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โLook here!โ said McMurdo sternly. โIt was only last night, as you know well, that I swore good faith to our Bodymaster. Would you be asking me to break my oath?โ
โIf that is the view you take,โ said Morris sadly, โI can only say that I am sorry I gave you the trouble to come and meet me. Things have come to a bad pass when two free citizens cannot speak their thoughts to each other.โ
McMurdo, who had been watching his companion very narrowly, relaxed somewhat in his bearing. โSure I spoke for myself only,โ said he. โI am a newcomer, as you know, and I am strange to it all. It is not for me to open my mouth, Mr. Morris, and if you think well to say anything to me I am here to hear it.โ
โAnd to take it back to Boss McGinty!โ said Morris bitterly.
โIndeed, then, you do me injustice there,โ cried McMurdo. โFor myself I am loyal to the lodge, and so I tell you straight; but I would be a poor creature if I were to repeat to any other what you might say to me in confidence. It will go no further than me; though I warn you that you may get neither help nor sympathy.โ
โI have given up looking for either the one or the other,โ said Morris. โI may be putting my very life in your hands by what I say; but, bad as you areโand it seemed to me last night that you were shaping to be as bad as the worstโstill you are new to it, and your conscience cannot yet be as hardened as theirs. That was why I thought to speak with you.โ
โWell, what have you to say?โ
โIf you give me away, may a curse be on you!โ
โSure, I said I would not.โ
โI would ask you, then, when you joined the Freeman's society in Chicago and swore vows of charity and fidelity, did ever it cross your mind that you might find it would lead you to crime?โ
โIf you call it crime,โ McMurdo answered.
โCall it crime!โ cried Morris, his voice vibrating with passion. โYou have seen little of it if you can call it anything else. Was it crime last night when a man old enough to be your father was beaten till the blood dripped from his white hairs? Was that crimeโor what else would you call it?โ
โThere are some would say it was war,โ said McMurdo, โa war of two classes with all in, so that each struck as best it could.โ
โWell, did you think of such a thing when you joined the Freeman's society at Chicago?โ
โNo, I'm bound to say I did not.โ
โNor did I when I joined it at Philadelphia. It was just a benefit club and a meeting place for one's fellows. Then I heard of this placeโcurse the hour that the name first fell upon my ears!โand I came to better myself! My God! to better myself! My wife and three children came with me. I started a drygoods store on Market Square, and I prospered well. The word had gone round that I was a Freeman, and I was forced to join the local lodge, same as you did last night. I've the badge of shame on my forearm and something worse branded on my heart. I found that I was under the orders of a black villain and caught in a meshwork of crime. What could I do? Every word I said to make things better was taken as treason, same as it was last night. I can't get away; for all I have in the world is in my store. If I leave the society, I know well that it means murder to me, and God knows what to my wife and children. Oh, man, it is awfulโawful!โ He put his hands to his face, and his body shook with convulsive sobs.
McMurdo shrugged his shoulders. โYou were too soft for the job,โ said he. โYou are the wrong sort for such work.โ
โI had a conscience and a religion; but they made me a criminal among them. I was chosen for a job. If I backed down I knew well what would come to me. Maybe I'm a coward. Maybe it's the thought of my poor little woman and the children that makes me one. Anyhow I went. I guess it will haunt me forever.
โIt was a lonely house, twenty miles from here, over the range yonder. I was told off for the door, same as you were last night. They could not trust me with the job. The others went in. When they came out their hands were crimson to the wrists. As we turned away a child was screaming out of the house behind us. It was a boy of five who had seen his father murdered. I nearly fainted with the horror of it, and yet I had to keep a bold and smiling face; for well I knew that if I did not it would be out of my house that they would come next with their bloody hands and it would be my little Fred that would be screaming for his father.
โBut I was a criminal then, part sharer in a murder, lost forever in this world, and lost also in the next. I am a good Catholic; but the priest would have no word with me when he heard I was a Scowrer, and I am excommunicated from my faith. That's how it stands with me. And I see you going down the same road, and I ask you what the end is to be. Are you ready to be a cold-blooded murderer also, or can we do anything to stop it?โ
โWhat would you do?โ asked McMurdo abruptly. โYou would not inform?โ
โGod forbid!โ cried Morris. โSure, the very thought would cost me my life.โ
โThat's well,โ said McMurdo. โI'm thinking that you are a weak man and that you make too much of the matter.โ
โToo much! Wait till you have lived here longer. Look down the valley! See the cloud of a hundred chimneys that overshadows it! I tell you that the cloud of murder hangs thicker and lower than that over the heads of the people. It is the Valley of Fear, the Valley of Death. The terror is in the hearts of the people from the dusk to the dawn. Wait, young man, and you will learn for yourself.โ
โWell, I'll let you know what I think when I have seen more,โ said McMurdo carelessly. โWhat is very clear is that you are not the man for the place, and that the sooner you sell outโif you only get a dime a dollar for what the business is worthโthe better it will be for you. What you have said is safe with me; but, by Gar! if I thought you were an informerโโ
โNo, no!โ cried Morris piteously.
โWell, let it rest at that. I'll bear what you have said in mind, and maybe some day I'll come back to it. I expect you meant kindly by speaking to me like this. Now I'll be getting home.โ
โOne word before you go,โ said Morris. โWe may have been seen together. They may want to know what we have spoken about.โ
โAh! that's well thought of.โ
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