“A gentleman to see Mr. Ridgway. He says it is very important.” From the dining-room they could hear the murmur of quick voices, and soon Ridgway returned. He was a transformed man. His eyes were hard as diamonds, and there was the bulldog look of the fighter about his mouth and chin. “What is it, Waring?” cried Virginia. “Trouble in the mines. An hour ago Harley’s men rushed the Taurus and the New York, and drove my men out. One of my shift-foremen and two of his drillers were killed by an explosion set off by Mike Donleavy, a foreman in the Copper King.” “Did they mean to kill them?” asked the girl whitely. “I suppose not. But they took the chance. It’s murder just the same—by Jove, it’s a club with which to beat the legislators into line.” He stopped, his brain busy solving the problem as to how he might best turn this development to his own advantage. Part of his equipment was his ability to decide swiftly and surely issues as they came to him. Now he strode to the telephone and began massing his forces. “Main 234—Yes—Yes—This the Sun?—Give me Brayton—Hello, Brayton. Get out a special edition at once charging Harley with murder. Run the word as a red headline clear across the page. Show that Vance Edwards and the other boys were killed while on duty by an attack ordered by Harley. Point out that this is the logical result of his course. Don’t mince words. Give it him right from the shoulder. Rush it, and be sure a copy of the paper is on the desk of every legislator before the session opens this morning. Have a reliable man there to see that every man gets one. Scatter the paper broadcast among the miners, too. This is important.” He hung up the receiver, took it down again, and called up Eaton. “Hello! This you, Steve? Send for Trelawney and Straus right away. Get them to call a mass meeting of the unions for ten o’clock at the courthouse square. Have dodgers printed and distributed announcing it. Shut down all our mines so that the men can come. I want Straus and Trelawney and two or three of the other prominent labor leaders to denounce Harley and lay the responsibility for this thing right at his door. I’ll be up there and outline what they had better say.” He turned briskly round to the young women, his eyes shining with a hard bright light. “I’m sorry, but I have got to cut out breakfast this morning. Business is piling up on me too fast. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go now.” “What are you going to do?” asked Virginia. “I haven’t time to tell you now. Just watch my smoke,” he laughed without mirth.