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A strict rule of the company was that no opening of any kind into which a person might possibly step or fall should be left uncovered at any station during the approach, stay, or departure of any train scheduled to stop at that station. Rourke was well aware of this rule. He had a copy of it on file in his collection of circulars.
I might say in passing that Matt and Jimmie, his faithful henchmen, were each between forty and fifty, if they were a day poor, gnarled, dusty, storm-tossed Italians who had come from heaven knows where, had endured God knows what, and were now rounding out a work-a-day existence under the sheltering wing of this same Rourke, a great and protecting power to them.
Rourke was in a fairly murderous mood, only he was so excited and ashamed that he could not speak. Here was the supervisor, and here was himself, and conditions necessity for order, etc. would not permit him to kill the Italian in the former's presence. He could only choke and wait. To think that he should be made a mark of like this, and that in the face of his great supervisor!
From the day of the revolution, the three names which forever belong to the history of British Republicanism were in the front O'Donovan Rourke, the first President, and his two famous Ministers, Jonathan Simms and Richard Lincoln. But the story of that first great Administration is read now in the school-books. The sudden death of the President was the first serious loss of the Republic.
"Well?" rapped Kerry fiercely, at the same time throwing his arm around the boy. "I may continue to take an interest in your affairs." A tremendous uproar arose, within and without the house. The police were raiding the place. Lady Rourke sank down, slowly, almost at the Eurasian's feet.
Besides these, there were platforms to build at Van Cortlandt and Mount Kisco, water-towers at Highbridge and Ardsley, a sidewalk and drain at Caryl, a culvert and an ash-pit at Bronx Park, and some forty concrete piers for a building at Melrose all of which required any amount of running and figuring, to say nothing of the actual work of superintending and constructing, which Rourke alone could look after.
It might last for a few moments, during which time the Italians would be seen hurrying excitedly to and fro; and then there would come a lull, and Rourke would be heard to raise his voice in tuneful melody, singing or humming or whistling some old-fashioned Irish "Come-all-ye."
In the meantime, I proceeded to build myself a fire on the dock, for we were alongside the Harlem River and a brisk wind was blowing. Then Rourke came, fresh from church, smiling and genial, in the most cheerful Sunday-go-to-meeting frame of mind, but plainly a little conscious of his grand garb. "My," I said, surveying him, "you look fine. I never saw you dressed up before."
Ye'd made a good bookkeeper. If ever I get to be Prisident, I'll make ye me Sicretary av State." But the thing which really interested and enthralled Rourke was the coming of the masons those hardy buccaneers of the laboring world who come and go as they please, asking no favors and brooking no interference.
"So ye'll naht cover the hole, after me tellin' ye naht fifteen minutes ago, will ye?" he shouted. "Ye'll naht cover the hole! An' what'll ye be tellin' me ye was doin' now?" "Waut fer the concrete," almost moaned Rourke, so great was his fury, his angry face shoved close to the Italian's own. "Waut fer the concrete, is it?
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