After Ridgway's cavalier refusal to negotiate a peace treaty, Simon Harley and his body-guard walked back to the offices of the Consolidated, where they arrived at the same time as the news of the enemy's first blow since the declaration of renewed war.
Hobart was at his desk with his ear to the telephone receiver when the great financier came into the inner office of the manager.
"Yes.When? Driven out, you say? Yes--yes.Anybody hurt? Followed our men through into our tunnel? No, don't do anything till you hear from me.Send Rhys up at once.Let me know any further developments that occur."Hobart hung up the receiver and turned on his swivel-chair toward his chief."Another outrage, sir, at the hands of Ridgway.It is in regard to those veins in the Copper King that he claims.Dalton, his superintendent of the Taurus, drove a tunnel across our lateral lines and began working them, though their own judge has not yet rendered a decision in their favor.
Of course, I put a large force in them at once.To-day we tapped their workings at the twelfth level.Our foreman, Miles, has just telephoned me that Dalton turned the air pressure on our men, blew out their candles, and flung a mixture of lime and rocks at them.Several of the men are hurt, though none badly.It seems that Dalton has thrown a force into our tunnels and is holding the entrances against us at the point where the eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth levels touch the cage.It means that he will work those veins, and probably others that are acknowledged to be ours, unless we drive them out, which would probably be a difficult matter."Harley listened patiently, eyes glittering and clean-shaven lips pressed tightly against his teeth."What do you propose to do?""I haven't decided yet.If we could get any justice from the courts, an injunction ""Can't be got from Purcell.Don't waste time considering it.Fight it out yourself.Find his weakest spot, then strike hard and suddenly." Harley'slow metallic voice was crisp and commanding."His weakest spot?""Exactly.Has he no mines upon which we can retaliate?""There is the Taurus.It lies against the Copper King end to end.He drove a tunnel into some of our workings last winter.That would give a passageway to send our men through, if we decide to do so.Then there is his New York.Its workings connect with those of the Jim Hill.""Good! Send as many men through as is necessary to capture and hold both mines.Get control of the entire workings of them both, and begin taking ore out at once.Station armed guards at every point where it is necessary, and as many as are necessary.Use ten thousand men, if you need that many.But don't fail.We'll give Ridgway a dose of his own medicine, and teach him that for every pound of our ore he steals we'll take ten.""He'll get an injunction from the courts.""Let him get forty.I'll show him that his robber courts will not save him.Anyhow, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."Hobart, almost swept from his moorings by the fiery energy of his chief, braced himself to withstand the current.
"I shall have to think about that.We can't fight lawlessness with lawlessness except for selfpreservation.""Think! You do nothing but think, Mr.Hobart.You are here to act," came the scornful retort; "And what is this but self-preservation.""I am willing to recapture our workings in the Copper King.I'll lead the attack in person, sir.But as to a retaliatory attack--the facts will not justify a capture of his property because he has seized ours.""Wrong, sir.This is no time for half-way measures.I have resolved to crush this freebooter; since he has purchased your venal courts, then by the only means left us--force."Hobart rose from his seat, very pale and erect.His eyes met those of the great man unflinchingly."You realize that this may mean murder, Mr.Harley? That a clash cannot possibly be avoided if you pursue this course?""I realize that it is self-preservation," came the cold retort."There is nolaw here, none, at least, that gives us justice.We are back to savagery, dragged back by the madness of this ruffian.It is his choice, not mine.Let him abide by it.""Your intention to follow this course is irrevocable?" "Absolutely.""In that case, I must regretfully offer my resignation as manager of the Consolidated.""It is accepted, Mr.Hobart.I can't have men working under me that are not loyal, body and soul, to the hand that feeds them.No man can serve two masters, Mr.Hobart.""That is why I resign, Mr.Harley.You give me the devil's work to do.I have done enough of it.By Heaven, I will be a free man hereafter." The disgust and dissatisfaction that had been pent within him for many a month broke forth hot from the lips of this self-repressed man."It is all wrong on both sides.Two wrongs do not make a right.The system of espionage we employ over everybody both on his side and ours, the tyrannical use we make of our power, the corruption we foster in politics, our secret bargains with railroads, our evasions of law as to taxes, and in every other way that suits us: it is all wrong--all wrong.I'll be a party to it no longer.You see to what it leads--murder and anarchy.I'll be a poor man if I must, but I'll be a free and honest one at least.""You are talking wickedly and wildly, Mr.Hobart.You are criticizing God when you criticize the business conditions he has put into the world.I did not know that you were a socialist, but what you have just said explains your course," the old man reproved sadly and sanctimonious.
