Foley's heart leaped to see the wrathful color flame in the white cheek of the suave and collected Mr. Baxter--to see the white shapely hands twitch. "Yes, made youse!" And he went on with his grim pleasure. "Youse're doin' twice the business youse were three years ago. Why did youse get the contracts for the Atwell building and the Sewanee Hotel--the two jobs that put youse at the head o' things in New York? Because Driscoll, Bobbs, an' some o' the others had failed to get the jobs they were workin' on done in contract time. An' why didn't they get done on time? Because youse didn't want 'em to get through on time. I saw that they got bum men, who made mistakes,--an' I give 'em their bellyful o' strikes." "You didn't do these things out of love for me," Mr. Baxter put in meaningly. He was getting himself in hand again. "Sure, I didn't,--not any more'n youse told me about Keating for love o' me." Foley went on. "The men who want buildings put up have found youse get through on time, an' the others don't--so youse get the business. Why do youse get through on time? Because I see youse get the fastest men in the union. An' because I see youse don't have any labor trouble." "Neither of which you do solely for love." "Sure not. Now don't youse say again I haven't made youse. An' don't give me that hot air about bein' friendly to the union. Three years ago youse seen clearer than the others that youse bosses was bound to lose the strike. Youse'd been fightin' the union till then, an' not makin' any more'n the rest o' the bosses. So youse tried a new game. Youse led the other bosses round to give in, an' got the credit o' bein' a friend o' the union. I know how much youse like the union!" "Pardon me if I fail to see the purpose of all this retrospection," said Mr. Baxter sarcastically. "I just wanted to remind youse that I'm on to youse from hair to toenails--that's all," Foley answered calmly. "I think it would be wiser to confine our conversation to the matter in hand," said Mr. Baxter coldly. "Mr. Keating said he was certain to beat you. What chance does he have of being elected?" "The same as youse." "And a strike,--how about that?" "It follows if I'm elected, don't it, there'll not be any strike." "That's according to our agreement," said Mr. Baxter. "No," said Foley, as he rose, "Keating ain't goin' to trouble youse much." A hard look came over his face. "Nor me." Chapter VI IN WHICH FOLEY PLAYS WITH TWO MICE