Down the Slope. Otis James

this morning as if nothing had happened. Where can you remain in hiding for a few days?"

      "I don't know, sir, unless I leave town."

      "That will not do, for I may wish to talk with you again."

      "He can come with me," Fred said quickly. "We do not know any one here, and there's no danger of his being discovered."

      "It's a good idea. Go with the boy, Brace, and I can let you know when it will be safe to venture out."

      "Very well, sir; but don't deal harshly with Billings' crowd. They've tried to do me the most harm one man can work another; but yet, for the sake of their wives an' children, I'd not feel easy in mind if they was turned away without warning."

      "I promise to be as lenient as is consistent with the safety of others," Mr. Wright replied, as Fred and the miner left the slope, walking rapidly lest they should be observed, and a few moments later Mrs. Byram was clasping to her bosom the son whom she had feared was lost to her forever on this earth.

      It was not long that Fred could remain at home. He had promised to go to the breaker, and after he and Brace partook of a hearty meal, at the conclusion of which the latter was shown to a room where there was no chance of his being seen, he started out, with the promise to his mother that he would be very careful.

      By some channel of information the news had been spread that the missing boy returned home during the night, and no one paid any particular attention to him as he walked down the street, but on entering the breaker Skip Miller and his friends were decidedly disturbed. The leader of the regulators glanced from Fred to Donovan, as if expecting he would be called upon to give an account of his misdeeds; but Chunky, who had evidently not been let into the secret, greeted his mate as if the latter's return was something he had expected.

      "Where was you last night?" he asked.

      "I went out near the old shaft," Fred replied, and Skip, who overheard the words, appeared to be very much relieved.

      "I thought you'd run away."

      "Why should I do anything like that?"

      "I dunno, 'cept that you wanted to get clear of the thumpin' that the regulators promised."

      "I'm not such a fool as that," Fred replied carelessly, and then the outpouring of coal put an end to further conversation.

      CHAPTER V

      THE MOB

      Fred could not prevent himself from glancing now and then in the direction of Skip Miller and his friends during the forenoon, and on each occasion he found one or more of the party gazing at him as if in wonderment. They failed to understand how he succeeded in leaving the shaft, and this surprise was less than that called forth by the fact of his remaining silent regarding their ill-treatment.

      One, two, three hours passed much as usual, and then something happened which caused the oldest worker in the mines unbounded astonishment.

      The machinery suddenly stopped, and from all the bosses came the orders that every laborer should return home without delay.

      No explanations were given, and when the vast army were on the outside they stood in groups around the works discussing the cause of this very strange state of affairs.

      "I never knew anything like this to happen at Farley's before," an old miner said.

      "And they don't even tell us why we are cheated out of a day's work."

      "The engineer says there is nothing the matter with the machinery."

      "Yes, an' he, like us, has been ordered to go home."

      These and a dozen other remarks Fred heard as he left the breaker, and while loitering for an instant to learn if any one suspected the true state of affairs he became conscious that Skip and his friends were regarding him with mingled anger and consternation written on their faces.

      "You'd better get out of here, or there may be trouble," Chunky whispered.

      "Why?"

      "'Cause Skip has got plenty of time now to serve you out, an' he looks like somethin' was goin' to be done."

      "He'd better not try any more games. I can take care of myself in the daylight."

      "What do you mean? Did he do somethin' last night?"

      Before Fred could reply the captain of the regulators came up, and Chunky lost no time in moving away from this very important personage.

      "Say," Skip began, as he stepped threateningly in front of Fred, "what's the meanin' of all this?"

      "Do you mean the shutting down of the machinery?"

      "Of course I do."

      "Why should I know anything about it?"

      "Don't try to play off innocent to me. You've been blowin' about what the regulators did, an' that's why all hands can suck their thumbs to-day."

      "Don't you think that is a foolish idea?" Fred asked, with a feeble effort at a smile. "Do you fancy you, the regulators, or I, are so important that the whole force is laid off because of anything which may have happened between us?"

      Skip was staggered by this reply, and after thinking the matter over for a moment, he said in a surly tone:

      "All I've got to say is that things will be too hot for you in this town, if a word is told about what was done last night."

      "You said pretty near the same before throwing me down the shaft."

      "Well, I'm sayin' it again, for it stands you in hand to remember it."

      "I won't forget."

      Skip turned quickly as if the tone offended him, and after glaring fiercely at the breaker boy, walked slowly toward his friends.

      "What's in the wind now? Is he making any more threats?"

      Looking around quickly Fred saw Sam Thorpe, who had just come up the slope with Bill Thomas.

      "Skip is afraid the shutting down has some connection with the doings of the regulators. Isn't it queer to stop the machinery so soon when Mr. Wright was anxious to keep everything a secret?"

      "I heard him say that the pumps were out of order. One set got choked this morning, and it wouldn't be safe for the miners to stay in the lower level till they were repaired."

      Sam winked meaningly as if he thought the matter had been arranged very skillfully; but Fred was yet at a loss to understand how anything could be gained by this move.

      "Why were all hands thrown out?"

      "There are some general repairs to be made, and it was better to do the whole at the same time."

      "Then there's no reason why Brace should hide any longer."

      "He mustn't so much as show his nose. Come over by the slope and watch Billings and his crowd. They are in a peck of trouble, expecting that Brace will be found, and since no one is allowed to enter the mine matters begin to look tough for them."

      Fred followed his friend and saw those who had intended to cause a terrible disaster clustered around the mouth of the slope in a feverish state of excitement.

      "This is a nice way to treat honest men," Billings was saying as the two approached. "We work for starvation wages, an' then get laid off whenever the bosses like, without so much as a notice. It's time we did something to show we're men."

      "I'm told the pumps are choked," an old miner said, "an' if that's the case Mr. Wright oughter shut down. Farley's never has had a very good name; but one or two stoppages like this'll show it's worked on the square."

      "What a fool you are!" Billings cried angrily. "Haven't you got sense enough to see that this thing has been done so's we'll run deeper in debt at the store, an' have to submit to a cut down when Wright gets ready to put the screws on?"

      Several of the bystanders loudly expressed their belief in the correctness of Billings' theory, and instantly the greatest excitement prevailed. The group increased in numbers each moment, and Billings took upon himself the office of spokesman.

      One proposed they march