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SHEDD</p> +<p class='tp' style='font-size:smaller;margin-bottom:160px;'>AUTHOR OF<br />“THE LADY OF MYSTERY HOUSE,” ETC.</p> +<p class='tp' >NEW YORK</p> +<p class='tp' style='font-size:1.2em;'>THE MACAULAY COMPANY</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<p class='tp' style='font-variant:small-caps;'>Copyright, 1919,<br />By THE MACAULAY COMPANY</p> +<hr class='p10' /> +<p class='tp' style='font-size:smaller;'>COPYRIGHT, 1919, BY THE FRANK A. MUNSEY CO.</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<h3>CONTENTS</h3> +<table border='0' cellpadding='2' cellspacing='0' summary='Contents' style='margin:1em auto;'> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'><span style='font-size:0.8em'>CHAPTER</span></td> + <td /> + <td valign='top' align='right'><span style='font-size:0.8em'>PAGE</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>I</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>In a Hostile Country</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_I_IN_A_HOSTILE_COUNTRY'>11</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>II</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>A Comedy––And Something Else</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_II_A_COMEDYAND_SOMETHING_ELSE'>23</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>III</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>The Enemy’s Spawn</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_III_THE_ENEMYS_SPAWN'>34</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>IV</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>A Secret Conference</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_IV_A_SECRET_CONFERENCE'>42</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>V</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>A Shot in the Dark</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_V_A_SHOT_IN_THE_DARK'>53</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>VI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>Janet Hosmer</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_VI_JANET_HOSMER'>64</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>VII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>In the Coil</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_VII_IN_THE_COIL'>75</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>VIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>The Gathering Storm</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_VIII_THE_GATHERING_STORM'>83</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>IX</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>An Unexpected Ally</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_IX_AN_UNEXPECTED_ALLY'>91</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>X</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>By Right of Possession</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_X_BY_RIGHT_OF_POSSESSION'>99</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>Janet and Mary</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XI_JANET_AND_MARY'>107</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>The Plot</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XII_THE_PLOT'>116</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>The Current of Events</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XIII_THE_CURRENT_OF_EVENTS'>121</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XIV</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>Old Saurez’ Deposition</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XIV_OLD_SAUREZ_DEPOSITION'>135</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XV</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>The Mask Dropped</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XV_THE_MASK_DROPPED'>145</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XVI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>Weir Takes up the Hunt</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XVI_WEIR_TAKES_UP_THE_HUNT'>158</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XVII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>Earth’s Retribution</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XVII_EARTHS_RETRIBUTION'>167</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XVIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>In the Night Watches</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XVIII_IN_THE_NIGHT_WATCHES'>177</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XIX</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>A Queer Paper</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XIX_A_QUEER_PAPER'>189</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XX</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>Anxieties</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XX_ANXIETIES'>197</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>The Weak Link</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXI_THE_WEAK_LINK'>209</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>An Old Adobe House</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXII_AN_OLD_ADOBE_HOUSE'>219</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>With Fangs Bared</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXIII_WITH_FANGS_BARED'>226</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXIV</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>The Alarm</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXIV_THE_ALARM'>238</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXV</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>No Quarter</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXV_NO_QUARTER'>248</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXVI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>The Thunderbolt</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXVI_THE_THUNDERBOLT'>256</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXVII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>Weir Strikes While the Iron Is Hot</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXVII_WEIR_STRIKES_WHILE_THE_IRON_IS_HOT'>261</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXVIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>Vorse</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXVIII_VORSE'>270</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXIX</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>The Fourth Man</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXIX_THE_FOURTH_MAN'>279</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXX</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>The Victor</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXX_THE_VICTOR'>286</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXXI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>A Final Challenge</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXXI_A_FINAL_CHALLENGE'>294</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXXII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>The Recluse</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXXII_THE_RECLUSE'>304</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXXIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'><span class='smcap'>Under the Moon</span></td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXXIII_UNDER_THE_MOON'>314</a></td> +</tr> +</table> +<hr class='pb' /> +<p class='tp' style='font-size:1.6em;'>IN THE SHADOW OF THE HILLS</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_11' name='page_11'></a>11</span></div> +<p class='tp' style='font-size:1.4em;'>IN THE SHADOW OF THE HILLS</p> +<div class='chsp' style='padding-top:0'> +<a name='CHAPTER_I_IN_A_HOSTILE_COUNTRY' id='CHAPTER_I_IN_A_HOSTILE_COUNTRY'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER I</h2> +<h3>IN A HOSTILE COUNTRY</h3> +</div> +<p>Eastward out of the Torquilla Range the Burntwood +River emerged from a gorge, flowing swift and turbulent +during the spring months, shallow and murmurous +the rest of the year, to pass through a basin formed +by low mountains and break forth at last from a canyon +and wind away over the mesa. In the canyon was +being erected the huge reservoir dam which was in the +future to store water for irrigating the broad acres +spreading from its base.</p> +<p>The construction camp rested on one of the hillsides +above the dam. And here one summer afternoon a man +stepped forth from the long low tar-papered shack that +served as headquarters, directing his gaze down the road +across the mesa at a departing automobile. He was +Steele Weir, the new chief, a tall, strong, tanned man of +thirty-five, with lean smooth-shaven face, a straight +heavy nose, mouth that by habit was set in grim lines, +and heavy brows under which ruled cold, level, insistent, +gray eyes. He had come suddenly, unexpectedly, returning +with Magney, the engineer in charge, when the +latter had been summoned east for a conference with +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_12' name='page_12'></a>12</span> +the company’s directors. He had replaced Magney, +who was now whirling away to the nearest railway +point, Bowenville, thirty-five miles distant.</p> +<p>He thoughtfully watched the car, a black spot in a +haze of dust, speeding towards the New Mexican town +of San Mateo, on the Burntwood River two miles below +camp, its cluster of brown adobe houses showing indistinctly +through the cottonwoods that embowered the +place. For Magney he felt a certain amount of sympathy, +for the engineer was leaving with a recognition +of defeat; he was a likeable man, as Steele Weir had +discovered during their brief acquaintance, a good theoretical +engineer, but lacking in the prime quality of a +successful chief––fighting spirit and an indomitable will.</p> +<p>Under Magney the work of construction had been inaugurated +the previous summer, but progress had not +been as rapid as desired; there had been delays, labor +difficulties, local opposition during the months since; +and Weir had been chosen to succeed Magney. In his +profession Weir had a reputation, built on relentless toil +and sound ideas and daring achievements––a reputation +enhanced by a character of mystery, for the man was +unmarried, reserved, without intimates or even friends, +locking his lips about his life, and welcoming and executing +with grim indifference to risk engineering commissions +of extreme hazard, on which account he had acquired +the soubriquet of “Cold Steel” Weir.</p> +<p>Who first bestowed upon Weir that name is not +known. But it was not misapplied. Cold steel he had +proved himself to be a score of times in critical moments +when other men would have broken: in pushing bridges +over mountain chasms, in mine disasters, in strikes, in +almost hopeless fights against bandits in Mexico. And +it was this ability to handle difficulties that had brought +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_13' name='page_13'></a>13</span> +about the decision of the directors of the company to +put him in charge, as the man best qualified, at San +Mateo, where the situation was unsatisfactory, costly, +baffling.</p> +<p>Since his arrival a week before he had been consulting +with Magney, studying maps and blue-prints, examining +the work and analyzing general conditions. What +had been accomplished had been well done; he had no +criticism to offer on that score. It was the delay; the +work was considerably behind schedule, which of course +meant excessive cost; and this had undermined the spirit +of the enterprise. In a dozen places, in a dozen ways, +Magney, his predecessor, had been hampered, checked, +defeated––and the main contributing cause was poor +workmen, inefficient work. On that sore Weir’s skillful +finger fell at once.</p> +<p>Standing there before the low office building he +watched Magney depart. He, Steele Weir, had now +taken over full charge of the camp and assumed full responsibility +for the project’s failure or success. His eye +passed beyond the distant automobile to the town of +San Mateo––a new town for him, but a town like many +he had seen in the southwest and in Mexico. And aside +from its connection with the construction work, it held +a fascinating interest, a profound interest for the man, +the interest that any spot would which has at a distance +cast a black and sinister shadow over one’s life. San +Mateo––the name lay like a smoldering coal in his +breast!</p> +<p>At length he turned and strode down the hillside to +the dam site in the canyon. The time had come to shut +his hand about the work and let his hold be felt. He located +the superintendent directing the pouring of concrete +in the frames of the dam core, Atkinson, a man +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_14' name='page_14'></a>14</span> +of fifty with a stubby gray mustache, a wind-bitten face +and a tall angular frame. When Weir joined him he +was observing with speculative eyes the indolent movements +of a group of Mexican laborers.</p> +<p>“Those <i>hombres</i> don’t appear to be breaking any +speed records, I see,” Weir remarked, quietly.</p> +<p>“Humph,” Atkinson grunted.</p> +<p>“What do they think this is? A rest cure?”</p> +<p>The superintendent’s silence suddenly gave way.</p> +<p>“I ought to land on ’em with an ax-handle and put +the fear of God in their lazy souls,” he exclaimed, bitterly.</p> +<p>“Well, do it.”</p> +<p>“What!”</p> +<p>“Do it.”</p> +<p>“Say, am I hearing right?” Atkinson swung fully +about to stare at the new chief. Then he went on, +“They’d quit to a man if made to do a man’s work; I +supposed that Magney had told you that. A dozen +times I’ve been ready to throw up my job from self-respect; +I’m ashamed to boss work where men can loaf +and I must keep my tongue between my teeth. I was +considering just now the matter of leaving.”</p> +<p>“No need, Atkinson. From this time these men will +work or get their dismissal.”</p> +<p>The other pushed his hat atilt and rubbed his head +in surprise.</p> +<p>“What about that ‘company policy’ of hiring nothing +but local labor to keep the community friendly which +Magney was always kicking about?” he asked. “That +was what made him sorer than anything else, and beat +him. He said the directors had tied his hands by promising +that no workmen should be imported. If they +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_15' name='page_15'></a>15</span> +promised that, they sure bunkoed themselves. Friendly, +huh.”</p> +<p>“The people haven’t been friendly, eh?” Weir said.