Mine No. 3, on the hillside.

Riley manager and overseer hid in their office.

An hour ago, it was a mess outside, with gunshots and screams.

But with the sound of horses' hooves and a muffled shout, the direction of the quarters soon fell silent.

"You're going to see it again!" Riley stabbed the Overseer in the ass with the barrel of his gun.

"Head, I'm not going!" The overseer's voice was crying, "Also, can you put the gun down first, I'm afraid you'll go off." ”

"No! Just go! Riley yelled, "They gave us an excuse to hire a security company!" ”

"But if too many Chinese workers die, we have to find a way to find other places."

The overseer was forced to leave the hut again.

He cautiously climbed the hill and looked down.

There was silence.

The Chinese workers were methodically tidying up around their houses, the blood stains and corpses on the ground had been disposed of.

If it weren't for the fact that the wooden bridge over the river had been blown in two, the overseer would have felt as if nothing had happened.

On top of that, he vaguely saw that Well No. 6 on the other side of the river seemed to have resumed production.

"What's the situation?"

Seeing the overseer standing on the hillside in a daze, Riley also stepped out.

"Like, it's okay." The overseer touched his nose, "Should we call for backup?" ”

"What is the support after the resumption of production?" Riley crossed his waist and looked down the hillside.

"But someone seems to be dead." The overseer scratched his head.

"If you die, you will die, what month will no one die in the coal mine?" Riley walked down the hill, "I'm going to take a telegram to the headquarters and report the situation." ”

He took two steps, remembered something, and came back: "By the way, hurry up to the Chinese workers, let them come back to work quickly!" ”

The overseer saw Riley leave and went to the Chinese workers' quarters himself.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Back to work! ”

The overseer shouted at the Chinese workers who were standing outside the room.

However, the Chinese workers all looked at him with a very strange look, and then went on to do their own thing.

The overseer thought it was a little strange.

He shouted the same words again in Chinese, which he was not very proficient in.

Still no one paid attention to him.

The Overseer was dumbfounded.

Although these Chinese workers are so wooden and silent on weekdays, as long as they let them work, these people are still very obedient.

But why do they suddenly seem to be unable to understand their own words today?

Wrong.

"What about Liao Dabai? Where did Liao Dabai go? ”

The overseer shouted as he rushed into the house where Liao Dabai usually lived.

Liao Dabai is in the house.

He was in the back room, standing beside the bed, as if he was bending over to collect something.

"Liao! What's going on with your people today? Why not go back to work? I've been shouting outside for a long time, and no one pays attention to me, don't you want a job? ”

The overseer asked angrily.

Liao Dabai stopped what he was doing, turned around, and still looked so low-eyed:

"Sir, we were attacked by white miners in the morning."

"Well, I know, the mine will take care of it. Hurry up and get back to work! ”

The overseer urged impatiently.

But Liao Dabai stood there very respectfully, but his body didn't move.

"I'll allow the injured to rest in the room while the others go back to work, that's enough, right?"

The overseer didn't expect that he didn't dare to put one more fart on weekdays, and Liao Dabai also learned to bargain, so he had to make a "concession".

Liao Dabai still didn't move, he spread his hands.

"Sir, those of mine may not be very willing to listen to me now, and"

He wanted to speak, but he stopped.

The overseer walked over to Liao Dabai's side.

He saw a few simple pieces of clothing and a small package on the bed.

"You're ready to run?" The overseer looked at Liao Dabai with a puzzled expression.

"Well, not necessarily, probably, depending on the outcome of the strike." Liao Dabai is not very good at lying, telling the truth.

Strike?

Chinese trade unions on strike?!

The Overseer's eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.

He couldn't believe that this word could come out of Liao Dabai's mouth at all.

"Okay, you're amazing! Don't go back to work! Don't run, either! ”

The overseer said a cruel word, walked out of the room quickly, and walked in the direction of the No. 3 mine.

Hanks was worried.

He craned his neck to look across the river.

Hawley didn't take anyone with him.

He went single-handedly to the Chinese settlements.

Departure in the morning has not yet been heard from any news.

Some white miners are ready to go back to work honestly.

Hanks saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

If this opening is opened, it will be difficult to bring the workers together later.

He walked anxiously up and down the river.

He was about to plow a furrow out of the mud under his feet.

Every few times he walked back and forth, he would look up at the other side of the river, or look in the other direction.

If Hawley had taken a detour, he would have come back in that direction.

"Mr. Hanks! You see, what is that? A knight officer next to him suddenly shouted.

