Neither am I going to have my hands tied by any clique of gamblers and dive keepers. If Mr. Ellsworth isn't satisfied, then I'll run up to headquarters and talk to him in person. I'm not going to quit; neither am I going to be prevented from winning and deserving the friendship of the men who are here working for us." "Telegram for Mr. Reade," grinned the operator, again looking in at the doorway. After reading it, Tom passed over to Hawkins this message from General Manager Ellsworth: "Unable to judge merits of case at this distance. Will be with you soon." "That's all right," Reade declared. "It looks all right," muttered Hawkins, who knew something about the ways of railroads. Up the track the whistle on a stationary engine blew the noon signal. "Feel like eating, Harry?" Tom called to his chum, who had been mildly dozing in a chair in one corner of the room. "Always," declared Hazelton, sitting up and yawning. "Are you going to eat in town this noon, or in camp?" Tom inquired of the superintendent of construction. Hawkins was about to answer that he'd eat in camp, when he suddenly reconsidered. "I guess I'll ride along with you, Mr. Reade," he said dryly. Horses were brought, and the three mounted and rode away. In such sizzling heat as beat down from the noonday sun Tom had not the heart to urge his mount to speed. The trio were soon at the edge of Paloma, which they had to enter through one of the streets occupied by the rougher characters. Just as they rode down by the first buildings a low whistle sounded on the heavy, dead air. "Signal that the locomotive is headed this way," announced Hawkins grimly. "Look out for the crossing, Mr. Reade!" Hardly had the superintendent finished speaking when a sharp hiss sounded from an open window. Then another and more hisses, from different buildings. "A few snakes left in the grass," Tom remarked jokingly. "Oh, you've stirred up a nest of 'em, Mr. Reade," rejoined the superintendent. Tom laughed as Harry added: "Let's hope that there are no poisonous reptiles among them. It would be rough on poisonous snakes to have Tom find them." Then the three horsemen turned the corner near the Mansion House. Superintendent Hawkins looked grave as he noted a crowd before the hotel. "Mr. Reade, I believe those men are there waiting to see you. I'm certain they've not gathered just to talk about the weather." There was a movement in the crowd, and a suppressed, surly murmur, as the engineer party was sighted. Tom Reade, however, rode forward at the head of his party, alighting close to the crowd, which numbered fifty or sixty men. The young chief engineer signed to one of the stable boys, who came forward, half reluctantly, and took the bridles of the three horses to lead them away. Jim Duff, backed by three other men, stepped forward. There was a world of menace in the gambler's wicked eyes as he began, in a soft, almost purring tone: "Mr. Reade," announced Jim Duff, "we are a committee, appointed by citizens, to express our belief that the air of Paloma is not going to be good for you. At the same time we wish to ask you concerning your plans for leaving the town." There could be no question as to the meaning of the speaker. Tom Reade was being ordered out of town. _ |
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