</p> +<p>“Does it look like it when these Mexicans won’t work +enough to earn their salt? They openly boast that we +dare neither make them work nor fire them. They say +Sorenson and his bunch will pull every man off the works +if we lift a finger; and they all know about that fool +promise of the directors. Friendly? Just about as +friendly as a bunch of wildcats. This whole section, +white men and Mexicans, are putting a knife into this +project whenever they can. Do you think they want +all that mesa fenced up and farmed? This is a range +country; they propose to keep it range; they don’t want +any more people coming here––farmers, store-keepers, +and white people generally.”</p> +<p>“That’s always the case in a range country before it’s +opened up,” Weir said. “But they have to swallow the +pill.”</p> +<p>“Let me tell you something; they don’t intend to +swallow it here. They figure on keeping this county +just as it is, for only themselves and their cattle and +woolies, and everybody else keep out. The few big +sheep and cattle men, white and Mex, have their minds +made up to that, and they’re the only ones who count; +all the rest are poor Mexicans with nothing but fleas, +children, goats and votes to keep Sorenson and his gang +in control. They’ve set out to bust this company, or +tire it out till it throws up the sponge. They’ve spiked +Magney, and they’ll try to spike you next, and every +manager who comes. That’s plain talk I’m giving you, +Mr. Weir, but it’s fact; and if it doesn’t sound nice to +your ears, you can have my resignation any minute.”</p> +<p>“I’ve been hoping to hear it. From now on drive this +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16' name='page_16'></a>16</span> +crowd of coffee-colored loafers. Put the lash on their +backs.”</p> +<p>A gleam of unholy joy shone in Atkinson’s eyes as +he heard Weir’s words.</p> +<p>“All right; that goes,” he said. “But I’m warning +you that they’ll quit. You’ll see ’em stringing out of +camp for home to-night, and those who hang out till +to-morrow will leave then for sure. By to-morrow night +the dam will be as quiet as a church week-days. They’ll +not show up again, either, until you send word for them +to come back––and then they’ll know you’ve surrendered. +Magney tried it once, just once. And that’s +why you found me chewing tobacco so lamb-like and +saying nothing.”</p> +<p>“Turn your gat loose,” Weir said. And turning on +his heel, he went back to headquarters.</p> +<p>Before Atkinson fired a volley at the unsuspecting +workmen he crossed the canyon to where a cub engineer +was peering through a transit. The superintendent +had overheard a scrap of gossip among the staff one +evening before Weir’s arrival when they were discussing +the advent of the new chief.</p> +<p>“What was that name you fellows were saying Weir +was called by?” he asked.</p> +<p>The boy straightened up.</p> +<p>“‘Cold Steel’––‘Cold Steel’ Weir. Anyway that’s +what Fergueson says,” was the answer. “I never heard +it before myself. His first name’s Steele, you know, and +he looks cold enough to be ice when he’s asking questions +about things, boring into a fellow with his eyes. +But he’s up against a hard game here.”</p> +<p>“Maybe. But a man doesn’t get a name like that +for just parting his hair nice,” Atkinson remarked. +“He told me to stretch ’em”––a horny thumb jerked +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_17' name='page_17'></a>17</span> +towards the workmen––“and you’ll see some real work +hereabouts for the rest of the afternoon.”</p> +<p>“And to-morrow will be Sunday three days ahead of +time.”</p> +<p>“Sure.”</p> +<p>“What then?”</p> +<p>“You know as much about that as I do. Make your +own guess.” With which the speaker started off.</p> +<p>The morrow was “Sunday” with a vengeance. The +majority of the laborers demanded their pay checks the +minute work ceased at the end of the afternoon; Atkinson +tightened orders, and by noon next day the last of +the Mexicans had quit. The fires in the stationary engines +were banked; the concrete mixers did not revolve; +the conveyers were still; the dam site wore an air of +abandonment. In headquarters the engineers worked +over tracings or notes; and in the commissary store the +half-dozen white foremen gathered to smoke and yarn. +That was the extent of the activity.</p> +<p>Two days passed. After dinner Weir held a terse +long-distance telephone conversation, the only incident +of the second day; and it was overheard by no one. On +the fourth day this was repeated. At dawn of the fifth +he despatched all of the foremen, enginemen and engineers +with wagons to Bowenville; and about the middle +of the afternoon, accompanied by his assistant, Meyers, +and Atkinson, he sped in the manager’s car down the +river for San Mateo, two miles below the camp.</p> +<p>Of the town Steele Weir had had but a glimpse as he +flashed through on his way to the dam the morning of +his arrival twelve days earlier. It had but a single +main street, from which littered side streets and alleys +ran off between mud walls of houses. The county court +house sat among cottonwood trees in an open space. A +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18' name='page_18'></a>18</span> +few pretentious dwellings, homes of white men and the +well-to-do Mexicans, arose among long low adobe structures +that were as brown and characterless as the sun-dried +bricks of which they were built. That was San +Mateo.</p> +<p>Before doors and everywhere along the street workmen +from the dam were idling. As Meyers brought the +automobile to a stop before the court house, news of +Weir’s visit spread miraculously and Mexicans began to +saunter forward to hear the engineer’s words of surrender, +couched in the form of a suave invitation to return +to work. While the crowd gathered the three +Americans sat quietly in the car. Then Steele Weir +stood up.</p> +<p>“Who can speak for these men?” he demanded.</p> +<p>A lean Mexican with a long shiny black mustache +and a thin neck protruding from a soiled linen collar +elbowed a way to the front.</p> +<p>“I’m authorized to speak for them,” he announced, +disclosing his white teeth in an engaging smile.</p> +<p>“Are you one of the workmen?”</p> +<p>“No. I’m a lawyer and represent them in this controversy. +By your favor therefore let us proceed. +You’ve come to persuade them to resume work, and that +is well. But there are conditions to be agreed upon +before they return, which with your permission I shall +state––first, no harsh driving of the workmen by foremen; +second, full wages for the days they have been +idle; third, no Sunday work.”</p> +<p>The engineer regarded the speaker without change of +countenance.</p> +<p>“Have you finished?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Yes. There are minor matters, but they can be +adjusted later. These are the important points.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_19' name='page_19'></a>19</span></div> +<p>“Very well, this is my reply: I, not the workmen, +make the terms for work on this job––I, not these men, +name the conditions on which they may return. And +they are as follows: no pay for the idle days; if the +workmen return they agree to work as ordered by superintendent +and foremen; and last, they must start +for the dam within an hour or not at all.”</p> +<p>Incredulity, amazement rested on the Mexican spokesman’s +face as he listened to this curt rejoinder.</p> +<p>“Preposterous, impossible, absurd!” he exclaimed. +Then revolving on his heels so as to face the crowd he +swiftly repeated in Spanish what Weir had said.</p> +<p>An angry stir followed, murmurs, sullen looks, a number +of oaths and jeers. The lawyer turned again to the +engineer, spreading his hands in a wide gesture and lifting +his brows with exaggerated significance.</p> +<p>“You see, Mr. Weir, your position is hopeless,” he +remarked.</p> +<p>“Ask them if they definitely refuse.”</p> +<p>The lawyer put the question to the crowd. A chorus +of shouts vehemently gave affirmation––a refusal immediate, +disdainful, unanimous.</p> +<p>“We’ll now discuss the men’s terms,” the lawyer remarked +politely and with an air of satisfaction.</p> +<p>“There’s nothing more to discuss. The matter is +settled. They have refused; they need not seek work +at the dam again. Start the car, Meyers.”</p> +<p>The roar of the machine drowned the indignant lawyer’s +protest, the crowd hastened to give an opening +and the conference was at an end.</p> +<p>“Drive to Vorse’s saloon; I want a look at Vorse,” +said Weir. “I see the place a short way ahead.”</p> +<p>When they entered the long low adobe building an +anemic-appearing Mexican standing at the far end of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_20' name='page_20'></a>20</span> +the bar languidly started forward to serve them, but a +bald-headed, hawk-nosed man seated at a desk behind +the cigar-case laid aside his newspaper, arose and +checked the other by a sidewise jerk of his head.</p> +<p>He received their orders for beer and lifted three dripping +bottles from a tub of water at his feet. His eyes +passed casually over Steele Weir’s face, glanced away, +then came back for a swift unblinking scrutiny. The +eyes his own met were as hard, stony and inscrutable +as his own. Finally Vorse, the saloon-keeper, turned +his gaze towards the window and extracting a quill +tooth-pick from a vest pocket began thoughtfully to +pick his teeth.</p> +<p>“You’re the new manager at the dam?” he asked +presently, still considering the street through the window.</p> +<p>“I am.”</p> +<p>“And your name is Weir?”</p> +<p>“You’ve got it right.”</p> +<p>The questions ended there. The three men from camp +slowly consumed their beer and exchanged indifferent +remarks. At the end of five minutes the Mexican lawyer, +clutching the arm of an elderly, gray-mustached man, +entered the saloon.</p> +<p>They lined up at the bar nearby the others. The older +of the pair regarded the trio shrewdly, laid a calf-bound +book that he carried under his arm upon the counter +and ordered “a little bourbon.” When he had swallowed +this, he addressed the men from the engineering +camp.</p> +<p>“Which of you is Mr. Weir?”</p> +<p>“I am he,” Steele replied.</p> +<p>“Mr. Martinez here has solicited me, Mr. Weir, to use +my offices in explaining to you the workmen’s point of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21' name='page_21'></a>21</span> +view in the controversy that exists relative to the work. +I’m Senator Gordon, a member of the state legislature, +and I have no interest in the matter beyond seeing an +amicable and just arrangement effected.”</p> +<p>Steele Weir fixed his eyes on the speaker with an intentness, +a cold penetration, that seemed to bore to the +very recesses of his mind. In that look there was something +questioning and something menacing.</p> +<p>“There’s no controversy and hence no need of your +services. The men stopped work, refused to return, and +now the case is closed.”</p> +<p>“My dear sir, let us talk it over,” said the Senator, +bringing forth a pair of spectacles and setting the bow +upon his nose.</p> +<p>The engineer’s visage failed to relax at this pacific +proposal.</p> +<p>“I gave them their chance and they declined; they’ll +have no other,” he stated. “Those men have browbeaten +the company long enough. They refused, and as I anticipated +that refusal I made preparations accordingly; +a hundred and fifty white workmen arrived at Bowenville +from Denver this morning and a hundred and fifty more +will come to-morrow. They will do the work.”</p> +<p>The Senator’s lips quivered and the upper one lifted +in a movement like a snarl, showing tobacco-stained +teeth.</p> +<p>“The matter isn’t closed, understand that,” he +snapped out. “We have the directors’ promise no outside +labor shall be brought in here for this job, and the +promise shall be kept.”</p> +<p>“The new men go to work in the morning,” Weir said.</p> +<p>“You’ll repent of this action, young man, you’ll repent +of it.” The Senator seized the whisky bottle and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22' name='page_22'></a>22</span> +angrily poured himself a second drink. “You’ll repent +of it as sure as your name is––is––whatever it is.”</p> +<p>The engineer took a step nearer the older man. His +face now was as hard as granite.</p> +<p>“Weir is my name,” he said. “Did you ever hear it +before?”</p> +<p>“Weir––Weir?” came in a questioning mutter.</p> +<p>“Yes, Weir.”</p> +<p>The speaker’s eyes held the Senator’s in savage leash, +and a slight tremble presently began to shake the old +man. Atkinson and Meyers and even the volatile Mexican +lawyer, Martinez, remained unstirring, for in the +situation they suddenly sensed something beyond their +ken, some current of deep unknown forces, some play of +fierce, obscure and fateful passion.</p> +<p>A shadow of gray stole over Gordon’s lineaments.</p> +<p>“You are––are the son of–––” came gasping forth.</p> +<p>“I am. His son.”</p> +<p>“And––and–––”</p> +<p>“And I know what happened thirty years ago in this +selfsame room!”</p> +<p>The whisky that the Senator had poured into his +glass suddenly slopped over his fingers; his figure all +at once appeared more aged, hollow, bent. Without +further word, with his hand still shaking, he set the +glass on the bar, mechanically picked up the law book +and walked feebly towards the door.</p> +<p>Steele Weir turned his gaze on the saloon-keeper, +Vorse. The man’s right hand was under the bar and +he seemed to be awaiting the engineer’s next move, taut, +tight-lipped, malignant.</p> +<p>“That was for you too, Vorse,” was flung at him. +“One Weir went out of here, but another has returned.”</p> +<p>And he led his companions away.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_23' name='page_23'></a>23</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_II_A_COMEDYAND_SOMETHING_ELSE' id='CHAPTER_II_A_COMEDYAND_SOMETHING_ELSE'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER II</h2> +<h3>A COMEDY––AND SOMETHING ELSE</h3> +</div> +<p>Towards noon one day a week later Steele Weir, +headed for Bowenville in his car, had gained Chico +Creek, half way between camp and San Mateo, when he +perceived that another machine blocked the ford. About +the wheels of the stalled car the shallow water rippled +briskly, four or five inches deep; entirely deep enough, +by all appearances, to keep marooned in the runabout +the girl sitting disconsolately at the wheel.