“I work five days in the Southeastern,” said Mike, “and when I work them five days, so help me God, brother, if I don’t get up out of this chair, fifteen cents I was still in the hole yet. Fourteen inches of rock! And the Mr. Bishop--that is the superintendent--I says, ‘Do you pay something for that rock?’ ‘Huh?’ says he. ‘Well,’ I says, ‘if you don’t pay nothing for the rock, I don’t go ahead with it. I ain’t got no place to put that rock.’ ‘Get the hell out of here,’ says he, and when I started to fight he pull gun on me. And then I go to Cedar Mountain, and the super give me work there, and he says, ‘You go Number Four,’ and he says, ‘Rail is in Number Three, and the ties.’ And he says, ‘I pay you for it when you put it in.’ So I take it away and I put it in, and I work till twelve o’clock. Carried the three pair of rails and the ties, and I pulled all the spikes--” “Pulled the spikes?” asked Hal. “Got no good spikes. Got to use old spikes, what you pull out of them old ties. So then I says, ‘What is my half day, what you promise me?’ Says he, ‘You ain’t dug no coal yet!’ ‘But, mister,’ says I, ‘you promise me pay to pull them spikes and put in them ties!’ Says he, ‘Company pay nothin’ for dead work--you know that,’ says he, and that is all the satisfaction I get.” “And you didn’t get your half day’s pay?” “Sure I get nothin’. Boss do just as he please in coal mine.” SECTION 16. There was another way, Old Mike explained, in which the miner was at the mercy of others; this was the matter of stealing cars. Each miner had brass checks with his number on them, and when he sent up a loaded car, he hung one of these checks on a hook inside. In the course of the long journey to the tipple, some one would change the check, and the car was gone. In some mines, the number was put on the car with chalk; and how easy it was for some one to rub it out and change it! It appeared to Hal that it would have been a simple matter to put a number padlock on the car, instead of a check; but such an equipment would have cost the company one or two hundred dollars, he was told, and so the stealing went on year after year. “You think it’s the bosses steal these cars?” asked Hal.