Ridgway put down his napkin. "Probably some one to see me."
He had risen to his feet when the maid opened the door of the dining-room.
"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.
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