</p> +<p>She was a very attractive-looking girl, Steele noted +casually as he brought his own car to a halt and sprang +out to join her, wading the water with his laced boots. +As he approached he perceived that she had a slender +well-rounded figure, fine-spun brown hair under her +hat brim, clear brown eyes and the pink of peach blossoms +in her soft smooth cheeks.</p> +<p>But her look of relief vanished when she distinguished +his face and her shoulders squared themselves.</p> +<p>“Has your engine stopped?” he inquired.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“I’ll look into the hood.”</p> +<p>“I prefer that you would not.”</p> +<p>For an instant surprise marked his countenance.</p> +<p>“You mean that you desire to remain here?” he asked.</p> +<p>“I don’t wish to remain here, but I choose that in +preference to your aid.”</p> +<p>The man, who had bent forward to lift one cover of +the engine, straightened up at that. He considered her +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_24' name='page_24'></a>24</span> +intently and in silence for a time, marking her heightened +color, the haughty poise of her head, the firm set +of her lips.</p> +<p>“To my knowledge, I never saw you before in my life,” +he remarked at last. “What, may I ask, is your particular +reason for declining my services?”</p> +<p>She was dumb for a little, while she tucked back a +stray tendril of hair. The act was performed with the +left hand; and Weir’s eyes, which seldom missed anything, +observed a diamond flash on the third finger.</p> +<p>“Well, I’d choose not to explain,” said she, afterwards, +“but if you insist–––”</p> +<p>“I don’t insist, I merely request ... your highness.”</p> +<p>A flash of anger shot from her eyes at this irony.</p> +<p>“Don’t think I’m afraid to tell you!” she cried. “It’s +because you’re the manager of the construction camp; +and if you’ve never seen me before, I’ve at least had you +pointed out to me. I wish no assistance from the man +who turns off his poor workmen without excuse or warning, +and brings want and trouble upon the community. +It was like striking them in the face. And then you +break your promise not to bring in other workmen!”</p> +<p>As she had said, she did not lack courage. Her words +gushed forth in a torrent, as if an expression of pent +up and outraged justice, disclosing a fervent sympathy +and a fine zeal––and, likewise, a fine ignorance of the +facts.</p> +<p>“Well, why don’t you say something?” she added, +when he gave no indication of replying.</p> +<p>Steele could have smiled at this feminine view of the +matter that violent assertions required affirmations or +denials.</p> +<p>“What am I supposed to say?” he asked.</p> +<p>Apparently that exhausted her patience.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_25' name='page_25'></a>25</span></div> +<p>“You’ll please molest me no longer,” she stated, icily.</p> +<p>“Very well.”</p> +<p>He raised the hood and inspected the engine. During +his attempts to start it, she sat nonchalantly humming +an air and gazing at the mountains as if her mind were a +thousand miles away––which it was not.</p> +<p>“Something wrong; it will have to be hauled in,” said +he finally.</p> +<p>No reply. Steele returned to his own car and descending +into the creek bed worked his way around her. +When he was on the far bank, he rejoined her again, +carrying a coil of rope. One end of this he fastened +securely to the rear axle of her runabout.</p> +<p>“What are you going to do, sir?” she demanded, +whirling about on her seat and glaring angrily.</p> +<p>“Drag you out.”</p> +<p>“You’ll do nothing of the kind!”</p> +<p>“Oh, yes,” was his calm response.</p> +<p>“Against my wishes, sir?”</p> +<p>“Certainly.”</p> +<p>“This is abominable!”</p> +<p>“Perhaps.”</p> +<p>“I’ll put on the brakes.” And put them on she did, +with a savage jerk.</p> +<p>But nevertheless Weir’s powerful machine drew her +car slowly up out of the creek upon the road, where he +forced it about until it pointed towards San Mateo. +Then he retied the rope on the front axle.</p> +<p>“Now for town,” said he.</p> +<p>“Why did you haul me out of there, I demand to +know?”</p> +<p>“Why? Because you were a public obstruction +blocking traffic. If you had remained there long enough +you would have become a public nuisance; and it’s the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26' name='page_26'></a>26</span> +duty of every citizen to abate nuisances. No one would +call you a nuisance, of course,––not to your face, at +any rate. But travelers might have felt some annoyance +if compelled to drive around you; they might even +have had you arrested when they learned you were +acting out of willful stubbornness.”</p> +<p>In a sort of incredulous wonder, of charmed horror, +the girl heard herself thus unfeelingly described.</p> +<p>“You––you barbarian!” she cried.</p> +<p>“Ready? We’re off for town now.”</p> +<p>“I’ll run my car in the ditch and wreck it if you so +much as pull it another inch!”</p> +<p>“I don’t like to be frustrated in my generous acts; +they are so few, according to common report. Well, +we’ll leave the car, but it must be drawn off the road.”</p> +<p>When this was accomplished, Weir replaced the rope +in his machine. Then he returned to her.</p> +<p>“What now? Do you intend to sit here in the hot +sunshine, to say nothing of missing your dinner?”</p> +<p>“That doesn’t concern you.”</p> +<p>Weir shook his head gravely.</p> +<p>“You must be saved from your own folly,” said he.</p> +<p>Before she had realized what was happening, he had +opened the door of the runabout, swung her out upon +the ground and was marching her towards his own machine. +Stupefaction at this quick, atrocious deed left +her an automaton; and before she had fully regained +her control they were speeding towards San Mateo, she +at his side.</p> +<p>“This is outrageous!” she gasped.</p> +<p>Steele Weir did not speak until they entered town.</p> +<p>“Where is your home?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Turn to the right at the end of the street.”</p> +<p>It was before a house of modern structure, banked +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_27' name='page_27'></a>27</span> +with a bewildering number of flowers and shaded by +trees, that he halted the car. He alighted, bared his +head, assisted her to descend, bowed and then without +a word drove away, leaving her to stare after him with +a baffling mixture of feelings and the single indignant +statement, “And he didn’t even wait long enough for me +to thank him!” Nor did her perplexity lessen when her +car was left before the door during the afternoon by one +of the camp mechanics to whom Weir had telephoned +from San Mateo and who had put it in running order.</p> +<p>Weir himself proceeded to Bowenville, where matters +regarding shipments and the unloading of machinery +engaged him the rest of the day. Into his mind, however, +there floated at moments the image of the girl’s face, +banish it as he would. He had learned her name by +asking who was the owner of the house where she had +alighted, information necessary to direct the mechanic +as to the delivery of the stalled car. Hosmer it was; +and the residence was that of Dr. Hosmer. Presumably +she was his daughter. And what a vivid, charming, +never-surrender enemy! Lucky the chap who had won +this high-spirited girl.</p> +<p>The memory of her eyes and her personality was still +with him when he ate his supper that evening in a restaurant +in Bowenville. His own past in relation to the +other sex had been starred by no love affair, not even +by episodes of a sentimental nature; the character of +his work had for long periods kept him away from +women’s society, but further than this there was the +shadow upon his life, the shadow of mystery that obliged +him to follow a solitary course. He considered himself +unfree to seek friendships or favors among women. By +every demand of honor he was bound to solicit no girl’s +trust or affection until that mystery was cleared and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28' name='page_28'></a>28</span> +his father’s innocence established. It was for this reason +that he seemed even to himself to grow more hard, more +harsh, more silent and aloof, until at last he had come +to believe that no fair face had the power to arouse +his interest or to quicken his pulse.</p> +<p>But now, this girl he had met at the ford!</p> +<p>Long-stifled emotions struggled in his breast. Sleeping +desires awoke. His spirit swelled like a caged thing +within the shell of years of indurated habit. A strange +restlessness pervaded him. He had a fierce passion +somehow to rip in pieces the gray drab pattern of his +commonplace life.</p> +<p>Perhaps it was this revolt against the fetters of fate +that caused him to welcome the chance for action that +presently was offered. The restaurant was of an ordinary +type, with a lunch counter at one side, a row of +tables down the middle and half a dozen booths along +the wall offering some degree of privacy. In one of +these Steele Weir was smoking a cigar and finishing his +coffee before making his ride back to camp. From the +booth adjoining he had for some time been hearing +scraps of conversation; now all at once the voices rose +in protest and in answering explanation, in perplexed +appeal and earnest assurance.</p> +<p>Weir’s own reflections ceased. His head turned and +remained fixed to listen, while the cigar grew cold between +his fingers. For ten minutes or so his attitude of +concentrated harkening to the two voices, a girl’s and +a man’s, remained unchanged. Little by little he was +piecing out the thread of the confidential dialogue––and +of the little drama being enacted in the booth.</p> +<p>His brows became lowering as he gathered its significance, +his lips drew together in a tight thin line. He +did not move when he heard the man push back his chair +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_29' name='page_29'></a>29</span> +to leave the place, nor alter his position until there +came the sound of the door closing at the front of the +restaurant. Then he reached for his hat, stood up and +went lightly around into the other booth, where he +pulled the green calico curtain across the opening.</p> +<p>A girl of about seventeen, of plump clean prettiness, +still sat at the table, which was littered with dishes. +The cheap finery of her hat and dress showed a pathetic +attempt to increase her natural comeliness. At this +minute her face showed amazement and a hint of apprehension.</p> +<p>“What are you coming in here for?” she demanded.</p> +<p>“I want to talk to you for a little while,” Weir replied, +seating himself. “You will please listen. I’ve +overheard enough of your talk to catch its drift; you +came here to be married, but now this man wants to +induce you to go to Los Angeles first.”</p> +<p>“That isn’t any of your business,” the girl flashed +back, going white and red by turns.</p> +<p>“I’m making it mine, however. You live up on +Terry Creek, by what I heard; that’s not far from my +camp. I’m manager at the dam and my name’s Weir.”</p> +<p>At this statement the girl shrank back, beginning to +bite the hem of her handkerchief nervously and gazing +at him with terrified eyes.</p> +<p>“I’m here to help you, not harm you. You’ve run +away from home to-day to marry this fellow. Did he +promise to marry you if you came to Bowenville?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“And now he wants you to go with him to Los +Angeles first, promising to marry you there?”</p> +<p>The girl hesitated, with a wavering look.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“He gives you excuses, of course. But they don’t +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_30' name='page_30'></a>30</span> +satisfy your mind, do they? They don’t satisfy mine, +at any rate. It’s the old trick. Suppose when you +reached the coast he didn’t marry you after all and put +you off with more promises and after a week or two +abandoned you?”</p> +<p>“Oh, he wouldn’t do that!” she cried, with a gulp.</p> +<p>“That’s just what he is planning. He didn’t meet +you here until after dark, I judge. You’ll both go to +the train separately––I overheard that part. Afterwards +he could return from the coast and deny that +he had ever had anything to do with you, and it would +simply be your word against his. And which would +people hereabouts believe, tell me that, which would +they believe, yours or his, after you had gone wrong?”</p> +<p>The girl sat frozen. Then suddenly she began to cry, +softly and with jerks of her shoulders. Weir reached +out and patted her arm.</p> +<p>“What’s your name?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Mary––Mary Johnson.”</p> +<p>“Mary, I’m interfering in your affairs only because +I know what men will do. You must take no chances. +If this fellow is really anxious to marry you, he’ll do +it here in Bowenville.”</p> +<p>After a few sobs she wiped her eyes.</p> +<p>“He said he didn’t dare get the license in San Mateo, +or his folks would have stopped our marriage.”</p> +<p>“Then you should stay here to-night, go to the next +county seat and be married to-morrow. His parents are +bound to learn about it once you’re married. A few days +more or less make no difference. And though I should +return to my work, I’ll just stay over a day and take +you in my car to-morrow to see that you’re married +straight and proper. Why go clear to Los Angeles?”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_31' name='page_31'></a>31</span></div> +<p>“He said it would be our honeymoon––and––and I +had never been away from here.”</p> +<p>“What’s his name?”</p> +<p>She hesitated in uncertainty whether or not she +should answer.</p> +<p>“Ed Sorenson,” came at last from her lips.</p> +<p>Steele Weir slowly thrust his head forward, fixing +her with burning eyes.</p> +<p>“Son of the big cattleman?” he demanded.</p> +<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> +<p>“And you love him?”</p> +<p>“Yes, oh, yes!”</p> +<p>Weir sat back in his seat, lighted a cigarette and +stared past her head at the opposite partition. The +evil strain of the father had been continued in the son +and was working here to seduce this simple, ignorant +girl, incited by her physical freshness and the expectation +that she should be easy prey.</p> +<p>“Well, I doubt if he loves you,” he said, presently.</p> +<p>“He does, he does!”</p> +<p>“If he really does above everything else in the world, +he’ll be willing to marry you openly, no matter what +his father may say or do. That’s the test, Mary. If +he’s in earnest, he’ll agree at once to go with us to the +next county seat to-morrow and be married there by a +minister. Isn’t that true? Answer me that squarely; +isn’t it true?”