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Updated: June 26, 2025
Minetti was sitting on the steps near the third landing. "I was preparing to go home," said the hunchback. "What kept you so late?" "I went around another way," answered Suvaroff. "I thought I might get something from a druggist friend to help me sleep." They stood before the door of Suvaroff's room. Suvaroff opened the door and they went in.
Again they laughed; but Rosa gave a nervous whisper and caught at the child's sleeve. That was not the sort of thing to say to mysterious and rich-looking strangers! "This is Little Jerry's mother, Mrs. Minetti," put in Hal, by way of reassuring her. "Glad to meet you, Mrs.
"Big Jack" David came along with Jerry Minetti, and Hal drew back to consult with them. Jerry was on fire. It had come the revolt he had been looking forward to for years! Why were they not making speeches, getting control of the men and organising them? Jack David voiced uncertainty. They had to consider if this outburst could mean anything permanent.
Jerry Minetti, who knew all about unions, advised Hal to enroll the men at once; he counted on the psychological effect of having each man come forward and give in his name. But here at once they met a difficulty encountered by all would-be organisers lack of funds. There must be pencils and paper for the enrollment; and Hal had emptied his pockets for Jack David!
Such a one was Jerry Minetti, who became one of Hal's best friends. He was a Milanese, and his name was Gerolamo, which had become Jerry in the "melting-pot." He was about twenty-five years of age, and what is unusual with the Italians, was of good stature. Their meeting took place as did most of Hal's social experiences on a Sunday.
Minetti," said the two young men, taking off their hats with elaborate bows; they stared, for Rosa was a pretty object as she blushed and made her shy response. She was much embarrassed, having never before in her life been bowed to by men like these. And here they were greeting Joe Smith as an old friend, and calling him by a strange name!
As they hammered on these barriers, perhaps they would hear the signals of living men on the other side; or they would break through in silence, and find men too far gone to make a sound, yet possibly with the spark of life still in them. One by one, Hal's friends went down "Big Jack" David, and Wresmak, the Bohemian, Klowoski, the Pole, and finally Jerry Minetti.
He ignored the possibility that Hal might be a company spy, and astonished him by rebellious talk of the different kinds of graft in North Valley, and at other places he had worked since coming to America as a boy. Minetti was a Socialist, Hal learned; he took an Italian Socialist paper, and the clerk at the post-office knew what sort of paper it was, and would "josh" him about it.
He told his check-weighman story, and was telling how Jeff Cotton had arrested him; but they came to the Minetti cabin, and the terrifying narrative was cut short. It was Little Jerry who came to the door, with the remains of breakfast distributed upon his cheeks; he stared in wonder at the mysteriously veiled figure. Entering, they saw Rosa sitting in a chair nursing her baby.
The company's estimate of the number was forty, but Minetti and Olson and David agreed that this was absurd. Any man who went about in the crowds could satisfy himself that there were two or three times as many unaccounted for. And this falsification was deliberate, for the company had a checking system, whereby it knew the name of every man in the mine.
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