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Updated: June 4, 2025
Joyce was called into the city by the Lozcoski affair the very next day. She was accompanied by George Dalton, also by a tablet filled with memoranda. There were things to buy for the Bonnivels, the Hapgoods, and for her own household. There was counsel to secure for Nate, some business to transact with Mr. Barrington, and, lastly, the Lozcoski matter.
When Leon heard about the Pole who had shipped for a short time on the "Terror," he listened to the talk of him with interest, and asked permission to accompany Joyce and her manager at their next interview. Lozcoski, now well fed, and filled with hope and comfort, through the communications of the interpreter, was not the same man who had burst his way into the Social-house a few weeks ago.
Say, Rachel, do you remember Lozcoski?" "Lozcoski? Why oh, do you mean that low fellow that tried to fire the Works?" "That's the fellow." "Of course I do! Why?" She stepped closer and stood over him she was taller than he in such a way that no one could see him from the room beyond. "But Dan, he's in prison, isn't he?
Dan with difficulty repressed his exclamation of astonishment, and strained forward to make certain if this really were the man he took him to be. But turning neither to right nor left, the fellow plodded on, evidently in a labored way, and was almost instantly swallowed up in the shadows. The watcher drew a long breath. "Was it Lozcoski?" he muttered presently. "Why, how did the man get out?
"Speak to him and tell him he has nothing to fear, that he is simply to tell an honest story of why he tried to fire the Works, and that all justice shall be granted him." At first Lozcoski did not seem to listen. Crouched in an attitude of hopeless submission, he would not even raise his eyes as the interpreter's voice skipped over the hard consonants of his native tongue.
He began to think the likeness which had led him this last chase was an illusion, after all, and that the fellow must be some new workman, who had by chance discovered his woodland retreat and considered it public property. But if that man were Lozcoski then Murfree ought to know.
The man took him to a small village surrounding some big works, and kept Lozcoski shut in his room through the whole of the next day, explaining that scab workmen were around and they must move carefully. That night the man roused him from sleep and told him to come along, for there was work for him at last. It was to be night work, but that was the best he could do for him.
"Then let him tell about the night he came to the Social-house," suggested the "queen," and the narrative was resumed. It was not long. Lozcoski, while in prison, brooded over the wrong done him, day and night.
They have been kept cruising between Florida and Key West, on guard duty. His ship is the 'Terror'?" "Ah!" He looked at her, trying to remember where that name had come up before. Then it appeared to him in a flash. "Why, that's where Lozcoski served?" "Yes, I suppose so." "And you tried to question him about the captain's name." "You see, I wanted to make sure that he was on that ship.
He is a fairly good workman in his line, though, and just now can't do much harm, as times are easy and these new improvements of yours keep the people busy with other interests. But he would stir them all up, if he could." "And the other Lozcoski is he in prison again?" "No, he was hurt, too. He is in the jail hospital. What with his starving and all, he is quite ill.
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