“So you saved the old gentleman,” said Big Kennedy, as he came towards me. “Gratitude, I s'pose, because he stood pal to you ag'inst Sheeny Joe that time. Gratitude! You'll get over that in time,” and Big Kennedy wore a pitying look as one who dwells upon another's weakness. “That was Jimmy the Blacksmith you smashed. You'd better look out for him after this.” My dander was still on end, and I intimated a readiness to look out for Jimmy the Blacksmith at once. “Mind your back now!” cautioned Big Kennedy, “and don't take to gettin' it up. Let things go as they lay. Never fight till you have to, d'ye see! an' never fight for fun. Don't go lookin' for th' Blacksmith until you hear he's out lookin' for you.” Then, as shifting the subject: “It's been a great day, an' everything to run off as smooth an' true as sayin' mass. Now let's go back and watch'em count the votes.” “Did we beat them?” I asked. “Snowed'em under!” said Big Kennedy. CHAPTER VI--THE RED JACKET ASSOCIATION BIG KENNEDY'S success at the election served to tighten the rivets of his rule. It was now I looked to see him ferret forth and punish those renegades who had wrought against him in the dark. To my amazement he engaged himself in no such retaliatory labor. On the contrary he smiled on all about him like the sun at noon. Was it folly or want of heart that tied his hands? Assuredly it was error, and this I submitted to Old Mike. That veteran of policy disagreed with this, meanwhile beaming upon me in a way of fatherly cunning. “Jawn knows his business,” said Old Mike. “Thim people didn't rebel, they sold out. That's over with an' gone by. Everybody'll sell ye out if he gets enough; that's a rishk ye have to take. There's that Limerick man, Gaffney, however; ye'll see something happen to Gaffney. He's one of thim patent-leather Micks an' puts on airs. He's schemin' to tur-rn Jawn down an' take th' wa-ard. Ye'll see something happen to that Limerick man, Gaffney.” Gaffney made his money with flour and horse feed and hay and similar goods. Also, as Old Mike said, Gaffney was ambitious. It was within the week, when a midnight shower of stones smashed sash and glass and laid waste that offensive merchant's place of business. Gaffney restored his sash and glass only to invite a second midnight storm of stones. Three times were Gaffney's windows smashed by hands unknown; and no police officer would go within two blocks of Gaffney's. In the end, Gaffney came to Big Kennedy. The latter met him with a hectoring laugh. “Why do you come to me?” asked Big Kennedy. “Somebody's been trying to smash the windows of my leadership for over a year, but I never went howling about it to you.” Gaffney showed not a little shaken. He asked, in a manner sullen yet beaten, what he should do. “I'd get out of th' ward,” replied Big Kennedy as cool as ice. “Somebody's got it in for you. Now a man that'll throw a brick will light a match, d'ye see, an' a feed store would burn like a tar barrel.”