Hanks hurriedly looked up and looked in the direction the officer was pointing.

On the surface of the Bate River, a dozen or so small wooden boats suddenly appeared, floating from the direction of the upper reaches.

The people on board were fishermen from nearby villages.

They paddled and parked the boat on the other side of the river.

A black man jumped out of one of the boats, said something to the fishermen, and walked toward the Chinese quarters.

After a while, Hawley, who had made him so much concerned, and dozens of white miners appeared on the outskirts of the Chinese ghetto.

The miners were disarmed, looking a little embarrassed.

They were joined by the madman who had been standing on the roof and a dozen or so heavily armed Chinese militiamen.

At this time, the madman was talking and laughing with Hawley, and the miners were following them, and they did not dare to come out.

The crowd came to the bank of the river.

The white miners got on board in batches.

Chen Jianqiu shook hands with Holly cordially, watched them leave by boat, and said goodbye to them with a smile.

Fishing boats ferried Holly and them across the river.

Hanks hurriedly walked up with the officers.

"I've brought it back to you." Hawley gestured to the Swedish miners behind him.

"You've done me a great favor!" Hanks couldn't wait to go up and hug Holly and kiss him.

Hawley waved his hand at Hanks and said a little tiredly:

"It's all for the Knights of Labor, as it should be."

"How did you get them back?" Hanks asked eagerly, "They didn't hurt you, did they?" ”

"Do you think we look like we're hurt?" Hawley spun around in front of Hanks.

He briefly described to him the whole process of the next negotiation.

The scene is very "dangerous".

When Hawley entered the Chinese workers' quarters, he was surrounded by heavily armed Chinese along with the miners' captives.

The Chinese on the opposite side are also organized.

The leader is the madman.

He asks Hawley why he is also a worker, and why the Knights of Labor would be so vicious against Chinese workers.

Mr. Hawley faced the muzzle of the gun, fearless, neither humble nor arrogant, and argued with reason, and finally settled the matter and brought the white miners back safely.

As Hawley said this, the white Swedish miners looked at him with admiration.

Hanks sincerely admired the young man who came to the aid of the Knights of California.

It seems that the hero is not old, and he can be the vice president of California, and he really has two brushes.

"Do they have any conditions?" He asked.

"Yes!" As he walked, Hawley replied, "They asked us if we could participate in the strike!" ”

Hanks was stupid.

"Didn't they disagree with the strike? I asked several times, and the reply I got was that the Chinese workers had no tradition of striking and had no intention of going on strike. ”

"Now there is." Hawley paused and looked at Hanks, "And according to the Chinese leader, he will provide material support for this strike." ”

This sentence made Hanks even more confused.

Material support? What is this? Do you give a date after a slap?

He was in a trance for a while.

Where the hell is this? Is it America?

"What do you think?" Hawley's rhetorical question quickly interrupted Hanks' thoughts.

Hanks slapped his thigh and gritted his teeth.

It doesn't matter, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, as long as you are willing to stand on the same front, you are a good brother.

"Let's convene a conference, I accept it!" Hanks said.

The bell at the entrance of the town rang again.

Compared with the crowd last time, there are many fewer people coming this time.

The workers were cheated once, and many were reluctant to come a second time.

Hanks had no choice but to run to Mine No. 6 and persuaded some of the people to come over one by one.

In addition, the bridge was broken, and the workers of No. 3 Mine were still resting in their dormitories or at home.

Finally managed to get some more people.

Hanks wiped the sweat from his head and was about to speak, but Hawley stood up coldly.

He spoke:

"My dear brothers, this morning we were taken advantage of by people with ulterior motives!

"We should not be provoked to let go of the real enemies, but we should unite and unite with the outside world, and we should not be treated differently by the color of our skin!"

Hawley made an impassioned statement on it, as if he were the leader of the workers here.

The workers in the audience looked at him and talked about it.

"Is that him, who rescued the Swedish workers in the morning?"

"yes, he's so young!"

Hanks stood beside him, wiping his sweat a little embarrassed.

He found that his officers were also staring at Hawley in the middle of the circle, and suddenly he was in a trance again.

Does it seem like you're a little redundant?

"This morning, I have reached an agreement with the Chinese workers on the other side of the river to strike together! Until the mine agrees to our conditions! ”

Hawley shook his fist.

Some of the workers were still hesitating, but the miners, led by the Swedish workers, were already shouting.

"Strike! Strike! ”

(End of chapter)