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.
No sooner did the news of the tragedy reach Simon Harley than he knew the
mistake of his subordinates would be a costly one. The foreman, Donleavy,
who had directed the attack on the Taurus, had to be brought from the
shafthouse under the protection of a score of Pinkerton detectives to
safeguard him from the swift vengeance of the miners, who needed but a word
to fling themselves against the cordon of police. Harley himself kept his
apartments, the hotel being heavily patrolled by guards on the lookout for
suspicious characters. The current of public opinion, never in his favor,
now ran swiftly against him, and threats were made openly by the infuriated
miners to kill him on sight.
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