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Now all I ask is that they hang Hull for it!" he cried vindictively. "Seems to be some doubt whether Hull did it," suggested Kirby, to draw him on. "That so? Mebbe there's evidence you don't know about." The words had come out in the heat of impulse, shot at Kirby tensely and breathlessly. Olson looked at the man on the horse and Lane could see caution grow on him.
They sat in semi-darkness, and Stone dropped his voice as he began. "What I want to talk to you about now is something else this election." "Election, sir?" "Didn't you know there was one? The Congressman in this district died, and there's a special election three weeks from next Tuesday." "I see, sir." And Hal chuckled inwardly. He would get the information which Tom Olson had recommended to him!
Miss Bauers phoned: Will you tell him, please? Miss Ahearn phoned: Will you tell him, please? Just say Miss Ahearn. A-h-e-a-r-n. Miss Olson: Just Gertie. But oftenest Miss Bauers. Cupid's messenger, wearing grease-grimed overalls and the fatuous grin of the dalliant male, would transmit his communication to the uneager Nick. "'S wonder you wouldn't answer the phone once yourself.
The instant the deck was awash, I opened the conning-tower hatch and stepped out. In another minute the deck-hatch lifted, and those who were not on duty below streamed up the ladder, Olson bringing Nobs under one arm.
There are reporters here now, and some one of them would surely take it." Olson answered, declaring that they would not get any but labour and Socialist papers to print such news. But even that was well worth doing. And Jack David, who was strong for unions and all their activities, put in, "The thing to do is to take a regular census, so as to know exactly how many are in the mine."
Hal had told Tom Olson that he would not pledge himself to organise a union, but that he would pledge himself to get a check-weighman; and Olson had laughed, and seemed quite content apparently assuming that it would come to the same thing. And now, it rather seemed that Olson had known what he was talking about.
Was it in his fancy only that the breeze carried to him the faint jingle of sleigh-bells? The sound, if it was one, died away. The cook turned to his job. He stopped sawing at the meat, knife and bacon both suspended in the air. On the hard snow there had come to him the crunch of a foot behind him. Whose? Sheba was in the tent, Swiftwater at the stable, Mrs. Olson in the house.
Olson, Whitely, Wilson, Miss La Rue, and myself disembarked, while von Schoenvorts and his German crew returned to refine the oil. The next day Plesser and two other Germans came down overland for ammunition. Plesser said they had been attacked by wild men and had exhausted a great deal of ammunition.
Kirby, resting easy in the saddle with his weight on one stirrup, looked straight into the rancher's eyes as he asked the question. "I'd be likely to tell you if I was, wouldn't I?" jeered Olson. "Why not? Better tell me than wait for the police to third-degree you. If you're not in this killin' why not tell what you know? I've told my story."
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