Part 13 (1/2)

”Is that the blood o' yer race speaking?”

”No, it's the common sense up here,” declared the commander, tapping his knuckles against the side of his head. ”Look, here, Mulcahy, my man!

You're spouting about a subject that's too big for me to understand or you to explain. And that's why you're muddling yourself and mixing up the minds of others with your questions. I ask you no questions. I'm going to tell you something--and it's so! If the kids in your family was down with the measles, and the missus was all snarled up with the tickdoolooroo and you wasn't feeling none too well yourself, what with a hold-over, a black eye, and a lot o' b.u.mps, what would you--Hold on! I say, I ask no questions! I know the answer. If Tommy O'Rourke came howling and whooping into your back door and asked you to go out and s.h.i.+n up a tree and fetch down his tomcat, ye'd tell Tommy to bounce along and mind his own matters till ye'd settled your own--and if he didn't go you'd kick him out.”

”I'm discussing th' rights and wrongs of a suffering people.”

”And playing safe for yourself because the subject is so big--and putting others in wrong because they can't settle all the troubles of the universe offhand to suit ye! My family is America, Mulcahy! It ought to be yours, first, last, and all the time. But we've got our own aches to mind, right now! And the way I'm putting it, a plain man can understand. If the tomcat don't know enough to come down all by himself, leave him be up there till the doctor tells us we can be out and about.”

Weisner put his demand again and Mulcahy made the affair a vociferous duet; other men were on their feet, shouting. But a top sergeant has a voice of his own and a manner to go with the voice: Lanigan yelled the chorus into silence.

While he was engaged in this undertaking a diversion at the door a.s.sisted him. The crowd parted. Men shouted, pleading, ”Make way for the mayor!”

Morrison came up the aisle toward the platform, Blanchard at his heels.

There were cheers--plenty of them!

But sibilantly, steadily, ominously the derogatory hisses were threaded with the frank clamor of welcome; hisses whose sources were concealed.

The mayor ran up the steps of the platform and marched to Lanigan, doffing the silk hat and extending his hand cordially.

With his forearm the commander scrubbed off the sweat that was streaming down into his eyes. ”It's been like hauling a seventy-five into action with mules, Your Honor! For the love o' Mike, shoot!”

The hisses continued along with the applause when Stewart faced the throng.

Lanigan leaped off the platform, not bothering with the stairs. ”I'm going to wade through this gra.s.s,” he yelped. ”G.o.d pity the rattlesnake I locate!”

A shrill voice from somewhere dared to taunt, ”Pipe the dude!”

Morrison smiled. He had unb.u.t.toned his top-coat, and his evening garb, in that congress of the rough and ready, made him as conspicuous as a bird of paradise in a rookery. ”I seem to be double-crossed by my scenic effects, Blanchard,” he stated in an aside to the magnate, who had stepped upon the platform because that elevation seemed safer than a position on the floor.

”We must fix that! Furthermore, it's hot up here!” He pulled off his top-coat. He realized that the full display of his formal dress only aggravated the situation. In St. Ronan's mill he mingled with men in his s.h.i.+rt-sleeves. He turned and saw Nicolai Krylovensky in the chair where Lanigan had thrust him. There was no other chair on the platform. Stewart hastily laid the coat across the alien's knees. ”Keep 'em out of the dirt for me, will you, brother? I'm notional about good cloth!” He pushed his silk hat into the man's hand and then he stripped off the claw-hammer and white waistcoat, piled them upon the overcoat; and whirled to face his audience.

All eyes were engaged with the mayor.

Krylovensky, un.o.bserved, let the garments slip to the floor and dropped the hat.

”Now, boys, we'll get down to business together in an understanding way!

What's it all about?” Stewart invited, cheerily.

”Just a minute!” cried Lanigan, heading off all the possibilities that were threatening by a general powwow. ”I've just been up against the bunch here, Mister Mayor, and they're trying to turn it into a congress-of-nations debate, and it ain't nothing of the kind. And I know you're in a hurry, and we don't expect a speech!”

”You won't get one!” retorted the mayor, tartly. ”I have dropped down here merely in a business way to find out what's wanted of me as the executive head of this city.”

”Your Honor, I have been preaching the notion of telling the truth to-night, and I'm going to come across with something about myself,”

confessed Lanigan, manfully. ”I've gone off half c.o.c.ked twice to-day. I've been thinking it over and I realize it. In your office I grabbed in on a word or two you said and took it for granted that you were going to lift the whole load of the people's case up at the State House and stop anything being put over on the people, whatever it is the Big Boys are planning. But you didn't promise me to do it.”

”I did not, Joe!”

”And I've been telling this gang that you did promise me and that I'd get you down here to back up my word. I don't ask you to back up my lie.