</p> +<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> +<p>“Then by that we’ll decide. If he agrees, well and +good; if he refuses, that will show him up––show he +never had any intention of marrying you. I’m a +stranger to you, but I’m your friend. And you’re not +going to Los Angeles unmarried!”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32' name='page_32'></a>32</span></div> +<p>The last words were uttered in a level menacing tone +that caused Mary Johnson to shiver. To her, reared +in the humble adobe house on her father’s little ranch +on Terry Creek, a man who could manage the great +irrigation project seemed a figure out of her ken, a vast +form working against the sky. His statements were not +to be disputed, whatever she might think.</p> +<p>“Yes, sir,” she said, just above a whisper.</p> +<p>“All right. Now we’ll wait for him. He was coming +back for you, wasn’t he?”</p> +<p>“Yes. I was to stay at the hotel till train time.”</p> +<p>“Is this your grip?”</p> +<p>Weir jerked a thumb towards a worn canvas “telescope” +fastened with a single shawl strap, resting in +the corner of the booth.</p> +<p>“It’s mine. Yes, sir.”</p> +<p>“How old is Ed Sorenson,” he asked, after a pause.</p> +<p>“About thirty, maybe.”</p> +<p>“How old are you?”</p> +<p>“Seventeen next month.”</p> +<p>“But sixteen yet this month.”</p> +<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> +<p>He said nothing more. As the minutes passed, her +timorous gaze continued steadfastly on the stern countenance +before her. She dully expected something terrible +to happen when Ed Sorenson appeared, for she +knew Ed would be angry; but she had been powerless to +prevent the intrusion of this terrible stranger.</p> +<p>Fear, in truth, a fear that left her heart cold, was +her feeling as she contemplated Weir. Yet under that, +was there not something else? A sense of safety, of +comforting assurance of protection?</p> +<p>“You––you won’t hurt Ed if he won’t go with us?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33' name='page_33'></a>33</span> +she asked, in a low voice. “If he gets mad and won’t +marry me here, I mean?”</p> +<p>The man’s eyes came round to hers.</p> +<p>“I’ll just break him in two, nothing more, Mary,” was +the calm answer.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34' name='page_34'></a>34</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_III_THE_ENEMYS_SPAWN' id='CHAPTER_III_THE_ENEMYS_SPAWN'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER III</h2> +<h3>THE ENEMY’S SPAWN</h3> +</div> +<p>The curtain to the booth was flung back.</p> +<p>“I’ve the train tickets; come along to the hotel–––” +exclaimed the man who quickly entered. But the words +died in his mouth at sight of Weir sitting in the place +he had vacated.</p> +<p>He was over average height, of strong fleshy build, +with a small blonde mustache on his upper lip. Under +his eyes little pouches had already begun to form; his +mouth was full and sensual; but he still retained an air +of liveliness, of carelessness and agility, that might at +first sight seem the spontaneity of youth. He wore a +brown suit, a gray flannel shirt and Stetson hat––the +common apparel of the country.</p> +<p>“Who the devil are you? And what are you butting +in here for?” he exclaimed, with a vicious spark showing +in his pale blue eyes. At the same time he clapped +a hand on Weir’s shoulder, closing it in a hard grasp.</p> +<p>Instantly Weir struck the hand off with his fist.</p> +<p>“Keep your dirty flippers to yourself,” he said, rising.</p> +<p>The blood faded from the other’s countenance, leaving +it white with rage.</p> +<p>“Get out of this booth, or I’ll throw you out.”</p> +<p>It was Weir’s turn to act. Like a flash he caught +Sorenson’s elbow, jerked him forward, spun him about +and dropped him upon the chair.</p> +<p>“Sit there, you cradle-robber, until I’m through +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35' name='page_35'></a>35</span> +with you,” he commanded. “And if you don’t want +everybody in this restaurant to know about your business +with this girl, you’ll lower your voice when you +talk.”</p> +<p>Sorenson shot an uneasy glance towards the curtain +and his wrath became not less furious but better controlled. +Clearly public attention was the last thing +he desired in this affair. He leaned back, staring at +Steele Weir insolently, and produced a cigarette, at +which he began to puff.</p> +<p>“Mary, get ready. We’ll be going in a minute,” said +he.</p> +<p>“No, you’ll not, Sorenson. I’ve taken a hand in your +game. This girl says you’re going to marry her, is that +right?” The other rolled his eyes upward and began +to whistle a jig tune softly. “Well, this is the plan she +and I’ve made. She’ll remain at the hotel to-night––as +will you and I––and to-morrow we’ll drive to another +county seat in my car and you’ll secure a licence there. +Then you’ll go to a minister’s, where I’ll act as a witness, +and the ceremony will be performed. Afterwards +the pair of you can proceed to Los Angeles, or elsewhere +as you please, on your wedding journey.”</p> +<p>“You’re quite a little planner, aren’t you?” the other +jeered.</p> +<p>“That’s the arrangement if you agree.”</p> +<p>“I don’t agree.”</p> +<p>Mary Johnson, in whose eyes a light of hope had +dawned during Weir’s low-toned statement, began nervously +to bite her lip.</p> +<p>“Won’t you do it, Ed?” she asked, timidly.</p> +<p>“We’ll do as I planned, or nothing,” he stated. Then +with sudden spite he continued, “You’re responsible for +this mixup. What did you let this fellow in here for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36' name='page_36'></a>36</span> +while I was gone? Didn’t you have sense enough to +keep your mouth shut?”</p> +<p>Steele halted him by a gesture.</p> +<p>“Don’t begin abusing her; you’re not married to her +yet. I overheard your talk and guessed the low-lived, +scoundrelly trick you proposed to play on her.”</p> +<p>“You damned eavesdropper–––”</p> +<p>“Sure, eavesdropper is right,” Weir interrupted, +coolly. “So I just stepped in here from my booth next +door to discuss the situation with her; you can’t mislead +an innocent girl like her with the intention of shaking +her when you get her into a city, not if I know about +it and am around. If you sincerely intend to marry +her, and will do so to-morrow in my presence, then I’ll +withdraw. Afterwards I mean, of course.”</p> +<p>Sorenson arose.</p> +<p>“Come, Mary. Stand aside, you!”</p> +<p>“She doesn’t go with you,” the engineer stated.</p> +<p>For a moment the men’s eyes locked, those of one +full of blue fire and hatred, those of the other quiet +as pieces of flint.</p> +<p>“And she shall keep with me while I telephone to your +father that you brought her here under promise of +marriage, a girl of sixteen, without her own parents’ +consent, and now refuse to marry her,” Steele added.</p> +<p>A sneer twisted the other man’s mouth.</p> +<p>“My father happens to be in the east, where he’s been +for a month,” he mocked. “If he were here, he wouldn’t +believe you; he’d know you were a liar. He knows I’m +engaged to marry–––” Bite off the words as he tried, +they had escaped.</p> +<p>“Ah, that’s the way of it!” Weir remarked with a +silky smoothness. “You expect to marry some other +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_37' name='page_37'></a>37</span> +girl––and have no intention whatever of marrying Mary +here.”</p> +<p>“To hell with you and your opinions!”</p> +<p>“First, you coax her to Bowenville by a promise, then +you persuade her by more promises to go to Los Angeles,” +the engineer proceeded steadily, “and there you +would betray and abandon her to a life on the streets, +like the yellow cur you are.”</p> +<p>Sorenson snapped his fingers and moved round to the +girl’s side.</p> +<p>“Pay no attention to him,” he addressed her. “He’s +only a crazy fool.”</p> +<p>But she drew back against the wall, staring at him +with a strained, searching regard.</p> +<p>“Will you marry me to-morrow as he asks?” she +questioned anxiously.</p> +<p>“No. I explained the reason why once. Come on; +let’s get away from him. Then I’ll make everything +clear and satisfactory to you.”</p> +<p>For a moment she stood wavering, picking at her +handkerchief, her face pale and unhappy, questioning +his countenance. Finally she turned to look at Steele +Weir, standing silently by.</p> +<p>“You never said you were engaged to another girl; +you told me I was the only one you loved,” she muttered +in a choked voice. “But I see now you won’t marry me. +You wish me to go with you––but not to marry. I’m +going away––away anywhere. By myself! Where I’ll +never see any one!” Burying her face in her hands, she +shook with sobs.</p> +<p>“This is what comes from your putting an oar in,” +said Sorenson, lifting his fist in a burst of fury to strike +Weir.</p> +<p>The latter at once smote him across the mouth with +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38' name='page_38'></a>38</span> +open palm at the vile epithet that followed. Sorenson +staggered, then lunged forward, tugging at something +in his hip-pocket, while the table and dishes went over +in a crash.</p> +<p>Before he could draw the weapon Steele’s fingers shot +forth and seized his wrist; his other hand closed about +Sorenson’s throat in an iron grasp. Slowly under that +powerful grip the younger man’s struggles ceased, his +eyes dilated, his knees yielded and gave way. The revolver +was wrenched from his numbed hold. His eyeballs +seemed afire; his breast heaved in violent spasms +for the denied breath; and his heart appeared about to +burst.</p> +<p>“You miserable skunk!” Weir said, barely moving +his mouth. “I ought to choke the life out of you.” +Then he released his hold. “I’ll keep this gun––and +use it if you ever try to pull another on me! Now, +make tracks. Remember, too, to pay your bill as you +go out.”</p> +<p>When Sorenson had straightened his coat, giving +Weir a malignant look during the process, he departed. +His air of disdainful insolence had quite evaporated, but +that he considered the action between them only begun +was plain, though he spoke not a word. Weir, however, +heard him give a quieting explanation to the waiter hovering +outside, who had been drawn by the crash of +dishes.</p> +<p>“Thought a fight was going on,” the aproned dispenser +of food said to Steele when he and the girl +emerged.</p> +<p>“Just an accident. Nothing broken, I imagine,” was +the response.</p> +<p>“You couldn’t break those dishes with a hammer; +they’re made for rough work.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39' name='page_39'></a>39</span></div> +<p>“If there’s any damage, this may cover it.” And +Steele tossed the fellow a dollar.</p> +<p>Outside the restaurant he slipped his hand inside +Mary Johnson’s arm and led her along the street. With +him he had brought the old strapped grip.</p> +<p>“Where you taking me?” she asked, in a worried +quaver.</p> +<p>“Home, Mary.”</p> +<p>“Oh, I’m afraid to go home.”</p> +<p>“Are you afraid of your own father and mother? +They’re the ones to trust first of all.”</p> +<p>“But when father––mother is dead––sees the telescope, +he’ll want to know where I’ve been. He doesn’t +know I have it. I told him I might stay with a girl at +San Mateo over night, and then sneaked it out.”</p> +<p>“The best thing is to tell him all about this occurrence.”</p> +<p>“Oh, I can’t.”</p> +<p>“Then I shall. Leave that part to me.”</p> +<p>And though her heart was filled with fresh alarms +and fears at the prospect, there seemed nothing else to +do. She longed to flee, to hide in some dark hole, to +cover her shame from her father and the world, but in +the hands of this determined man she felt herself powerless. +What he willed, she dumbly did.</p> +<p>Terry Creek flowed out of the mountains four miles +north of San Mateo, an insignificant stream entering the +Burntwood halfway down to Bowenville. The Johnson +ranch house was a mile up the canyon, where the rocky +walls expanded into a grassy park of no great area. +They reached the girl’s home about half-past nine that +night.</p> +<p>For two hours Weir remained talking with the father, +describing the affair at Bowenville, fending off his first +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_40' name='page_40'></a>40</span> +bitter anger at the girl and gradually persuading him +to see that Mary had been deceived, lured away on hollow +promises and was guiltless of all except failing to +take him into her confidence. At last peace was made. +Mary wept for a time, and was patted on the head by +her rough, bearded father, who exclaimed, “There, +there, don’t cry. You’re safe back again; we’ll just +forget it.”</p> +<p>Outside of the house, however, where he had accompanied +Weir to his car, he said with an oath:</p> +<p>“But I’ll not forget Ed Sorenson, if I go to hell for +it. My little girl!”</p> +<p>“She’s half a child yet, that’s the worse of his offense,” +Steele replied, savagely.</p> +<p>“Mary said you choked him.”</p> +<p>“Some. Not enough.”</p> +<p>“I’ll not forget him––or you, Mr. Weir.”</p> +<p>Steele mounted into his machine. He thoughtfully +studied the rancher’s bearded, weather-tanned face, illuminated +by the moonlight.</p> +<p>“At present I’d say nothing about this matter to +any one. Later on you may be able to use it in squaring +accounts,” the engineer advised.</p> +<p>“I hope so,” was the answer, with a bitter note. “But +talking would only hurt Mary, not Ed Sorenson. Whatever +the Sorensons do is all right, you know, because +they’re rich. The daughter of a poor man like me +would get all the black end of the gossip; and I can’t +lift a finger, that’s what grinds me, unless I go out and +shoot him, then hang for it. For the bank’s got a +mortgage on my little bunch of stock, and on my ranch +here, and Sorenson, of course, is the bank. Gordon and +Vorse and a few others are in it too, but he’s the bull +of the herd. If I opened my mouth about his son, I’d +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_41' name='page_41'></a>41</span> +be kicked off of Terry Creek, lock, stock and barrel. +That’s the way Sorenson keeps all of us poor devils, +white and Mexican, eating out of his hand. I’ve just +been poor since I came here a boy; the gang in San +Mateo won’t let anybody but themselves have a chance. +And I reckon old man Sorenson wouldn’t care much if +his boy had ruined my girl. Cuss him a little, maybe; +that would be all. But I won’t forget the whelp. Some +day my chance will come to play even.” +“Sure; if one just keeps quiet and waits,” Steele +agreed. “Well, I must hit the trail. If you want work +any time, come over to the dam; we can always use a +man with a team.” +Johnson nodded. +“After haying is done, maybe. And remember, I’m +much obliged to you for looking after my little girl. I +won’t forget that, either.” +He reached up diffidently and shook hands with the +engineer. Weir’s grip was sympathetic and sincere.