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Updated: June 29, 2025
Could a man be brave enough to protest to a pit-boss when his body was numb with weariness? Could he think out a definite conclusion as to his rights and wrongs, and back his conclusion with effective action, when his mental faculties were paralysed by such weariness of body? Hal had come here, as one goes upon the deck of a ship in mid-ocean, to see the storm.
Stone," said Hal, with intense gravity, "am I correct in the impression that you are offering me a bribe?" In a flash, the man's self-control vanished. He thrust his huge fist within an inch of Hal's nose, and uttered a foul oath. But Hal did not remove his nose from the danger-zone, and over the fist a pair of angry brown eyes gazed at the pit-boss. "Mr.
He stood for a moment looking at his political henchman. Then he came up. "Kid," he said, in a low voice, "you're overdoing this. I didn't intend you to go so far." "This is not what you intended, Mr. Stone," answered Hal. The pit-boss came closer yet. "What you looking for, kid? What you expect to get out of this?" Hal's gaze was unwavering. "Experience," he replied.
"Sure," said Rosa. Hal looked at them, astonished. "You're sure they'll let you?" he asked. "Let me? Who stop me?" "I don't know. Maybe Reminitsky. You might get into trouble." Jerry grinned. "I no fraid," said he. "Got friends here. Carmino my cousin. You know Carmino?" "No," said Hal. "Pit-boss in Number One. He stand by me. Old Reminitsky go hang!
The saloon-keeper took him to interview Mr. Alec Stone, pit-boss in Number Two mine, who inquired promptly: "You know anything about mules?" "I worked in a stable," said Hal, "I know about horses." "Well, mules is different," said the man. "One of my stable-men got the colic the other day, and I don't know if he'll ever be any good again." "Give me a chance," said Hal. "I'll manage them."
Recently he had been candidate for district judge on the Progressive ticket, and told of his efforts to carry on a campaign in the coal-camps how his circulars had been confiscated, his posters torn down, his supporters "kangarooed." It was exactly as Alec Stone, the pit-boss, had explained to Hal.
Hal reflected upon this, and subdued his Anglo-Saxon pride, finding forgiveness for what was repulsive in these people their barbarous, jabbering speech, their vermin-ridden homes, their bare-bottomed babies. It chanced before many days that Hal got a holiday, relieving the monotony of his labours as stableman: an accidental holiday, not provided for in his bargain with the pit-boss.
They would have an end to the business of discharging men because they asked for their rights, of blacklisting men and driving them out of the district because they presumed to want what the laws of the state awarded them! How long could a man expect to stand on the steps of a company building, with a super and a pit-boss at his back, and organise a union of mine-workers?
"You have to watch 'em." "That's it," said the pit-boss. "And by the way, when you tell the store-clerk about that fifteen dollars, just say you lost it at poker." "I said ten dollars," put in Hal, quickly. "Yes, I know," responded the other. "But I said fifteen!" Hal told himself with satisfaction that he was now to do the real work of coal-mining.
But the pit-boss was concerned with his own troubles. "As I told Si Adams the other day, what I'm looking for is fellows that talk some new lingo one that nobody will ever understand! But I suppose that would be too easy. There's no way to keep them from learning some English!" Hal decided to make use of this opportunity to perfect his education. "Surely, Mr.
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