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"That young lady, Mr. Mullaney, is engaged to me," stated Dodd, acridly. "You'd better drop the topic." But he did not display either the joy or the pride of the accepted suitor as he looked up at her. "I'll simply say that you're a mighty lucky chap and I congratulate you," returned Mr.
The phrase, "to secure the ballot," was quickly challenged by some of the men and had to be deleted before the report was accepted; but this setback was as nothing to Susan in comparison with the friends she had made for woman suffrage among prominent labor leaders and with the fact that a woman, Kate Mullaney of Troy, had been chosen assistant secretary of the National Labor Union and its national organizer of women.
Spears was singing when he got so far and there was no telling what he might have done if Mullaney, unable to stand the agony, had not jabbed a pin in him. But that only made way for the efforts of the other boys, each of whom tried to outdo the other in poking fun at the Rube and Nan.
"I don't fight in a public place. I'm a gentleman. I want you to remember what you saw, Mullaney! I'll get to that cheap bum in a way he won't forget." "Do you mind telling me who your friend is?" asked the detective. Dodd shot him a sour side-glance and muttered profanity.
Ellis lined to Cairns in right; Treadwell fouled two balls and had a called strike, and was out; McKnight hit a low fly over short, then Bud Wiler sent one between Spears and Mullaney. Spears went for it while the Rube with giant strides ran to cover first base. Between them they got Bud, but it was only because he was heavy and slow on his feet.
Aware that Kate blamed their defeat on the ruthless newspaper campaign, inspired and paid for by employers, Susan asked her, "If you had been 500 carpenters or 500 masons, do you not think you would have succeeded?" "Certainly," Kate Mullaney replied, adding that the striking bricklayers had won everything they demanded.
"Will one man in this convention stand up and show himself so that I can talk to him face to face?" shouted the man at bay. Detective Mullaney and Richard Dodd could not find seats. The others were sitting, and the two were marked men. "Well, Dodd, you have been whispering. What have you to say aloud?" demanded the man they were baiting. "I say your name is not Walker Farr." "You!"
But after he had sat there for a few moments and listened, and had watched the faces of the delegates, he decided that if five thousand dollars would stop the mouth of that man he had spent money wisely. It was borne in upon him that he had spent greater sums many times for lesser service. He saw Richard Dodd and Mullaney circulating among the delegates.
He held his arms out toward Detective Mullaney and crossed them, wrist over wrist, and he smiled. "If you are certain enough of your man to dare to arrest me, sir, I stand here waiting for the handcuffs." The detective hesitated, visibly embarrassed. He had been looking for confusion, confession by manner, even collapse. "This is a put-up political job," declared a delegate.
"I tell you I gave my nephew a check for five thousand dollars," insisted the colonel. "And the Dodds don't lie to each other!" "Then they have begun to do it," declared Mullaney. "He has double-crossed the two of us. There was never any talk between us of more than five hundred for the job." Colonel Dodd hurried into the anteroom and called the bank on the telephone.
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