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_42' name='page_42'></a>42</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_IV_A_SECRET_CONFERENCE' id='CHAPTER_IV_A_SECRET_CONFERENCE'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2> +<h3>A SECRET CONFERENCE</h3> +</div> +<p>On a certain afternoon Felipe Martinez, the lean and +restless attorney who had acted as the Mexican workmen’s +mouthpiece, observed through the broad plate-glass +window of the San Mateo Cattle Company’s office +an incident that greatly interested him. For the moment +he forgot the resentment kindled by Sorenson’s +abrupt refusal and brutal words when he asked for the +nomination for county attorney. The election was in +the autumn; the nomination was equivalent to election; +and Felipe considered that he had too long been kept +apart from that particular spoil.</p> +<p>Martinez had once had a slight difference with the +banker, and now outrageously Sorenson had recalled it. +He had stated that Martinez should hold no political +office; he gave offices only to men who did exactly as he +advised; his exact words were that the Mexican was +“tricky and no good.” And picking up his hat Sorenson +who had that day returned home from the east went +out of the bank, leaving Martinez to stare out of the +window and meditatively twist a point of his silky black +mustache.</p> +<p>It was before the window that there occurred the meeting +between Sorenson and the manager of the dam. +Martinez perceived the two men glance at each other +and pass, but after a step or two both men halted. As +if worked by a single wire, they slowly swung about for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_43' name='page_43'></a>43</span> +a second look. The Mexican’s nimble brain calculated +that they could not have previously met and in consequence +their behavior bespoke something out of the +ordinary.</p> +<p>The pair stood exactly where they had turned, three +or four paces apart, he noted. The Mexican’s mind +palpitated with a slight thrill of excitement. The +manner of each of the men was that of a fighting animal +looking over another animal of the same sort: +neither uttering a word, nor stirring a finger, nor yielding +a particle in his fixed unwinking gaze. Martinez +could almost feel the exchanged challenge, the cold antagonism, +the hostile curiosity, the matching of wills, +the instant hate, between the men.</p> +<p>Though they had not met before, to be sure, nevertheless +they were enemies. Was it because of the discharge +of the workmen? Then Martinez’ mind flashed back to +the scene in Vorse’s saloon when Gordon had showed such +sudden emotion at the engineer’s name and his enigmatical +reference to some event in the past. That was it! +Something which had occurred thirty years ago, probably +something crooked. Men committed deeds in those +early days that they would now like to forget. He, +Martinez, would look into the matter.</p> +<p>Sorenson passed out of sight, and Weir likewise proceeded +on his way. Thereupon the lawyer sauntered +over to the court house, where presently he became engrossed +in a pile of tomes in the register’s office. As examining +records is a part of a lawyer’s regular work, +it never excites curiosity or arouses suspicion.</p> +<p>That same evening Martinez perceived Vorse enter +Sorenson’s office. Vorse, he recalled, had been included +in the engineer’s threatening remarks to Gordon. Shortly +thereafter Gordon himself ambled along the street +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44' name='page_44'></a>44</span> +and passed through the door. Last of all, Burkhardt, a +short, fleshy, bearded man, went into the building. The +vultures of San Mateo, as he secretly called them, had +flocked together for conference. Presently Martinez +strolled by the office, outwardly displaying no interest +in the structure but furtively seeking to catch a glimpse +of the interior through a crack of the drawn shade. +But in this he was unsuccessful.</p> +<p>Of one thing he was certain, however. His prolonged +examination of the county records had revealed an old +bill of sale of a ranch and several herds of cattle from +one Joseph Weir to Sorenson, Vorse, Gordon and +Burkhardt. He had placed his finger on the link connecting +the engineer with these men, the entire four, as +this old bill of sale thus recorded showed the intimate +though unexpressed partnership of the men, which was +common knowledge over the country; and intuition told +him also that this private assembly of the quartette +quickly on Sorenson’s return home had its inspiration in +the new manager of the dam.</p> +<p>Martinez determined to continue his investigations. +Events might yet prove that it would have been much +better for the cattleman to have given him the political +nomination. Truly, it was possible. In any case, it +would do no harm to have “something on” Sorenson and +the others, these rulers of San Mateo. And there was +the opposite side of the affair––Weir’s side; so it looked +as if there might be profit either way.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p>The four men sitting in the railed-off space in the +San Mateo Cattle Company’s office constituted the +cattle company. Moreover, they comprised the financial, +political and general power of this remote section +of New Mexico. In face, manner, garb, they were dissimilar. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45' name='page_45'></a>45</span> +Vorse, clothed in gray, was hawk-nosed and impassive; +and though now, like his companions, wealthy +beyond simple needs he nevertheless continued the operation +of his saloon that had been a landmark in San +Mateo for forty years. Burkhardt was rough-featured, +rough-tongued, choleric, and coatless: typically the +burly, uncurried, uncouth stock man, whose commonest +words were oaths or curses and whose way with obstinate +cattle or men was the way of the club or the fist. Gordon +was the wily, cautious, unscrupulous politician; he +had represented San Mateo in the legislature for years, +both during the Territorial period and since New Mexico +had become a state, and was not unknown in other +parts of the southwest; but he was “Judge” only by +courtesy, the title most frequently given him, never having +been admitted to the bar or having practiced, and +engaged himself ostensibly in the insurance and real +estate business. Like the others, his share of the large +cattle, sheep and land holdings of the group made him +independent. Sorenson, the last of the four and in +reality the leader because of a greater breadth of vision +and a natural capacity for business, was dressed in a +tailored suit of greenish plaid––a man with bushy eyebrows, +a long fleshy nose, predatory eyes, a heavy cat-fish +mouth and a great, barrel-like body that reared two or +three inches over six feet when he stood on his feet. But +one thing they had in common, in addition to the gray +hair of age, and that was a joint liability for the past. +For years they had believed that liability extinguished +through the operation of time. They had considered +as closed and sealed the account of early secret, lawless +acts by which they had acquired wealth and a grip on +the community. They were now law-observing members +of society; they controlled even if they sometimes failed +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46' name='page_46'></a>46</span> +to possess the goodwill of the county––and they were +not men to measure position by friendships; their councils +determined how much or how little other men should +own and in local politics their fingers moved the puppets +that served their will.</p> +<p>With the entrance here of the powerful group of financiers +who were constructing the irrigation project they +recognized the threat to their old-time supremacy. +Cattle and sheep interests would succumb to farming; +a swarm of new, independent settlers would arrive like +locusts; and their leadership would eventually be challenged +if not ended. New towns would spring up. New +money would flow in to dispute their financial mastery. +New leaders would arise to assail their political dominion. +And against the prospect of all this they had initiated +a secret warfare, endeavoring by stealth to ruin +the irrigation company at the beginning and nip the +danger in the bud.</p> +<p>Now it had been revealed all at once that they had +not only a general and impersonal enemy in the form +of the company, but a specific one in the form of a man, +its manager. Out of nowhere he had emerged, out of +thirty years’ silence, a sinister figure who tapped with +significant finger the book of their secret past while his +eyes steadfastly demanded a reckoning. Did he know +all, or nothing? Knowing, did he deliberately leave them +in doubt in order to shatter their confidence?</p> +<p>At least one of the four had been badly shaken on +learning Weir’s identity, and all now were uneasy. It +was as if Fate after a long silence was about to open +the sealed record.</p> +<p>“Perhaps you were just imagining things, Judge,” +Sorenson was saying.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47' name='page_47'></a>47</span></div> +<p>Senator Gordon moistened his lips and tugged nervously +at his gray mustache.</p> +<p>“No, no,” he exclaimed. “Just ask Vorse. The man +said his name was Weir and that he was the son of Joe +Weir. Then––then–––”</p> +<p>“Well?” Sorenson demanded, frowning at the other’s +visible trepidation.</p> +<p>“Weir added, ‘And I know what happened thirty +years ago in this selfsame room.’ Those were his very +words. Isn’t that true, Vorse?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“They could mean only one thing,” said Gordon.</p> +<p>“When the Judge went out he said to me,” Vorse +stated, “‘That was for you too.’ I had my hand on my +gun under the counter as he said it, ready if he made +a move. He knew what I had there, but it didn’t faze +him. He’s a better man than Joe Weir ever was, I want +to remark, and different; he has nerve and a bad eye. +He knows something, lay your bets on that.”</p> +<p>“How much? How much? If we only knew how +much!” Judge Gordon vouchsafed, testily.</p> +<p>“How would he know anything? Joe Weir didn’t +know, so how can this fellow know? Don’t get scared +at a shadow.” It was the bearded, rough-tongued Burkhardt +who spoke, concluding his words with a blasphemous +oath.</p> +<p>“There’s the Mexican who saw what happened––and +that boy who looked in at the back door,” Gordon asserted. +“We just caught sight of him and couldn’t make +out his face against the light. Then he had skipped +when we ran there. We never did learn who he was.”</p> +<p>“Do you think he remembers?” Sorenson said, scornfully. +“He may be dead. He may be on the other side +of the world. Just some kid who happened to drift by +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48' name='page_48'></a>48</span> +at the minute and look in, and there’s not one chance +in a million he’s anywhere around these parts yet. He +would have blabbed long ago to some one if he had been; +don’t figure him in, he’s lost.”</p> +<p>“Saurez isn’t, though.”</p> +<p>At this Vorse put in a word.</p> +<p>“He saw more than one killing in those days when +he was roustabout for me. It was only one more to +him. Probably he has forgotten it. Anyway,” Vorse +ended with deadly emphasis, “he knows what would +happen to him even now if he remembered it and talked. +Leave him out of the calculation too.”</p> +<p>“Then that just makes the four of us,” said Burkhardt. +“Nobody else. So this fellow Weir doesn’t know +a thing.”</p> +<p>“But we can’t be absolutely sure,” Judge Gordon replied.</p> +<p>“Well, he’d need proof, wouldn’t he?”</p> +<p>“Certainly, to bring legal action. But how do we +know he hasn’t even that? Look all around the question +as a lawyer does; let us assume the millionth chance, +for instance. Suppose that he somewhere met and became +acquainted with that boy. Suppose that he learned +the latter had been here at the time and saw the shooting; +and heard his story. Suppose that Weir knows +this instant where he is and can produce him as a witness +in court.”</p> +<p>“I reckon in this county his testimony wouldn’t count +for much,” Burkhardt, who had been sheriff, stated, with +a harsh laugh.</p> +<p>Sorenson, however, was impressed by the Judge’s +reasoning, for he drummed with fingers on the desk +and sat in brooding silence. So likewise sat Vorse, who +had heard Weir’s utterance and beheld his face.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49' name='page_49'></a>49</span></div> +<p>“He knows something,” he repeated, in a convinced +tone. “Or he’s a damned good bluffer.”</p> +<p>“I passed him here at the door this afternoon,” the +banker remarked. “I turned to look at him, guessing +who he was, and he had stopped and was looking at me. +Cool about it too. We’ll have to watch him.”</p> +<p>“Perhaps if we just tip him off to keep his mouth shut +tight, that will be enough,” Burkhardt suggested. “If +he knows the four of us are ready–––”</p> +<p>Vorse sniffed.</p> +<p>“You think he can be bluffed?” he said. “You haven’t +seen him yet; go take a look. We’ll not throw any scare +into him. If he were that kind, he wouldn’t have told us +who he is. He wanted us to know he’s after us, that’s +my opinion. He wants to shake our nerve––and he +shook the Judge’s all right that day at my bar.”</p> +<p>“He did,” Gordon admitted. “The thing was so infernally +unexpected. Almost like Joe Weir himself +appearing. I didn’t sleep a wink that night, what with +my heart being bad and what with seeing him.”</p> +<p>“Suppose he <i>has</i> proofs?” Vorse asked after a pause, +while his narrowed eyes moved from one to another of +his companions.</p> +<p>A considerable silence followed. The question jerked +into full light the issue that had all the while been lurking +in the recesses of their minds––an issue full of +ghastly possibilities. Judge Gordon’s fingers trembled +as he wiped with handkerchief the cold sweat on his +brow.</p> +<p>“We’re all in it,” Vorse added.</p> +<p>Burkhardt brought his fist down on the desk with a +sudden crash.