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But they had taken surprisingly swift measures for self-protection, and Torrance was momentarily baffled. Morani glided behind the table, and Heppel, roused to unheard-of activity, kicked a chair before the impending peril. Torrance stumbled over the chair and crashed into the table, smashing it flat, fortunately carrying Morani down with it.
Put it up, Morani, for God's sake! You don't need practice." Koppy motioned him roughly back to the bunk on which he had been lying. "You three tell boss that." "Like hell I do!" grumbled Werner, "when I'm off my nut." "Like-a hell I do," repeated Morani fervently. "Like hell I do," agreed Heppel solemnly. "Like hell you all do," Koppy summed up acidly. "And your precious skin " began Werner.
One Saturday afternoon he went over to the High Pit to examine the engine more carefully than he had yet done. He had been turning the subject over thoughtfully in his mind; and seemed to have satisfied himself as to the cause of the failure. Kit Heppel, one of the sinkers, asked him, “Weel, George, what do you mak’ o’ her?
Presently Adrian and two others gathered before the contractor, where they seemed to confer a long time. One, Tressa knew, would be Koppowski; the other must be one of his friends, Werner probably, or Morani, or Heppel. They alone of the five hundred possessed intelligence enough to justify consultation.
One day, between the engine hour and the rope-rolling hour, Kit Heppel challenged him to leap from one high wall to another, with a deep gap between. To Heppel’s surprise and dismay, George took the standing leap, and cleared the eleven feet at a bound. Had his eye been less accurate, or his limbs less agile and sure, the feat must have cost him his life.
With his own eyes he saw Torrance mount the speeder and drive away; and with a scowl he followed the laughing flight of the girl and her lover. At last the trestle was unguarded! A few hasty words to Heppel started him at a lumbering trot for the camp. Ten minutes later a score of men stood within their leader's shack. Koppy knew he had time.
Torrance's sky suddenly darkened Lefty Werner, Chico Morani, and Heppel, Koppy's special cronies. But he hid his concern beneath a grunt. He had no intention of making his grunt an invitation, but the three came on without pausing, and Werner greeted him with an embarrassed "good-evening, boss." Torrance rose and stepped back into the sitting room.
One of them, evidently the leader, was talking volubly, but Conrad did not even appear to listen until they stood in the open before the door. "Now, what were you doing there?" "Lefty Werner and Heppel and me, we hear shots," explained a large, raw-boned foreigner with an ugly scar along the side of his jaw. "We come quick. Fear boss and young missus maybe need help."
"There's Koppy just come out of his shack. A couple with him, Werner and Heppel, I bet." "Dear me!" she teased out to him. "And I've been so careful with the meals." A few moments of mirror concentration. "But I know what it really is that trestle. It's nerves. . . . Till that hole's filled you're just an ordinary sick man. . . . And you know you can't stand the twilight.
The face of the underforeman went livid; a flood of foul expletives clogged his utterance. The one who had not yet spoken broke in soothingly: "Lefty just means he hit you hard. Why no somebody knife him?" The four men asked each other the question with their eyes and, receiving no answer, looked confused. "Why no you, Heppel?" demanded Koppy. "I had no time."
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