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"But what d'ye think they mean to do?" asked Billy Worth.

"Take charge of the situation," replied Hugh, promptly. "It may be the governor has been appealed to by some one, and has given the sheriff authority to order the guards out of the barricade. He may even be meaning to arrest them on some charge or other."

The two big touring cars stopped close by, and the man who seemed to be in authority strode up to the spot where the scouts, as well as Dr. Richter, stood. He gave a glance toward the emergency hospital under the oak, and his look was grave as he addressed the surgeon.

"Where do you come from, Doctor?" he asked, noticing, of course, the fact that the ambulance was marked with that significant Red Cross that told its story better than mere words could have done.

"From Farmingdale," replied the Red Cross surgeon, "where a convention was in progress when we received a wire sent by these fine boys here, begging us to come and relieve them from the duty of taking care of the many who were injured in the riot that resembled a massacre."

The gruff-looking sheriff raised his bushy eyebrows and surveyed Hugh and his comrades with sudden interest.

"You don't mean to tell me these kids were handling such cases when you came on the scene?" he demanded, with an incredulous stare.

"Certainly--and nobly," the other assured him. "Not only have they taken the first necessary steps to stop the loss of life blood, but they have made that very good stretcher, and carried several of the badly injured from the front of the plant over here under the shade of this tree. The lads are deserving of the greatest praise."

"I am certainly surprised, and pleased as well," said the sheriff, nodding in the direction of the boys. "Were there any fatalities, doctor?"

It seemed to Hugh that when Dr. Richter made this last startling remark he looked straight at the man with the white mustache, who, still sitting in one of the automobiles, had been listening earnestly.

Just then Hugh noticed there was a handsome little chap of about three years of age close beside the rich owner of the plant; he imagined that it might possibly be a grandchild, for Mr. Campertown seemed to be a man of at least fifty. How it happened that he had brought the child with him on such an errand fraught with danger Hugh could not guess; but it happened that just then the sheriff took it upon himself to explain this part of the mystery.

"This is Mr. Campertown, the owner of the plant," he told Dr. Richter. "He was on the road when his car broke down, and as we came along and he heard about what had happened up here he asked us to bring him with us. We mean to stop this foolish business before more blood is shed, if we have to bundle out every one of those hired guards, and take charge of the safety of the plant ourselves. The majesty of the law must be upheld, no matter who suffers."

With that he re?ntered his car, and both vehicles moved off toward the works, leaving the strikers talking excitedly among themselves. Evidently many of the most turbulent among them were for trying to wreak summary vengeance on the man whom they held responsible for the shooting. It took considerable fervid oratory on the part of the discrete padrone to convince them that such a step would be a most foolish one, since it must alienate public sympathy, and result in landing some of them in jail.

Dr. Richter paid no more attention to what might happen over at the plant. It mattered nothing to him if those armed guards were thrust out, and told to depart. He was concerned only with the taking care of the wounded strikers, and of the women who had also been in the crowd when that murderous fire was turned upon them after they had been warned to disperse, and had not moved fast enough to please the armed bullies who, from their defenses, had opened upon them with such disastrous results.

"If we must open an emergency hospital here," remarked Dr. Richter to Hugh and Arthur, who stuck close to his side, "we ought to find out if there is any sort of suitable building in this collection of shacks and small houses."

"I was going to mention the fact, Doctor," suggested Hugh, "that I saw a frame building which I think must be used for a school. It seemed to me that it could be made to serve the purpose, if cleaned out in a hurry. Shall I sound the padrone about it?"

"If you will, Hugh," replied the other, with a smile, which showed what faith he had in the ability of the young scout master to accomplish things, founded on what he had already seen done.

It was quickly arranged with the old padrone, who set a number of women to work cleaning out the little schoolhouse. When this had been accomplished they could remove the most dangerously wounded to its shelter, and then even though a storm should come on they would not be exposed to the weather.

Meanwhile Dr. Richter was making preparations for removing several of the other injured strikers to the hospital at Farmingdale, where they could receive the proper treatment free of all expense.

In this labor he was ably assisted by some of the scouts, and it was settled that Nurse Arnold, as the older and more experienced of the attendants, should accompany the ambulance with its load of suffering humanity to the distant city.

"I think you put a flea in the sheriff's ear, Doctor, when you told him these people were shot when they were running away," Hugh remarked, as they stood and watched the ambulance move along the road, to come back again for another load later on.

"That was just what I meant to do," replied the other, seriously. "I wanted to impress the fact on him to start with, that it was not a battle, but a massacre, for as far as we know all the injuries are on the side of the strikers. Then again, it struck me that a wealthy man like that Mr. Campertown, who is a millionaire I believe, ought to pay more attention to what is being done in his name. Why, some of these women could have torn his clothes off if the padrone had not kept them in subjection. They glared at the owner of the works like tiger-cats, and I could see their hands working as if they longed to lay hold of him."

