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There's a good two weeks' work for you afterwards. Only start on Koppy. Eh, how's it look to you?" "No pay Indian," repeated the Indian. "There's a sting in the tail somewhere," Torrance muttered to his foreman. "Either he wants my calabash pipe, or he plans to land his whole family of papooses on my breakfast table while he's on the job. And their annual bath may be eleven months back.
"I order." The unmistakable warning in the abrupt retort silenced Werner for the moment; the distant peril seemed the less ominous. "There's no hurry," he suggested after an interval. "He thinks he's got the hole almost filled, but we can hold him up any time by pulling down some more of the trestle " "And I stand under!" snapped Koppy. "Well, of course, you don't need to.
The horse-thief again! There ain't two can shoot like that." He noticed Koppy staring angrily in the same direction. "It sure ain't one of your gang, Koppy. That would be one too many." "No bohunk no bohunk!" assented the Pole, and there was that in his voice boded ill for proof to the contrary. "No bohunk . . . maybe. . . . I don't think."
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.
Torrance gaped; the world seemed to be falling from beneath his feet. "I would add this proviso," continued the calm voice of the foreman, "that when damage occurs again, the extra work it entails will not be paid for. You may take that as a warning, Koppy.
Them bolts I drew on the trestle pretty near gave me a headache not to say as near as you came to it when the boss got swinging," he added with a leer. "Hugo Werner never was ambitious." Koppy raised himself haughtily. "I order," he rapped. "Too darn much for my skin," grumbled Werner. "It's a bad habit to get into for the other fellow."
Truth to tell, he had called the meeting with no intention of spurring to immediate action. So much hung on the final decision that was to culminate their year's work that Koppy hesitated to give the order.
Hereafter the halfbreed was just prey; sooner or later he would fall before the slumbering fires that knew no law but the knife, no restraint but fear. Torrance looked up at the shadow in the doorway. "Hey? Where did you come from?" "Yuh sent fer me, didn't yuh?" "I thought you were down bossing the Koppy job." "Sartin. We jest was through when he tol' me."
I'm willing to wager the camp never hears of the fight; it might disillusion them of a fancied power. Koppy knows better than to let them know they're licked." "I said to fire them." Torrance spoke so calmly that Conrad searched his eyes with unaccustomed concern. Yet the foreman did not falter. "There are other things to consider "
You're president of The Independent Workers of the World." Koppy glanced at him from beneath lowering brows, but Werner assumed a look of blankest innocence as he rolled himself a fresh cigarette. "Or," he reflected, "we might leave some one behind to blow it up after it's finished." "Never finished," declared Koppy. "The bosses must know the Workers have spoken."
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