</p> +<p>“If he has proofs, then it’s him or us,” he exclaimed, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50' name='page_50'></a>50</span> +while the blood suffused his face. “Him or us––and that +means him! I’ll never go behind bars!”</p> +<p>“Sure not. None of us,” Vorse said.</p> +<p>“It will mean–––” Judge Gordon began in an agitated +voice, but did not finish.</p> +<p>Sorenson gave a nod of his head. His bear-trap +mouth was compressed in a determined evil line.</p> +<p>“Exactly. He’ll never use his proofs. We’re in too +far to halt now if matters come to the point of his trying +to use them. He has a grip on us in one way; he +knows we can’t declare his father, Joe Weir, did the +killing; that would make us––what do you call it, +Judge?”</p> +<p>“Accomplices after the fact. Besides, it would then +come out that we had taken over and shared among us +his stuff, fifty thousand apiece. It’s a deplorable situation +we’re in, gentlemen, deplorable. If we were but +able to start the story Joe Weir believed and fled because +of, it would cut the ground out from under this man’s +feet at once.”</p> +<p>“It’s him we’ll cut, not the ground under him,” Burkhardt +growled, thrusting his hairy chin forward towards +the lawyer. “And cut his damned throat.”</p> +<p>“I hate to think of our being forced to––to homicide. +Even justifiable homicide.”</p> +<p>“Homicide nothing! It’s just killing a rattlesnake +waiting in the brush to strike. That’s the way we used +to do in the old days, and if he’s going to bring them +back that’s what we’ll do again.”</p> +<p>Sorenson smiled grimly.</p> +<p>“We’ll wait till we’re sure he has the proofs, +then–––”</p> +<p>“Then we’ll act quick and sure,” Vorse shot out.</p> +<p>“And quietly,” the cattleman added. “We’ll take no +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51' name='page_51'></a>51</span> +more chances this time. It will be arranged carefully +beforehand; all four of us will be in it, of course,––equal +responsibility; and there’ll be no witnesses.”</p> +<p>Judge Gordon’s face wore a pallid, sickish look.</p> +<p>“I hope to God there’s some other way out of it,” he +muttered.</p> +<p>“So do all of us,” Burkhardt snarled. “But if there +isn’t, it means guns. For you, too, along with the rest +of us.”</p> +<p>Sorenson leaned forward and gazed from under his +heavy brows, compelling Gordon to meet his fixed look.</p> +<p>“You were keen enough at the time for your share +of Joe Weir’s stuff,” he said. “So you’ll play the hand +out to the end now, the bad cards as well as the good. +You’re no better than the rest of us, and it was you +who hatched the scheme for cleaning him up and who +put over the story.”</p> +<p>“I know, I know. But––but this would be too much +like cold-blooded murder.”</p> +<p>“Murder!” Sorenson grated. “Did you look straight +into this fellow Weir’s eyes? Didn’t you see something +there that resembled murder? He’d like only the chance +to kill us one by one with his own hands: I saw that +much. Just as Burkhardt said, it’s him or us. After +you told me about him, I had only to take one look. If +he has the goods on us––well, he’ll have to die. Make +up your mind to that. We’re back to the time of thirty +years ago and fighting for our lives. We were not only +all in on the Weir job, but the Dent killing––all of us. +Remember that. If the facts become known, we’ll be +run into some other county and court and hanged. And +every enemy we’ve made in these years past will put up +his head and clamor for our blood. Let that sink into +your mind.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52' name='page_52'></a>52</span></div> +<p>The effect of this low fierce utterance was to hammer +the truth home. The Judge was ashen. Vorse’s face +appeared like an evil mask. Burkhardt glowered savagely.</p> +<p>At that instant there sounded the faint report of a +shot in the street. Then as the group sat unmoving, +rigid, keyed to the highest pitch of expectancy, there +followed quickly two more shots. Afterwards, silence.</p> +<p>“A gun-play!” issued from Vorse’s lips, softly.</p> +<p>They all sprang up to hasten to the door.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53' name='page_53'></a>53</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_V_A_SHOT_IN_THE_DARK' id='CHAPTER_V_A_SHOT_IN_THE_DARK'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER V</h2> +<h3>A SHOT IN THE DARK</h3> +</div> +<p>Steele Weir driving his car down the street in the +dusk had caught sight of Felipe Martinez standing near +the cattle company’s office. He stopped close by, beckoned. +Martinez would do as well as another.</p> +<p>“You’re a notary, I suppose?” he questioned.</p> +<p>“Yes, Mr. Weir. Most of us lawyers here are,” he +replied politely, when he had advanced.</p> +<p>“I’ve some papers I want acknowledged to-night. +Must get them into the mail going down to Bowenville +in the morning.”</p> +<p>“Only too pleased to facilitate your business, Mr. +Weir. My office is down a few doors.”</p> +<p>“Jump in.”</p> +<p>“It’s but a few steps.”</p> +<p>“Then I’ll get out here.” And the engineer stopped +the engine and descended to the ground.</p> +<p>Along the street open doorways and windows were +already beginning to make yellow panels of lamplight in +the thin gloom. The air was still warm, balmy, scented +by the lingering aroma of the greasewood smoke of +supper fires in Mexican ovens. Stars were jeweling the +sky. Few persons moved in the twilight.</p> +<p>One of these was a man who, standing at the door of +a native saloon across the street and a little farther up, +had come diagonally over towards the bank on seeing the +engineer halt his car. He walked with a slouching haste +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54' name='page_54'></a>54</span> +seldom exhibited by a Mexican and gained the spot as +Weir stepped out. There he slackened his pace while he +scanned the American with an intense, slow gaze that +the engineer, chancing to raise his eyes, squarely met.</p> +<p>The Mexicans always looked at him and fell silent +when he passed since he had shown who was master at +the dam. In the eyes of some was merely stupid curiosity, +in some a shrinking, and in many a half-veiled hostility. +That did not trouble Weir. In Mexico he had +dealt with recalcitrant workmen of more lawless nature +than these. He usually ignored them altogether now +as they no longer were in his employ. But this man +seized his attention.</p> +<p>It was not yet too dark to mark his face as he lounged +past, slowly turning his head about as he progressed +until his chin was on his shoulder, staring back. His +look the while remained riveted on Weir––a steady, contemplative, +evil regard. In Chihuahua the engineer had +once seen a notorious local “killer” who had that same +gaze.</p> +<p>Martinez had also glanced at the fellow.</p> +<p>“Who is that man? One of the discharged workmen?” +Weir asked him, when moving forward they in +turn had passed the Mexican.</p> +<p>“No, I imagine not. At any rate, he doesn’t belong in +San Mateo or anywhere hereabouts. I know everybody +for fifty miles, for I’ve been active in social and political +affairs. He’s unknown to me. A stranger.” Then a +little farther along: “Here is my office, Mr. Weir. I’ll +have a light in an instant. Ah, now. Be so good as +to have a chair and we’ll expedite your business.”</p> +<p>As Martinez filled out the acknowledgment blanks +on the papers, his eyes furtively skipped over the vital +portions of the documents. The latter were connected +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55' name='page_55'></a>55</span> +with company business. He had hoped they would be +personal so that he might learn something more of +this manager’s affairs, possibly more of his secret antagonism +for Sorenson and his friends. Any intrigue +appealed to the thin, slippery lawyer’s soul, but most of +all some one’s else intrigue into which he might profitably +put a finger. However, from these papers he was to +learn nothing.</p> +<p>He had considered all possibilities of the affair, all +possible solutions of what long ago might have occurred +between Joseph Weir, undoubtedly the father of the +man sitting across the table from him, and the four +men now conferring in Sorenson’s office. This was no +petty squabble, he divined. There was something going +on under the surface that was big––big! And very +dangerous too, for the spirit of that moment in Vorse’s +bar was not to be mistaken; it had been tense, electric. +Utmost caution on Martinez’s part would therefore be +necessary.</p> +<p>As between the two parties, his sympathies at present +inclined towards Weir. The refusal on the latter’s part +to reëmploy the Mexican workmen on their own terms +was purely a matter of policy, and the lawyer’s first +gusty anger had long been forgotten. But not so Sorenson’s +sneering words of that afternoon. They struck +to the heart of his vanity, breeding an animosity that +would last. Had not the banker stated that the lawyer +should hold no political office whatever? After all his +services? Had he not definitely shown that Martinez +might never expect anything there? Well, the lawyer +wasn’t one tamely to yield his rights; he did not propose +always to remain a scrimping, pettifogging attorney, +existing on crumbs.</p> +<p>When with a flourish he had appended his name to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56' name='page_56'></a>56</span> +the acknowledgments and affixed his seal, he sat back +thoughtfully studying the engineer, who was carefully +examining the paragraphs for errors. He knew his business, +did Martinez; the man would find no mistakes. +Then the lawyer’s eyes suddenly glistened. He arose +and closed the door as Weir thrust the documents into +a stout linen envelope, addressed and stamped.</p> +<p>“I’ll be pleased to see your letter goes in the mail in +the morning,” he said, returning to his place. “The stage +leaves at eight-thirty.”</p> +<p>“Post-office is closed now, I suppose. Very well. It +will be an accommodation,” the engineer responded.</p> +<p>Martinez leaned forward.</p> +<p>“If you can spare the time, I should like to have a +little talk with you,” said he. “Pardon me if I appear +presumptuous, but as you’re aware, Mr. Weir, I overheard +your words to Judge Gordon in Vorse’s saloon. I +inferred––check me at any instant if you consider this +none of my business!––that there exists some unpleasant +feeling between you two gentlemen and possibly others. +Judge Gordon has always handled the company’s business +in his private capacity of counselor. As you know, +he’s a silent partner in many enterprises with Sorenson, +Vorse and a man named Burkhardt. They run this town +and county. You should also know that they’re secretly +opposed to your irrigation project, whatever they profess. +They’ve misled the people into believing it will +work an injury to this district, whereas it will of course +be beneficial. Unfortunately too they lead the people +by the noses––but not me! I refuse to be subservient.”</p> +<p>He paused to note the effect of his words.</p> +<p>“Now, Mr. Weir, these are facts you can confirm if +you’re not already informed of them, which I imagine +you are. Because I’m independent in my opinions and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57' name='page_57'></a>57</span> +actions, I stand in disfavor with these gentlemen, which +may or may not be an objection in your view to what +I have in mind. And this is it. I should be pleased to +execute any legal work that you care to give me; it +might be of advantage to your company at times to have +an attorney other than Judge Gordon, who is aligned +against you and will serve his own interests first. He’s +in a position to cause you embarrassment.”</p> +<p>“Our eastern attorneys draw all documents.”</p> +<p>“Of course. But I was thinking of delays more than +anything else. There are a thousand ways a lawyer +can push or halt matters at will, and your project will +never be free of legal red tape until completed––if then! +I’m not unselfish in this, I admit; the business would +be valuable to me. But aside from that, I’ll give you +this advice anyway:––secure another lawyer in any case, +one without antagonistic personal interests, if you can +find another in San Mateo besides me. See, I’m frank! +That may sound egotistical, but really I’m the only +free man of the lawyers here. And I’ve paid for my +liberty!” He made a sweeping gesture to indicate his +shabby office. “If I had taken orders, I could have been +county attorney and probably a judge. But I respect +myself too much to take orders from Sorenson and his +bunch. I choose this sort of thing in preference.”</p> +<p>Steele Weir maintained a non-committal silence. +Again the thin dark-skinned lawyer swiftly weighed the +man before him, considered the dangers in which he +might become involved if he went a step farther, recoiled, +then grew bolder. Sorenson had marked him for +poverty and nonentity; under the favoring shelter of +the irrigation company’s power he might arise from +both. For at moments the acute Mexican sensed the +inevitable victory of the new forces at work; this, one +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_58' name='page_58'></a>58</span> +of the last strong-holds of old time cattle and sheep interests, +would break down and yield to the plow and +fence.</p> +<p>“Now, there’s something more, though I hesitate to +mention it,” he went on, doubtfully. “While Sorenson +and his crowd run things, it’s not because the people––and +that means us Mexicans chiefly––love them. We’re +indolent by nature; we idle rather than work; borrow +when we can rather than earn––I speak of our race, but +we’re learning that work proves best in the long run. +These men have squeezed my people, and robbed them, +and kept them down. Nothing more would I wish than to +see these leaders deposed. It’s no secret they’ve built +their wealth by questionable methods, but who can prove +it?</p> +<p>“Do you know what I suspect? You have something +on Sorenson’s crowd. That’s why they’re uneasy; that’s +why the four are sitting over in the cattle company’s +office this minute with their heads together, meeting the +minute Sorenson arrives home. I saw them go in. Leaving +aside the question of your own affairs, I’d like to +have matters changed here in this county so that every +man has a fair chance. Anything that will bring that +about enlists my interest. When I heard your statement +to Gordon and saw his face, I knew there was something +in the past that alarmed him. I recalled a name I had +once run across when abstracting a title–––”</p> +<p>It was not this ingenious twisting of the truth that +caused the lawyer to become filled with sudden dismay +and stop, but the savage hardening of the engineer’s +face.