until a policeman had come and beaten him into insensi~
bility.

And so Jurgis spent the balance of the night in the
stockyards station-house. This time, however, he had
money in his pocket, and when he came to his senses he
could get something to drink, and also a messenger to
take word of his plight to "Bush" Harper. Harper did
not appear, however, until after the prisoner, feeling
very weak and ill, had been haled into court and re~
manded at five hundred dollars' bail to await the result of
his victim's injuries. Jurgis was wild about this, because
a different magistrate had chanced to be on the bench,
and he had stated that he had never been arrested before,
and also that he had been attacked first -- and if only
someone had been there to speak a good word for him,
he could have been let off at once.

But Harper explained that he had been down-town, and
had not got the message. "What's happened to you?"
he asked.

"I've been doing a fellow up," said Jurgis, "and I've
got to get five hundred dollars' bail."

"I can arrange that all right," said the other --
"though it may cost you a few dollars, of course. But
what was the trouble?"

"It was a man that did me a mean trick once," an~
swered Jurgis.

"Who is he?"

"He's a foreman in Brown's -- or used to be. His
name's Connor."

And the other gave a start. "Connor!" he cried.
"Not Phil Connor!"

"Yes," said Jurgis, "that's the fellow. Why?"

"Good God!" exclaimed the other, "then you're in for
it, old man! _I_ can't help you!"

"Not help me! Why not?"

"Why, he's one of Scully's biggest men -- he's a mem~
ber of the War-Whoop League, and they talked of sending
him to the legislature! Phil Connor! Great heavens!"

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