Hal forced himself to remain non-committal; he shook his head and said it was too bad, but the workers always got it in the neck, and he didn’t see what they could do about it. So they strolled back to the camp, the stranger evidently baffled, and Hal, for his part, feeling like the reader of a detective story at the end of the first chapter. Was this young man the murderer, or was he the hero? One would have to read on in the book to find out! SECTION 26. Hal kept his eye upon his new acquaintance, and perceived that he was talking with others. Before long the man tackled Old Mike; and Mike of course could not refuse an invitation to grumble, though it came from the devil himself. Hal decided that something must be done about it. He consulted his friend Jerry, who, being a radical, might have some touch-stone by which to test the stranger. Jerry sought him out at noon-time, and came back and reported that he was as much in the dark as Hal. Either the man was an agitator, seeking to “start something,” or else he was a detective sent in by the company. There was only one way to find out--which was for some one to talk freely with him, and see what happened to that person! After some hesitation, Hal decided that he would be the victim. It rewakened his love of adventure, which digging in a coal-mine had subdued in him. The mysterious stranger was a new sort of miner, digging into the souls of men; Hal would countermine him, and perhaps blow him up. He could afford the experiment better than some others--better, for example, than little Mrs. David, who had already taken the stranger into her home, and revealed to him the fact that her husband had been a member of the most revolutionary of all miners’ organisations, the South Wales Federation. So next Sunday Hal invited the stranger for another walk. The man showed reluctance--until Hal said that he wanted to talk to him. As they walked up the canyon, Hal began, “I’ve been thinking about what you said of conditions in these camps, and I’ve concluded it would be a good thing if we had a little shaking up here in North Valley.” “Is that so?” said the other. “When I first came here, I used to think the men were grouchy. But now I’ve had a chance to see for myself, and I don’t believe anybody gets a square deal. For one thing, nobody gets full weight in these mines--at least not unless he’s some favourite of the boss. I’m sure of it, for I’ve tried all sorts of experiments with my partner. We’ve loaded a car extra light, and got eighteen hundredweight, and then we’ve loaded one high and solid, so that we’d know it had twice as much in it--but all we ever got was twenty-two and twenty-three. There’s just no way you can get over that--though everybody knows those big cars can be made to hold two or three tons.” “Yes, I suppose they might,” said the other.