massacre.”
“That’s a chance we’ll have to take,” Higgins fired back. His jaw set, his spine stiffened, and Isaac Bell saw that the mild-mannered union man had made up his mind to fight a fight he shouldn’t — a pitched battle with strikebreaking thugs and company police backed up by state militia.
Overriding his own better judgment and ignoring Joseph Van Dorn’s direct orders, the young detective said, “I know a better way.”
“What way?”
“Black Jack Gleason’s way.”
35
Me and Mack is too old for the boss to fire,” said Wally Kisley. “Even for backing you in a stunt like you’re proposing. And Joe Van Dorn won’t fire Archie, he’s just a dumb apprentice— No offense, Archie.”
“None taken. My classics professor at Princeton expressed a similar opinion in heroic hexameter.”
“But you, Isaac, you’re just starting out. You can’t afford to be fired— I know you’re rich, and
Isaac Bell rose to his full height, bumping his hat on the low wooden ceiling of the workboat cabin. The others were hunched over a galley table that was covered with oilcloth. A cookstove smelled of grease and coffee. It was dark outside. The porthole was open to the pungent odors of the river and coal smoke.
“I appreciate the thought, Wally. And you, Mack. But this ‘stunt’ is the right thing to do. I can only hope Mr. Van Dorn will see it’s right, too.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that.”
“I’m not betting on it. I’m taking my chances.”
Archie ventured a sunnier scenario. “Maybe Mr. Van Dorn will regard moving all those families into the safety of the city as a humanitarian act.”
“Maybe President Roosevelt will give the coal mines to the miners,” Mack Fulton said.
“And while he’s at it,” Wally added, “declare the United States Socialist Republic of the Big Rock Candy Mountain.”
“We’re agreed,” said Bell. “Jim, how many towboat pilots did you round up?”
“I’ve got five committed.”
Bell multiplied boats and barges in his head. He had hoped for more boats so the barges would not be too big and unwieldy. Five towboats pushing twenty barges apiece, one hundred people in each barge, crammed in tighter than sardines. Ten thousand people, if they all made it aboard before the Pinkertons noticed. God help them if any sank. “What about engineers?”
“Towboat engineers are like hermit crabs. They never leave the boat.”
“Deckhands?”
“A few, plus as many miners as we slip out of the camp.”
“Pretending to be deckhands,” growled Mack Fulton.
“They’re no strangers to hard work,” said Jim Higgins. “And they’ve spent their lives wrestling things heavier than they are.”
“They’ll do,” said Bell, knowing they would have to.
Wally and Mack exhaled loud stage sighs. “O.K., Isaac,” said Mack. “When do we do it?”
Isaac Bell looked at Jim Higgins.
Jim Higgins said, “The pilots predict another black fog tonight.”
“Tonight,” said Isaac Bell. “We move them tonight.”
“Cheese it!” hissed Wally Kisley. “The cops.”
It was not, of course, the Pittsburgh police, or even the Coal and Iron Police, but Mary Higgins, who the Protective Services boys had warned was heading their way. She stormed into the workboat’s cabin with color high in her cheeks. She glared at her brother, the others, and Bell.
“Where are the men who were here?”
“They left town for their health,” said Mack Fulton.
“Taking the waters at the Greenbrier,” said Wally.
“What are you doing here?” she shouted, turning all her fury on Bell.
“We are borrowing your barges,” he said. “And you’re lucky we found out instead of the police or the Pinkertons or the militia.”
“Are you asking me to be grateful?”
“You can thank us by staying out of our way.”
She whirled on her brother. “Did you tell him?”
“I only confirmed what they figured out on their own.”
“Why?”
“So you don’t get killed or thrown in prison.”
“Go to hell, brother. You, too, Isaac Bell.”
Isaac Bell followed Mary out on deck. She was staring at the fogbound river, blinking back tears. “You ruined it.”
“Mary?”
“Leave me be.”
“Good will come of what you did. These barges will save the miners’ march and save lives.”
“How?”
“Your brother has the idea to move their tents to the Amalgamated Coal Terminal. The hope is, we can transport the miners and their families in these barges. Once there, he thinks, they will hold a safer and stronger position.”
“Do you believe that?” she asked.
“I believe that at this moment their position could not be worse.”
Mary nodded and said quietly, “I saw the trolley park this afternoon. They can’t stay there… Was it true what my brother said?”
“Jim did not betray you. He only confirmed what I guessed.”
“You’re quite the clever guesser, Isaac Bell.”
“It was quite guessable,” Bell replied. “There’s no reason to sink a hundred barges in the channel other than to block the shipment of coal.”
“But how did you know I intended to sink them?”
“I shadowed you, Mary. I followed you here. To this boat. I listened to you argue with those men.”
“But I looked behind me. I made sure I wasn’t followed. The Pinkertons are everywhere.”
Bell smiled and said gently, “I told you Van Dorns are different.”
“Sneakier?” she asked with the faintest of smiles back.
Bell took her hands, and when she did not resist he said, “Mary, you once told me that knowing what is right is not enough. If you know what’s right, you have to do right.”
“Who are you to judge what’s right?”
“I have eyes and I have ears. The marchers are stranded. Your brother was so discouraged that he was willing to fight their way out of McKeesport. It would be a bloodbath. These barges — your barges — can save them. We couldn’t even try this if you hadn’t gathered them all here.” He pointed out in the dark where the barges carpeted the river. “But I have to tell you that this is a far, far better use than what you intended.”
Mary Higgins turned to Bell again. “I hate to give it up. Hate to lose it. It was a good scheme, wasn’t it?”