</p> +<p>“Go on,” Weir commanded.</p> +<p>“Well, the name was Joseph Weir. I looked it up +again to be sure, and found the property had been deeded +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_59' name='page_59'></a>59</span> +to Sorenson and the others, who still have it. I wondered–––”</p> +<p>“What did you wonder?” came with a devouring look.</p> +<p>“If––if Joseph Weir received consideration according +to law.” Martinez’ courage flowed back again. “I’ll +make no attempt to justify my curiosity, sir, except to +say that more than one man in the southwest was done +out of property in early days; and the practice has not +ceased, for that matter. But in these days the means +is usually legal and Mexicans the victims. Sharp mortgage +dealings and so forth. Now, if I’ve said too much, +I’ll instantly forget all about it. On the other +hand–––”</p> +<p>“Well?”</p> +<p>“I might be of assistance. If you wish to look into +that old transaction, that is. If there was anything +crooked about the deal, and I set it down that there +was with Sorenson mixed in, and with Vorse and Burkhardt +the witnesses named in the deed and Judge Gordon +taking the acknowledgment of Joseph Weir’s signature, +as the record shows, then there should be some +weak spot that could be attacked. There may be men +yet alive conversant with the circumstances; they may +know whether duress or fraud was exercised, supposing +the sale was not honest. Some of the old Mexicans may +remember Weir, and could give a clue; they have good +memories for things of those days. Of course, if the +transaction was all right, then I’m all wrong in my +suppositions.”</p> +<p>Weir arose.</p> +<p>“I can give you some of the company business, perhaps +considerable of it,” he said.</p> +<p>Martinez sprang up, an expression of gratitude upon +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_60' name='page_60'></a>60</span> +his face. He had not realized all that he had hoped for, +but he was nevertheless delighted.</p> +<p>“I’m really sincere when I give you a thousand +thanks, Mr. Weir,” said he, spreading his arms wide. +“I’ll not make promises as to the efficiency of my +services; let results speak for themselves.”</p> +<p>“I always do,” was the comment. “But I’ll tell you +what I demand in any one associated with me––absolute +trustworthiness first of all, then loyalty and ability.”</p> +<p>“Which leaves nothing,” Martinez smiled.</p> +<p>He preceded the engineer and swung the door open, +stepping aside. To the visitor’s question regarding +fees for the acknowledgments taken, he waved a declining +hand.</p> +<p>“Nothing, nothing. Delighted to render you the +service.”</p> +<p>“Very well.”</p> +<p>“I’ll attend to the letter,” the lawyer again assured +him.</p> +<p>“Come out to the dam in a day or two.”</p> +<p>“To-morrow, if you wish.”</p> +<p>“To-morrow afternoon will do.”</p> +<p>Steele Weir’s frame filled the lighted doorway as he +stepped forth from the office. He paused to accustom +his eyes to the darkness, for during his colloquy with the +attorney full night had descended. On the same side of +the street with himself and perhaps twelve or fifteen +paces off he saw a girl’s figure appear and disappear before +a window as she moved along.</p> +<p>Then suddenly a tongue of red flame darted at him +across the street, where lay a space of unlighted gloom. +His hat was whipped off his head. The sharp report +of a shot cracked between the adobe walls. With an +unbelievably rapid movement Steele Weir drew the revolver +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_61' name='page_61'></a>61</span> +in his pocket, and which he had carried ever +since his encounter with young Sorenson in the restaurant, +fired twice where he had seen the flame and leaped +aside into the darkness beside the doorway. There he +waited, half crouching, for a further attack.</p> +<p>But none came. Men began to run towards the place. +Shouts and calls echoed along the street. In two minutes +a crowd was surging before Martinez’ door wildly +asking questions.</p> +<p>Weir pocketed his pistol and walked back into the +office, where he found his bullet-pierced hat lying on the +floor and the attorney standing frozen with astonishment. +A stream of people followed at his heels.</p> +<p>“Who did this shooting? Do you know, Felipe?” a +tall raw-boned white man who led them asked hastily.</p> +<p>“This gentleman, Mr. Weir, was fired on, sheriff,” +Martinez burst out volubly.</p> +<p>“And I fired in return,” the engineer stated. “The +fellow was across the street in the dark. You might look +over there.”</p> +<p>Turning and pushing his way through the packed +door, the sheriff disappeared. The crowd melted away +again. Presently as Weir glanced about he saw a new +figure at the doorway, staring at him. He went towards +the girl there outlined in the lamplight.</p> +<p>“Was that you I saw moving along just before the +exchange of compliments, Miss Hosmer?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Yes. I was coming towards you on my way home.”</p> +<p>“It probably gave you a fright.”</p> +<p>“It did, indeed. I heard the shot and saw your hat +knocked off. I just went cold in my tracks. At first I +believed you killed.”</p> +<p>“I’m very much alive, as you see.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62' name='page_62'></a>62</span></div> +<p>“But it was dreadful! Who would fire at you from +the dark? Some one tried to murder you!”</p> +<p>“It looks like it. Still here I am, ready to move your +car out of the water next time it’s stalled.”</p> +<p>She entered the room slowly.</p> +<p>“Who in San Mateo would do such a terrible thing, +Mr. Martinez?” she addressed the lawyer. The pallor +was still on her face and her eyes were large with horror.</p> +<p>“Ah, Miss Janet, if we but knew! We’d lay hands +on him and send him to the penitentiary.”</p> +<p>Real emotion struggled in the lawyer’s words. With +the return of his senses he had just begun to realize by +what a narrow margin the assassin’s bullet had missed +destroying his future client and prospects.</p> +<p>A growing murmur across the street attracted their +attention. Then as they continued to chat of the event, +the sheriff reappeared, directing half a dozen men who +laid a burden in the light of Martinez’ doorway.</p> +<p>“You got him,” he said to Weir, with ominous significance. +“One bullet through the head, one through +his stomach. He’s good and dead.”</p> +<p>Weir walked forward and inspected that outstretched +figure. It was the man whose gaze had been so malevolently +fastened upon him as he joined Martinez before +Sorenson’s office.</p> +<p>“Who is he?” he asked.</p> +<p>“A strange Mexican. Some of these men say he +showed up this morning and hung around the saloons, +not talking much. Haven’t you ever seen him, before?” +The question expressed a perplexed curiosity.</p> +<p>“Once. When Martinez and I were coming here to +transact some business. He was taking a good look at +me then when he passed us. That wasn’t over half an +hour ago. Never saw him before that.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63' name='page_63'></a>63</span></div> +<p>“He shot at you first?”</p> +<p>“I had just stepped out of this room. Could I see +him hiding over there? Or know he was there?” Then +he added, “I was taken by surprise, but I marked the +flash of his gun.”</p> +<p>The sheriff, Madden by name, looked at Weir appreciatively.</p> +<p>“You can use a gun yourself,” said he, briefly.</p> +<p>Martinez now repeated the fact of the dead man having +fired the first shot, which Janet Hosmer confirmed.</p> +<p>“Well, is there anything more?” Weir questioned.</p> +<p>“Not to-night, I reckon,” Madden replied. “We’ll +have an inquest in the morning; show up then. Where +will I find your father, Miss Hosmer?”</p> +<p>“At home.” Then to the engineer she explained, +“Father acts in the absence of the coroner, who’s away +just now.”</p> +<p>“I’m very sorry this happened on your account,” said +he.</p> +<p>“And I’m very glad you were not hurt.”</p> +<p>Outside the corpse was being borne away, followed +by the curious, avid crowd of Mexicans.</p> +<p>“You’re still shaken by the thing,” said Steele Weir. +“It’s enough to upset any girl. Let me walk home with +you, or you may be starting at shadows all the way.”</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_64' name='page_64'></a>64</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_VI_JANET_HOSMER' id='CHAPTER_VI_JANET_HOSMER'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2> +<h3>JANET HOSMER</h3> +</div> +<p>A silvery brightness shone in the east as they came +out of Martinez’ office, that increased as they went forward +until all at once the moon arose into view, lighting +the street, disclosing the flanking lines of squat buildings, +revealing the tall cottonwoods about the court +house and elsewhere thrust up in the town.</p> +<p>Janet Hosmer breathed a sigh of relief. The darkness +had seemed potent for further evil, but now it was +as if the latter retreated with the shadows. She felt a +desire to go on alone, to separate herself from this companion +with whom chance had brought her in contact +at a dramatic moment, to get away from the whole +terrible affair. Involuntarily her spirit shrank at the +nearness of the man, for though he had struck back in +self-defense he nevertheless had killed another and the +act somehow appeared to set him apart from ordinary +men, isolate him, give him the character of an Ishmael.</p> +<p>Yet her feelings were confused. Against this inclination +was an avid curiosity, or rather a wonderment, as +to what must now be occurring in his soul. Her eyes +sought his face as he walked beside her. Neither had +spoken; and his countenance wore the same stern contained +aspect, calm, forceful, as the first time she had +ever observed it. But what was below the surface? +What were the thoughts now revolving in his mind and +the emotions flowing in his breast? She could read +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_65' name='page_65'></a>65</span> +nothing on that composed mask of a face. Was it possible +for a man to slay another human being, even justifiably, +without suffering a hurricane of the spirit?</p> +<p>But perhaps he had killed men before. The fact of +his carrying a weapon and his swift deadly fire pointed +ominously to previous experience.</p> +<p>“Did you ever shoot any one before?” popped from +between her lips. Then she stopped, clapping her hand +over her mouth in consternation and staring at him +palely.</p> +<p>Weir had halted too. He regarded her in silence for +a little, a slight smile resting on his face. They stood +before the cattle company’s office and his look went past +her once to embrace the small darkened building.</p> +<p>“I’m not a murderer by trade, if that’s what you +mean,” said he, at last. “But I’ve killed a man or two +before, yes.” Then at the white anguish of her lips and +cheeks, his tone softened a degree as he went on. “Unfortunately +since becoming of age I’ve had to fight. If +not men, then the earth. If not the earth, then men. +Sometimes both together. You saw what happened to-night; +that fellow was unknown to me. He was not a +workman who had been discharged and felt he had a +grievance–––”</p> +<p>“Oh, no!” she interjected. “The Mexicans here +wouldn’t attempt to murder you, however angry they +might feel.”</p> +<p>“I’m not so sure of that,” he answered.</p> +<p>“But I am; I know them, I’ve lived among them!”</p> +<p>“Well, let that go. The man tried to kill me, at any +rate. However, he was merely a tool, hired for the +business by some one else. Ordinarily I don’t discuss my +affairs with any one, but since you’ve raised the matter +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_66' name='page_66'></a>66</span> +I’ll just say that I’ve enemies in San Mateo who are +anxious to dispose of me.”</p> +<p>“Such enemies here!”</p> +<p>“Yes. Who would be delighted to see me lie where +that dead man lies and who are apparently determined +to effect it.” He touched her sleeve warningly. “But +you will speak of this to no one.”</p> +<p>“No, oh, no! Not a word!”</p> +<p>Steele gazed at her steadily. He already repented +disclosing even so little of his private concerns, an impulse +altogether at variance with his close-mouthed +habit, but he had, for some vague reason, felt it necessary +to explain his course, to justify himself to this +clear-eyed, fine-spirited girl. He could not let her rest +under a misapprehension that he was a brute who reveled +in blood-spilling. And as he regarded her a conviction +that she was absolutely to be trusted settled +firmly into his mind.</p> +<p>She would be staunch; oxen and ropes could not drag +information from her once she had determined not to +speak. Yes, she would be loyal to her given word––and +to her friends. Weir’s eyes glanced at the diamond on +her finger. It would be a girl like her with whom he +would have chosen to mate if fate had not directed his +feet on a road which seemingly left him no choice but +incessant and solitary struggle.</p> +<p>“I hate it all; I have nothing but crusts and nettles!” +he exclaimed, with sudden fierce passion. And with a +quick movement of his hand he beckoned her on.</p> +<p>Submissively she accompanied him, her bosom rising +and falling with a quickened rhythm. Too much had +happened, one thing piling on another, for her to sort +her thoughts or to attempt to understand things yet; +and in her tossing state of mind she went at his gesture +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_67' name='page_67'></a>67</span> +as one follows a guide, or as a simple matter of course.</p> +<p>In her mental turmoil that last passionate utterance +of the man played like a lambent flame. Tense, violent, +spontaneous, it had come from the heart. What +harsh lot he had lived and sufferings borne she could +not even guess; but no man spoke with such unconscious +bitterness who had not undergone pain and travail of +spirit. His head was now turned a little towards her +as they walked: she perceived him staring at the moonlit +street, his lips compressed, his brows knit.</p> +<p>Then he glanced about at her, his face clearing. +“Pay no attention to what I said,” he remarked. “I +shouldn’t have let loose that way. Hello, what’s on +now?”