The Iron Boys as Foremen; or, Heading the Diamond Drill Shift

by Mrs. Molesworth

  CHAPTER XXII

  THE BATTLE OF THE GIANTS

  CAVARD uttered a roar and started to spring from the platform on whichhe had been sitting. In his haste he overturned the table and wentsprawling on his face with the table on top of him.

  At that moment a crowd of union men came trooping up the stairs withMike Caldert at their head.

  "Hello, what's going on here?" shouted Caldert.

  "It's Olsen."

  "Scab! Scab!" yelled the miners.

  "He's killed the boss! Down him!"

  Segunder did not appear to have heard them. His eyes were fixed on theform of the walking delegate, wriggling beneath the table. Cavardreleased himself, and, leaping to his feet, looked about for the man whohad given him the lie.

  "Where is the hound? Let me at him. He called me a liar!" shouted theleader.

  With a growl the miners surged toward the Icelander, getting between himand Cavard as they did so.

  "You scab! Where'll I hit you first?" jeered Caldert, making a viciousswing at the head of Segunder Olsen.

  That was the last conscious moment of Mike for a full half hour. Olsentook a step forward, his long arm shot out and Caldert went to the floorin a heap.

  Olsen faced the crowd, his eyes flashing as they had not done in a longtime before. With distended nostrils he quietly awaited the rush of thecrowd of miners.

  "Come on, I vait for you!" growled Olsen.

  "Sail in, fellows; we'll down the seal-eater. It was a chance blow thatlaid Mike out. Go for him!"

  The speaker made a leap for Olsen, then went tottering backward with asledge-hammer blow over his heart.

  Still another miner closed in and clinched. Segunder's fists played aterrible tattoo on the man's body, causing the assailant to totter awaygroaning.

  "Come on, you dogs!" bellowed the Icelander, the spirit of battle havingby this time taken full possession of him. "I lig you all!"

  "Slug him! Slug him all at once!" shouted a voice.

  "We can't get near enough. His arms are too long."

  Bang!

  Segunder received a blow in the side that caused him to writhe withpain. He whirled on his assailant with surprising quickness consideringthe Icelander's bulk. His ponderous fist smote the other man between theeyes, sending the fellow hurtling clear across the room.

  Attracted by the uproar, Bob Jarvis, who had come in search of Olsen,had run up the stairs. His eyes quickly took in the situation. Bob couldscarce restrain himself from rushing into the fray. But as yet thereappeared no need for him to do so. Segunder was holding his own; infact, thus far he had the better of the argument.

  The enemy backed away and consulted for a few brief seconds, then withone movement they charged the big man. Men went down like nine-pins. Thelong arms of the Icelander swung wildly but with telling effect. Thesound of the blows was heard out in the street. It seldom required morethan one blow from those ponderous fists to unfit the man on whom theyhad landed for further participation in the fight.

  "Get into him! Use a club or a knife!" howled a man.

  At this juncture Cavard, who had been watching the progress of the fightwith pale face and blazing eyes, leaped from the platform and beganforcing his way through the crowd.

  Cavard was a big and powerful man. He could hit hard and sure, as someof the men there were well aware from personal experience. Segunder sawhim coming, and a gleam of savage joy lighted up the eyes of theIcelander.

  The Russian walked more slowly as he neared his adversary. The two meneyed each other steadily. All at once the labor leader's right fist shotout with lightning-like speed. It caught Segunder on the side of thehead, spinning him about. Before he could catch his balance Cavard wasupon him.

  Instantly the two men became a whirling, tumbling tangle, arms striking,feet kicking, breath coming in quick, short gasps. First Olsen would beunder; then it would be Cavard's turn.

  The others in the room had instinctively drawn back when the battlebetween the two giants commenced.

  Cavard loosed his grip on Olsen, endeavoring to get in a telling blow,with which he hoped to put his adversary out. But before he couldstrike, Segunder's fist was jammed into his face with awful force. Thelabor leader staggered back with the blood flowing freely.

  With a growl of rage Olsen was upon him.

  The men clinched and both went to the floor. But, as they fell, Cavardhad managed to slip a revolver from his pocket. It was now his onepurpose to bring the weapon into position where he could use it.

  "Look out, Segunder--he's got a gun!" shouted Bob Jarvis.

  But the Icelander did not need the warning. He had seen the movement andhe was now struggling to get possession of the weapon before it could beturned against him. Cavard was on his back, with his cheek pressedtightly against the cheek of his opponent, the Icelander's left handpinioning Cavard's right hand and the weapon to the floor.

