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“The cops said the scabs are coming.”
“What scabs? From where?”
“Italians and Poles.”
“Then we’ll block the trolley. Maybe even get the Brotherhoods to stop the trains.”
“I’m afraid it won’t be that easy,” said Bell. “What Luke heard suggests that the company will barge them up the river from Pittsburgh.”
“That’s not possible.”
“That’s what they said.”
“Well, that just plain ain’t possible. We haven’t even begun to strike. What would give them the idea to bring scabs? How could they know our plans? We just made ’em. Now, what are you Van Dorn fellows doing here?”
Isaac Bell said, “Do you need our help?”
“What kind of help? Fighting strikebreakers? We can barely feed ourselves. How we gonna pay your fees?”
Luke said, “Pa, I asked them to help you get away.”
“I can’t go away, son. I gotta stay here. The fight is here.”
“But—”
“No buts.”
“But the Pinkertons said they’re calling up militia if you strike.”
“I hope that’s not true.”
Isaac Bell cocked his ear. He heard a strange sound and stepped out of the cave to hear better. Wish followed. “What the heck is that?”
“Sounds like music.”
It grew slightly louder, as if climbing on the vapors from far below.
“I’ll be,” said Wish. “Recognize that?”
Bell picked up the tune and sang softly.
“You can hear them sigh and wish to die,
You can see them wink the other eye
At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo.”
The source was a mystery. None of the plank-and-barrel saloons had the means to hire orchestras. It certainly was not Reilly’s upright. Bell heard violins and horns, in addition to a piano, clarinets, and a double bass. And while there was no denying there were brothels in Gleasonburg, no one had the money to support a dance hall.
“There,” he said. “Look on the water.”
A steam yacht rounded a bend in the river. It was lighted end to end by electricity, its windows and portholes casting more light than the town and the moon combined. Bell recognized the clean and graceful lines of a Herreshoff, a magnificent boat built in Rhode Island. He was too far away to see the orchestra, but he could hear the musicians finish playing “The Man Who Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo” and then jump smoothly into Joplin’s “Easy Winners.”
“I’ll bet that’s Gleason’s steam yacht. The Monongahela.”
“I wouldn’t mind being at that party,” said Wish.
“What’s that following it?” asked Bell.
