Part 52 (1/2)

”Then I'd take Keith, Carter, that teamster McGlynn, and Salisbury.”

Together they went the rounds of the impromptu armouries, going carefully over the rolls, picking a man here and there. By eight o'clock the sixty, informed, equipped, and ready, were gathered at the hall. Olney dismissed all others, and set himself to drilling his picked body.

”I don't care whether you can do 'shoulder arms' or not,” he said, ”but you've got to learn simple evolutions so I can handle you. And you must learn one another's faces. Now, come on!”

At two o'clock in the morning he expressed himself as satisfied. From the stock of blankets with which the headquarters were already provided they selected, bedding, and turned in on the floor. At six o'clock Olney began to send out detachments for breakfast.

”Feed up,” he advised them. ”I don't know what this is all about, but it pays to eat well.”

By eight o'clock every man was in his place, lined up to rigid attention as Coleman entered the building.

”There they are!” said Olney proudly. ”Every man of them of good, tough courage, and you can handle them as well as any old soldiers!”

Other men came into the hall, some of them in ranks, as they had fallen in at their own company headquarters outside, others singly or in groups. Doorkeepers prevented all exit; once a man was in, he was not permitted to go out. Some of the leaders and captains, among whom were Doane, Olney, and Talbot Ward, were summoned to Coleman's room. Shortly they emerged, and circulated through the hall giving to each captain of a company detailed and explicit directions. Each was instructed as to what hour he and his command were to start; from what given point; along exactly what route; and at exactly what time he was to arrive at another given point--not a moment sooner or later. Each was ignorant as to the instructions given the others. Never was a plan better laid out for concerted action, and probably never before had such a plan been so well carried out. Each captain listened attentively, returned to head his company, thoughtful with responsibility.

Olney gave the orders to his picked, company in person. They were told to leave their muskets. Armed only with pistols, they were to make their way by different routes to the jail.

Keith, and Johnny Fairfax started out together, ”This is a mistake, as far as I am concerned,” observed Keith to his companion. ”I can't shoot a pistol. I ought to be in the rank and file, not with this picked lot.

They chose me merely because I was your friend.”

”You can make a noise, anyway,” replied Johnny, whose eyes were alight with excitement. ”I wonder what's up? This looks like business! I wouldn't miss it for a million dollars!”

Apparently the general populace had no inkling that anything was forward. The streets were much as usual except that an inordinate amount of street-corner discussion seemed to be going on; but that in view of the circ.u.mstances was normal. A broad-beamed Irish woman, under full sail alone accosted them. Her face Keith vaguely recognized, but he could not have told where he had seen it.

”I hear Mr. King, G.o.d rest him, is better,” she said. ”And what are the men going to do with that villain, Casey? If the men don't hang him, the women will!”.

A little farther Keith stopped short at sight of two men hurrying by.

”Hold on, Watkins!” he called.

The four of them drew aside a little, out of the way.

”Weren't you in the jail guard?” asked Keith.

Watkins nodded.

”How does it happen you're outside?”

”The committee sent notice that the truce was over.”

Johnny uttered an exultant yell, which he cut short shamefacedly when a dozen pa.s.sersby looked around.

LIX

It happened on this day that Nan Keith had refused an invitation to ride with Ben Sansome, but had agreed as a compromise to give him a cup of tea late in the afternoon. Nan's mood was latterly becoming more and more restless. It was an unconscious reflection of the times, unconscious because she had no real conception of what was going on. In obedience to Keith's positively expressed request she had kept away from the downtown districts, leaving the necessary marketing to Wing Sam. For the moment, as has been explained, her points of touch with society were limited. It happened that before the trouble began the Keiths had been subscribers to the Bulletin and the Herald, and these two journals continued to be delivered. Neither of them gave her much idea of what was really going on. For a moment her imagination was touched by the blank s.p.a.ce of white paper the Bulletin left where King's editorials had usually been printed, but Thomas King's subsequent violence had repelled her. The Herald, after rashly treating the ”affray” as a street brawl, lost hundreds of subscribers and most of its advertising. It shrunk to a sheet a quarter of its usual size.

Naturally, its editor, John Nugent, was the more solidly and bitterly aligned with the Law and Order party. The true importance of the revolt, either as an ethical movement or merely as regards its physical size, did not get to Nan at all. She knew the time was one of turmoils and excitements. She believed the city in danger of mobs. Her att.i.tude might be described as a mixture of fastidious disapproval and a sympathetic restlessness.

About the middle of the afternoon Mrs. Sherwood came up the front walk and rang the bell. Nan, sitting behind lace curtains, was impressed by her air of controlled excitement. Mrs. Sherwood hurried. She hurried gracefully, to be sure, and with a reminiscence of her usual feline indolence; but she hurried, nevertheless. Therefore, Nan herself answered the bell, instead of awaiting the deliberate Wing Sam.