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Updated: June 14, 2025
"To be sure I can!" answered Bob. "Just you let me alone and see." "Come on!" yelled the stranger. "Come on, or I'll leave you behind in no time!" "You'll not leave me behind so quickly," answered Bob. "Go it, Rusher, go it!" he added to his horse, and the steed flew over the smooth road at a rate of speed that filled Bert with astonishment.
Shortly after midnight Dick and Billy ventured to return to Waddy, with the idea of securing Billy's goat, Hector, a sturdy black brute much admired as the most inveterate 'rusher' in the country. With the boys of Waddy a goat that butted or 'rushed' was highly prized as an animal of spirit.
The "rusher" worked at high pressure hour after hour, day after day. The others could not possibly have kept up with him had he worked his fastest. But his instructions were to keep just a little ahead, that the others might struggle and do their best to keep even in their task, in order not to lose their work for apparent idleness.
The limitation of the day's output is based originally on the desire to squelch this "rusher" idea, or to put the quietus on the very young and able workman anxious to curry favor with his "boss" by making the pace too hot for the men working beside him. Our friend, the clergyman, and many others say that it is dishonest to limit the day's output. But is it dishonest?
The "rusher" is a young workman, in his prime, marvellously quick in his work as compared with the ordinary, good, capable workman. On a job of bricklaying, carpentering, or other work, it was customary for the shrewd contractor to hire one or more "rushers." Nominally the "rusher" was paid regular union wages. But secretly the contractor paid him double wages, or more than double wages.
He was a rusher and ran trains close, but he was ever watchful and wide awake. In two years' time he had become chief despatcher. During these years the country, so quiet when he first went to Bloomington, had been torn by the tumult of civil strife.
That was at Meridian, Mississippi. They learned me more than an education to work. She learned me to cook. I cooked all my life. I cooked here at the Rusher Hotel till I got so old I was not able to do the work. "I do little odd jobs of work where I can find them. I 'plied for the Old Age Pension but they give me commodities and that's all. I supports my own self such as it be.
Hi! warn't that a rusher!" and the boy flung up his well arm with a whoop, as if the mere memory of that stirring moment came over him in a gust of irrepressible excitement. "Were you afraid?" I said, asking the question women often put, and receiving the answer they seldom fail to get.
But the old race horse did not intend to whoa, and on he flew as fast as his legs would carry him, up the first hill and then onward toward the turn before mentioned. "Be careful at the turn, Bob!" screamed Bert. "Be careful, or we'll go over!" "Whoa, Rusher!" repeated Bob, and pulled in on the reins with all of his might. The turn where the sand pit had been was now close at hand.
Was the cutter a new one?" "No, but I know father won't want it smashed up." Much downhearted the boys kept on walking. Bert had not wanted to race, yet he felt he was guilty for having taken part. Perhaps his father would have to pay for part of the damage done. "Maybe old Rusher ran right into town and smashed things right and left," he said to his friend.
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