  With a sudden powerful upward movement of his body Cavard threw hisadversary off and leaped to his feet. In getting up, however, theRussian's weapon was knocked from his hand.

  A lithe young figure sprang through the crowd at the instant when theminers, believing their leader was seriously hurt, were making a rushfor Olsen.

  The figure was Bob Jarvis. Quick as a flash he snatched the revolverfrom the floor and sprang back again the wall.

  "Jarvis! Jarvis! Throw him out of the window. _Kill_ the scab!"

  Slowly the weapon in the hand of the Iron Boy was raised to a level withthe men's heads.

  "Stand back, every mother's son of you, or I'll make you look likenutmeg graters!" warned the boy.

  The men hesitated, then slowly fell back. They saw that the boy meantexactly what he had said.

  "This is going to be a fair fight, and somebody is going to get good andproperly pounded. There won't be any foul tactics as long as I've got agrip on this revolver," Jarvis warned the crowd.

  The combatants were at each other with a rush. Once more they clinched.The two desperate men swayed from side to side, neither seeming to beable to obtain advantage over the other.

  Suddenly the Icelander's arms seemed to relax. He pushed his adversaryfrom him, then with all the force in his powerful body, he concentratedon a swift blow.

  The blow smote the labor leader on the side of the jaw.

  Cavard struck the floor with terrific force.

  With an animal-like roar the Icelander threw himself upon the prostratebody of his antagonist. Olsen, in his terrible rage, had lost allcontrol of himself. He was slow to anger, but when once aroused he was awild animal.

  Gripping the other man's shoulders, he banged him on the hard floor withcrushing force. All at once the big, powerful fingers of the Icelanderencircled the neck of the labor leader. A look of triumph shone inOlsen's eyes.

  "Segunder!"

  It was Bob Jarvis who spoke.

  "Segunder, stop! Stop, I tell you!"

  But the man was past heeding even if he heard.

  Still keeping the others covered with his weapon, Bob Jarvis sprangforward, gripping Olsen by the shoulder.

  "Segunder! Segunder!" he shouted in the ear of his friend. "Stop! Stop,I tell you. You will kill him! You've won. Let go of him, I tell you!"

  The Icelander gazed up blankly at the boy bending over him; then heturned once more to his punishment of the man beneath him.

  Bob tugged to pull him off, but he might as well have tried to move oneof the mountains of iron on the range.

  Something must be done, and that quickly. Bob's mind worked with morerapidity than it ever had worked before.

  "I hate to do so, but I've got to do it," he muttered.

  With that he drew back and struck Olsen two swift blows on the side ofthe head. Jarvis' punch was no light thing. Olsen toppled from the bodyof his victim and rolled over on the floor.

  The miners started to pounce upon him.

  "Stand back!" shouted Bob. "I'll shoot the first man who makes
a move!"

  Olsen was struggling to get up. Bob was beside him in an instant.

  "Pull Cavard away!" commanded the lad.

  No one made a move to do so. Jarvis dragged the unconscious leader toone side, then sprang back to Olsen, who was pulling himself together.

  "Olsen! Segunder! I hit you. I had to do it, or you would have killedhim. Come with me. Come _now_! You've whipped him. He won't do any morefighting for a while, I'll wager. Come, now--that's a good fellow."

  Bob began tugging at the Icelander's arm. Olsen gave ground slowly, hiseyes fixed on the figure stretched out on the floor. The boy continuedto urge the big Icelander. A happy thought suddenly occurred to him.

  "Come Help Me Get Rush."]

  "Come help me get Rush. I think I know where he is. They've got himlocked up somewhere."

  The words acted like magic on Olsen.

  "Rush, Rush, Rush?" he questioned dully.

  "Yes, yes! I came for you. Come with me!" appealed Bob Jarvis.

  Segunder grabbed the Iron Boy, dragging him down the stairs two steps ata jump.

  "Where Rush, where Rush?" he demanded savagely as they reached thestreet.

  "I have just seen Cavard's sister. She said Steve was to have met her atthe Allison's last night, but that she had not been able to keep theappointment. After thinking it over, the young woman began to thinkthere was something strange about the affair, and she hunted me up atonce, knowing that Steve had been missing all day."

  Segunder was off, swinging into his long stride, with Bob Jarvis runningalong by his side.

  They reached the Allison home a few minutes later. Bob knocked, butthere was no response. He tried the door and found it locked.

  "Hello, in there!" shouted the lad. "I believe they are not at home.What shall we do?"

  Olsen knew what to do. He was not to be deterred by a little thing likea locked door. Backing off, he threw his whole great weight against theoffending barrier.

  The door burst in with a loud crash.