Part 14 (1/2)
”Well, you get paid for it,” answered Luna, doggedly.
”Oh, that isn't all,” Morrison interrupted, impatiently. ”I just give you this as one example. I can bring up a thousand. You know them as well as I do. There's no use going over the whole wash.” There was no reply. Morrison went on, ”There's no use saying anything about short time, either. You keep your own time; but what does that amount to? You take what the company gives you. Of course, the law will take your time before the company's; but what does that amount to? Just this: You're two or three dollars shy on your time. You go to law about it, and you'll get your two or three dollars; but it will cost you ten times as much; besides, you'll be blacklisted.”
It may appear that Morrison was training an able-bodied Gatling on a very small corporal's guard, and so wasting his ammunition. The fact is, Morrison was an active dynamo to which Luna, as an exhausted battery, was temporarily attached. Mr. Morrison felt very sure that if Luna were properly charged he would increase to a very large extent the radius of dynamic activity.
Inwardly Pierre was growing a little restless over Morrison's zeal. It was perfectly true that in the matter of paying the men the company was enforcing an arbitrary rule that practically discounted by a small per cent. the men's wages; but the men had never objected. Understanding the reason, they had never even considered it an injustice. There was no bank at Pandora, and it was not a very safe proceeding for a company, even, to carry a large amount of cash. Besides, the men knew very well that the discount did not benefit the company in the least. An enforcement of the law would interfere with Pierre's business. If Pierre found no b.u.t.ter on one side of his toast, he was accustomed to turn it over and examine the other side before he made a row. Recalling the fact that last impressions are the strongest, he proceeded to take a hand himself. He turned blandly to Luna.
”How long you bin work in ze mill?” he asked.
”About a year.”
”You get ze check every month?”
”Why, yes; of course.”
”How much he bin discount?”
”Nothing.”
”_Bien!_ You mek ze kick for noddings?”
”I don't know about that,” remarked Luna. ”The way I size it up, that's about all that's coming my way. It's kick or nothing.”
There was a knock at the door.
”Come in,” called Morrison.
The door swung open, and the mine foreman entered.
”Why, howdy, Jim? You're just the fellow we've been waiting for. How's things at the mine?”
”d.a.m.ned if I know!” replied Jim, tossing his hat on the floor. ”The old man's in the mix-up, so I don't know how much I'm supposed to know.”
”What are you supposed to know?” Morrison was asking leading questions.
”Well, for one thing, I'm supposed to know when a man's doing a day's work.”
”Well, don't you?”
”Not according to the old man. He snoops around and tells me that this fellow's s.h.i.+rking, and to push him up; that that fellow's not timbering right, doesn't know his business, that I'd better fire him; that the gang driving on Four are soldiering, that I'd better contract it.”
”Contract it, eh?”
”Yes.”
”Did you?”
”I had to!”
”How are the contractors making out?”