Hugh turned and looked at the several figures still lying under the tree, and a big sigh welled up from his very heart.

"I certainly hope," he said, "that what Mr. Campertown has seen here to-day will open his eyes to what his duty is toward those who work for him. He has seen how horribly these people have to live even with the wages they used to get; and he must realize that it means almost starvation for them to take what has been offered lately."

"Yes, if he knew what was best for him he would do what some other employers have done--even be satisfied to suffer a temporary loss rather than cut the wages of their faithful employees. I know several big-hearted men who have done that same thing. They say they can stand a loss for a time, but their men could not. It would hardly be safe for Mr. Campertown to wander over this way while the strikers are so furious, or to let that handsome little grandson of his get away from him."

"Then that was his grandchild?" asked Arthur. "He seemed to be as pretty a three-year-old as I ever saw. Even the dago women were staring at him, and then looking at their own ragged and dirty children as if comparing the lot of the two classes."

Hugh felt a thrill pass over him when he heard the surgeon say what he did. He, too, had been very much taken with the rosy-cheeked little chap who sat in the big touring car alongside the owner of the cement plant. It gave him a bad feeling to even think of harm befalling such a fine lad through the desire for revenge on the part of some of these men or women who had seen their kind shot down in cold blood by the paid deputies of this same rich man.

"I hope it will never come to that," he remarked.

"You never can tell what some of these hot-blooded foreigners will do," the surgeon replied. "They might think to get even with Mr. Campertown, or it is even possible they would try to make better terms with him by hiding his little grandchild, and bargaining that way. It's a common occurrence over in their country to kidnap people, and hold them for a ransom."

Just then Hugh happened to see Alec beckoning to him to approach, and so he wandered over to where the other was standing along with Bud Morgan, both of them having the air of fellows who had come upon a mystery.

When Hugh joined the other scouts Alec took him by the sleeve and after a cautious glance around remarked:

"We've been wanting to tell you something this little while back, Hugh; but you seemed to be so wrapped up with what Dr. Richter was saying and doing that we've just kept waiting and waiting."

"What's it all about, then, fellows?" asked the scout master wonderingly.

"Why, that Nurse Jones must have known Mr. Campertown before, we think, Hugh, by the strange way she acted all the time he was near by," replied Bud, anxious to do his part of the talking.

"I didn't happen to notice her," Hugh told them. "I was too busy watching Mr. Campertown myself, and that sheriff who means to run things here from now on. Tell me what the nurse did?"

"Oh, just seemed to try and cower back as if she didn't want the rich man to notice her!" Alec hastened to say. "Yes, she even fixed her eyes on him and that pretty kid as though she could eat one of them up."

"Or else kill Mr. Campertown with a look," added Bud. "I don't think it was any love for him that made her stare so, and want to keep back out of sight."

Hugh shook his head.

"It doesn't concern us that I can see whether Nurse Jones ever knew that gentleman before or not," he told the others.

"'Course not," admitted Bud, with a shrug of his shoulders; "but all the same it seems queer that they should happen to meet, and here of all places. I was hoping he would see her, for I wanted to know how he'd act, but he was too much taken up looking at the field hospital we arranged here. Then again, the scowls on the faces of all these dagoes must have given him a bad feeling, I should think."

"Well, since it's none of our affair, let's forget about it then," Hugh told them. "Nurse Jones knows her business, and even her bright face is enough in itself to help cheer a suffering fellow up. Now that you're here wait until I get the rest of the boys around, for I've got an idea I want to put before you all. If you think as I do we can fix things that way."

This aroused the curiosity of the other two, just as Hugh had expected would be the case. They were compelled to wait, however, until he had beckoned to Arthur and the other two, who soon joined them.

"Hey, what's all this deep, dark mystery mean?" demanded Billy Worth, as he joined the circle.

"Hugh's got something to say to us, you know," replied Alec. "Now, please hit it up, Mr. Scout Master! Are we going to hike back to our jolly camp on the raging Hurricane right away? I shall be sorry, because I'm getting head over ears interested in this Red Cross work, and hoped we might stay around a while longer so as to pick up a few more pointers on how to do things."

Hugh smiled as he heard this.

"Then I guess I can count on your vote in favor of the proposal I meant to make you all," he told Alec.

"As what?" asked Billy, eagerly.

"I was thinking that I'd dispatch a messenger to the camp, and tell the rest of the fellows what we've struck over here. They might break camp and head this way, to put up the tents somewhere close by. Then all of us could hang around and learn considerable in the way of taking charge of wounded persons."

"A good idea, Hugh!" cried Billy enthusiastically.

"Dr. Richter and Nurse Jones are mighty kind about explaining just how things are done, and why a certain way is best," declared Ralph. "Count on me as favoring the idea, Hugh."

"My answer goes without asking," remarked Arthur, who was having the time of his life, now that he had an opportunity to rub elbows with a real Red Cross ambulance corps in operation, and see with his own eyes how everything was conducted with systematic exactness.

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