on bond and Hale, combining law and diplomacy, went on the bond.

Only a day or two later the mountaineers, who worked at the brick-
plant with pistols buckled around them, went on a strike and, that
night, shot out the lights and punctured the chromos in their
boarding-house. Then, armed with sticks, knives, clubs and
pistols, they took a triumphant march through town. That night two
knives and two pistols were whipped out by two of them in the same
store. One of the Ludlows promptly blew out the light and astutely
got under the counter. When the combatants scrambled outside, he
locked the door and crawled out the back window. Next morning the
brick-yard malcontents marched triumphantly again and Hale called
for volunteers to arrest them. To his disgust only Logan,
Macfarlan, the Hon. Sam Budd, and two or three others seemed
willing to go, but when the few who would go started, Hale,
leading them, looked back and the whole town seemed to be strung
out after him. Below the hill, he saw the mountaineers drawn up in
two bodies for battle and, as he led his followers towards them,
the Hoosier owner of the plant rode out at a gallop, waving his
hands and apparently beside himself with anxiety and terror.

"Don't," he shouted; "somebody'll get killed. Wait--they'll give
up." So Hale halted and the Hoosier rode back. After a short
parley he came back to Hale to say that the strikers would give
up, but when Logan started again, they broke and ran, and only
three or four were captured. The Hoosier was delirious over his
troubles and straightway closed his plant.

"See," said Hale in disgust. "We've got to do something now."