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In his own tongue, his speech was impressive. He saw now, from the frightened expression of Gerani's face, that his words had struck home. The next morning, the big Pole was not at the mines, nor did he come to draw the pay due him. Joe Ratowsky chuckled to himself when several days passed. "Gerani oh he all right. We no fear him. Me scare him like the tivil, b'gosh." Mr.
Could you imagine a meeting where Landis didn't put in her oar? Why do you ask?" "Because I wanted to know." "An excellent reason," was the sleepy response. "But, Mary " But Mary was asleep. After breakfast the following morning, Elizabeth was summoned to the reception-hall where Joe Ratowsky awaited her. He stood twisting his hat about as she entered.
Joe Ratowsky, while seemingly doing nothing but attend his little lunch-counter, shadowed the man. He knew when Gerani came and went. There was proof enough that he had been interfering with the engine. But it was not he alone whom Mr. Hobart wished to reach. It was the man back of the act who had sent the Pole to do the work. The superintendent thought at first of dismissing Gerani.
She was not one to give expression to her feeling in words only. After her remarks to Dr. Kitchell, the other girls did most of the talking while she listened, turning the matter over in her mind. She had her father's way of straightening matters out. "If a thing is wrong, make it right if you can," she had often heard him say to Joe Ratowsky.
Dennis O'Day meant to find out who that person was and square accounts with him. But for three years he had been no nearer the truth than now. To learn anything from Ratowsky was impossible, for the man had a tied tongue when he chose. In the midst of all the dirt and squalor there was one touch of dainty hominess and comfort.
He had kept his steam-register down to one hundred and fifty pounds when the limit was three hundred. Superintendent Hobart was about to discharge him when Joe Ratowsky appeared. "It's the tivil's own work, b'gosh, Meester Hobart. Gerani, he comes and he fools with the little boiler-clock. Me come like the tivil, b'gosh, or me could have stopped it quick."
So a word of warning. Keep friends with Mr. Hobart, and whatever happens, don't let it come to his ears that Gerani went up at daylight to work at the engine. Just a word of warning, brother, all given in good faith, and for the sake of the land from which we came." That was all. Joe Ratowsky strode on through the darkness without giving the other time to respond.
Joe flung out his hand as though what he was about to say was a mere trifle, not worthy her consideration. "The miner not so glad, b'gosh. They no work no no work. They say they tear up railroad, b'gosh. Meester Hobart, he say, 'No tear up road. Joe Ratowsky, he say, 'No tear up road. All time keep watch so no tear up road. You not come. Mebbe no road, mebbe all right, b'gosh." "A strike, Joe?
He gesticulated continuously, sawing the air with his hands. "Ye-s Joe Ratowsky, he run and tell ze ze. He ees one fool. He ze monkee on ze stick. Mees-ter Ho-bart, he meek hims jump." The suggestion was enough. Joe was the tool of someone, and that someone was Superintendent Hobart; such was the idea the Italian meant to convey.
His place was open on the Sabbath and until all hours of the night. Young boys entered sober and came forth drunk. There was no one to call him to account. Then from somewhere came Joe Ratowsky. And from that time, the troubles of Dennis O'Day began. Yet big Joe was apparently innocent. He could smatter only a little English.
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