</p> +<p>Before them, and in front of the court house, was a +packed crowd, people who had run forth at the sound +of shots, augmented by those who had since arrived +upon the scene. It was motionless.</p> +<p>“Stand back, stand back; don’t trample the body!” +came Sheriff Madden’s voice in an angry order.</p> +<p>The crowd surged a little apart in the center.</p> +<p>“How do you know this dead man fired the first +shot?” asked some one, vehemently.</p> +<p>The voices went lower so that Steele Weir and Janet +Hosmer, who had paused at the edge of the throng, +were able only to catch the tones.</p> +<p>“Who was that who questioned the sheriff?” Weir +whispered.</p> +<p>“Mr. Burkhardt, I think. Sounded like him.”</p> +<p>So intent were the Mexicans upon the occurrence in +their midst that those close by remained with backs +towards the pair, failing to notice their presence. All +craned eagerly to miss nothing of the controversy.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_68' name='page_68'></a>68</span></div> +<p>“How do you know this engineer didn’t start it?” +came Burkhardt’s voice again.</p> +<p>“Don’t be a fool; there were witnesses.”</p> +<p>“I’d like to talk to those witnesses. I doubt if they +really saw anything. It looks to me as if there’s another +side to this shooting.”</p> +<p>“Well, of course you know––you, sitting there in +Sorenson’s office, as you say,” was the ironical retort.</p> +<p>At this juncture another voice interposed.</p> +<p>“Madden, we want no mistake here. This Weir +doesn’t bear a very good reputation for peacefulness, +from what I’ve learned. If this Mexican has simply +been shot down–––”</p> +<p>“Who is that?” Steele demanded of the girl. “I can’t +see him.”</p> +<p>“That”––Janet Hosmer’s speech faltered––“that is +Mr. Sorenson. Oh, they misunderstand! Let me push +in there and tell them how it happened.”</p> +<p>The engineer’s hand closed about her arm.</p> +<p>“You’ll do nothing of the kind,” he commanded, low.</p> +<p>“But–––”</p> +<p>“No. Remain quiet and listen.”</p> +<p>Her eyes flew up to his at this extraordinary course, +so injurious to his own interests. She was anxious to +press to the front and declare his innocence in the affair +of everything but defending his life from an assassin. +She could not understand why he also was not eager to +spring forward, why he restrained her. Then she saw +the implacable hatred on his face.</p> +<p>A thrill quivered through her body. The feeling she +had at that instant was one of being on the point of +seeing behind the curtain of a mystery, of making a +discovery so sinister that she would gasp. Her very +finger almost rested upon it. Why were Mr. Sorenson +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69' name='page_69'></a>69</span> +and Mr. Burkhardt talking as they were? Trying by +innuendo to make it seem her companion might have been +guilty of a crime? Could it be––– Her blood slowly +congealed to ice at the horror of where her reasoning +led.</p> +<p><i>Could it be they were the enemies he meant!</i></p> +<p>Such a thing was too dreadful, too absurd. They, the +respected leaders of the community, could never put a +pistol in the dead wretch’s hand to slay this man beside +her. Mr. Sorenson! The father of Ed, whom––– She +stared blankly at her left hand.</p> +<p>Yet the banker’s heavy, smooth words continued to +assail her ears steadily. She grasped their import once +more.</p> +<p>“––for the story is too thin. No man could hit +another across the street in the dark as this engineer +claims, not only once but twice put a bullet where it +would kill. Probably the dead man had something on +this Weir, and the latter knew it. It’s not impossible +he found the fellow in his path, drew and murdered him +at once, quickly put a hole in his own hat and then +carried the body across the way, running back to Martinez’ +office. The thing could have been done in a +minute. Martinez’ himself wouldn’t have seen how it was +worked. I’m not saying that was exactly how it was +done, or that this Weir did actually murder him, but––investigate, +Madden, investigate.”</p> +<p>Steele Weir felt an angry tug at his sleeve. He looked +around and beheld Janet Hosmer’s eyes distended with +incredulity.</p> +<p>“Come away, come away,” she whispered. “I should +never have believed it if I hadn’t heard with my own +ears!”</p> +<p>Keeping close to the line of buildings, they skirted +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_70' name='page_70'></a>70</span> +the crowd, still unnoticed, and left it behind. She +walked with quick nervous steps; her hand yet unconsciously +grasped his coat sleeve. All the way to her +home, which they found dark since a messenger had +called the doctor to the court house and the Mexican +girl servant also was gone, she said nothing.</p> +<p>“Come up on the veranda; I want to talk,” she announced +when he opened the gate.</p> +<p>“Wouldn’t it be best if you took your mind off the +whole thing, by a book or something else? I’ll go.”</p> +<p>“As if I could take my mind off! There are matters +in this I must know. You may wonder when I say it, +Mr. Weir, but this happening concerns me more than +you dream.” Her dark glowing gaze brooded on him +with a sort of intense determination. Then she went on, +“It––it involves my whole future as well as your own, +though in a different way. So come inside, if you +please.”</p> +<p>Weir in silence accompanied her upon the dark, broad, +vine-clad porch. In the half-gloom he found chairs for +them.</p> +<p>“I’m going to the point at once,” she declared. “Why +did Mr. Sorenson talk in such a fashion?” And he +could feel her bending forward as if hanging on his +answer.</p> +<p>“That’s the one thing I can’t discuss,” said he.</p> +<p>“I must know, I must know.”</p> +<p>“And unhappily I must refuse.”</p> +<p>“Oh, Mr. Weir, if you could but understand what +this involves for me, you wouldn’t hesitate! I was +shocked at the shooting, but I saw its necessity on your +part; you’re not one to run from a foe, a cowardly foe +least of all. But what I heard there in the street horrified +me. I couldn’t believe it; I can scarcely credit my +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71' name='page_71'></a>71</span> +ears yet. Mr. Sorenson and Mr. Burkhardt were not +near when you were attacked; they are not acquainted +with the circumstances or facts as you, Mr. Martinez +and I know them; they apparently didn’t appear until +the crowd started away with the dead man. Yet at +once–––”</p> +<p>“Ay, at once,” Steele Weir let slip.</p> +<p>“At once, immediately, when they had barely heard +the story, they began to tear it to pieces and suggest +another, making you out a villain. You’re only an acquaintance, +sir, scarcely more than a stranger, but as +I listened it outraged all my sense of justice. Mr. +Sorenson, of all men! My brain was in a whirl. But +it’s steady now.”</p> +<p>The engineer failed to open his lips at her pause.</p> +<p>“I’m no fool, Mr. Weir; I think of other things besides +dressing my hair and using a powder puff. I can +sometimes put two and two together––when I see the +‘twos’ clearly. Now, tell me why Mr. Sorenson talked +as he did, for I must have my eyes clear.”</p> +<p>“Ask me anything but that, Miss Hosmer.”</p> +<p>He sat distressed and uneasy at her prolonged muteness. +Suddenly she questioned quietly:</p> +<p>“Are those two men the enemies you spoke of?”</p> +<p>“It will save me embarrassment if I go,” he remarked, +starting to rise. “I don’t want you to hate me, you +know, and still I can’t say anything.”</p> +<p>Her grasp pulled him imperatively back.</p> +<p>“You shall not go yet.”</p> +<p>“Then I can only continue to decline making answers. +I frankly say that I regret having uttered a word of +explanation.”</p> +<p>“I don’t regret it. And I intend to keep questioning +you, however rude you may think me. I must know,” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72' name='page_72'></a>72</span> +she cried impetuously, “and I shall know! Mr. Sorenson +is one of the men you referred to, or he would never +seek to direct suspicion at you. I saw the look on your +face, sir, as he spoke. But why should you two be +enemies! You come here a stranger to San Mateo, or +have you been here before sometime? Did you know +him before?”</p> +<p>Again he could feel her eyes straining at him.</p> +<p>“It seems mad to think of him and Mr. Burkhardt, +and perhaps others, hiring some one to shoot you down +from a dark doorway. It is utterly mad––crazy. But +why should they want to convict you, in the crowd’s +opinion at least, of murdering the man. It would not +be just trouble about the dam––oh, no. But I can’t see +through it at all. Why won’t you tell me? You can +trust me––and I want to help you as well as help myself. +You certainly don’t hold against me my silly nonsense +and unkind words of the day you brought me home from +the ford.”</p> +<p>“I didn’t think them silly; they delighted me,” he responded. +“I hadn’t had anything happen to me so refreshing +in years.”</p> +<p>“We must be friends. Something tells me they’re +going to make you trouble over this shooting, and you’ll +need friends.”</p> +<p>“Something tells me you’re right in both respects,” +he laughed.</p> +<p>“And friends must stick together.”</p> +<p>“That’s what they should do.”</p> +<p>In the dusk of the vine-clad, flower-scented place +where they sat he experienced the subtle power of this +intimacy. Not a soul stirred in the empty moonlit +street before the house. No sounds disturbed the warm +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73' name='page_73'></a>73</span> +peace of the night. In this secluded spot only there +ran the murmur of their voices.</p> +<p>“I could never stand by and see any man unjustly +accused and defamed if I knew he was innocent, without +lifting up my word in defense,” she proceeded. “But +let me ask if on your side you’re treating me fairly?”</p> +<p>Weir could have groaned.</p> +<p>“You have a noble spirit, Miss Hosmer. You’re more +courageous and kind than any girl I’ve ever known. +Would you have me reveal what my best judgment tells +me should remain untold?”</p> +<p>“But what of me? Would you keep it to yourself if +my future happiness might turn on it?”</p> +<p>The appeal in her words shook Steele’s heart.</p> +<p>“How does this business affect your happiness? +How?” he asked, in perplexity.</p> +<p>Now it was her turn to hesitate. Why should she +pause, indeed, before telling to this man what every one +else knew. Yet hesitate she did, from a feeling she could +but partly analyze. Of her fiancé she had already had +disturbing secret doubts that had increased of late: +doubts of his habits, his character and the genuineness +of his love; so that it was with a little eddy of dissatisfaction +and shame that she admitted the relationship. +More she questioned her own love as an actual thing. +In a startling way, too, this silent, forceful man, so +deadly in earnest and so earnestly deadly, so terrible in +some aspects, seemed at the instant to dwarf the other +in stature and power as if the latter were a plump manikin.</p> +<p>Perhaps at the last minute she had a shiver of dread +at what might issue from the engineer’s lips in the way +of facts if he took her at her word and told her what +she had demanded to know. Did she want to know? +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74' name='page_74'></a>74</span> +Suppose she let the affair rest where it was and went +forward to the future in the comfortable assurance of +ignorance.</p> +<p>In that case, it might be wooing later revelations that +then could not be escaped, revelations like consuming +lightnings. She would settle it now once for all.</p> +<p>“It does concern my future and my happiness vitally,” +she declared, earnestly. “For this reason–––”</p> +<p>“Yes?”</p> +<p>“I’m engaged to marry Ed Sorenson, son of Mr. Sorenson.”</p> +<p>Weir leaped to his feet.</p> +<p>“Good God! That fellow!” he exclaimed, astounded.</p> +<p>Without another word he sprang down the steps and +strode away. Janet Hosmer, grasping the arms of her +chair and staring after him, saw him once bring down +his clenched fist on nothing. Then he passed rapidly +along the street and out of sight.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_75' name='page_75'></a>75</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_VII_IN_THE_COIL' id='CHAPTER_VII_IN_THE_COIL'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> +<h3>IN THE COIL</h3> +</div> +<p>The Spirit of Irony couldn’t have devised a more +intolerable situation. So thought Steele Weir as he +strode away from the dwelling, still laboring under the +emotions provoked by the girl’s disclosure, wincing at +his own biting thoughts and writhing at his own helplessness. +It needed only this revelation to cap the +whole diabolical evening.</p> +<p>He could not have remained with her now if his life +had depended on it. She, engaged to that scoundrel +Ed Sorenson! How could she have been so blind to the +lustful beast’s nature? She must love him, of course. +He must have been careful to exhibit to her only such +qualities as would gain her affection and respect, or +rather hollow shams of qualities he never had possessed. +Propinquity, lack of rivals in this little town, no doubt +were largely responsible for her feeling for the man. +But it was like standing by and seeing her fair young +body, her fresh pure life, her high soul, flung to a devouring +swine.</p> +<p>And by the rules of the game he couldn’t open his +lips to utter a word of warning! That was the worst +of it, that was the worst of it. No, not by the rules of +the game; not, for that matter, by the rules of life; for +the latter run that only can the person concerned see +with his or her own eyes what a loved one’s character +is, and must make and abide by her own judgments.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_76' name='page_76'></a>76</span></div> +<p>Steele Weir all at once stopped in his tracks. He +stared straight before him for a time seeing Janet Hosmer’s +face as it appeared when she anxiously gazed at +him from Martinez’ door, coming out of the night like +a pallid moon-flower. At that instant she had feared +he had been wounded; her heart was fluttering with +anguish. The tension of his body relaxed and his hands +slowly unclosed and involuntarily his eyes went up to +the moon sailing serenely in the sky above the treetops +and the flat-roofed adobe houses. What vaster blessing +could life bestow than to have such a look come seeking +one beloved!</p> +<p>He went on thoughtfully.</p> +<p>“She shall not marry him,” he said to himself, with +a quick resolve.</p> +<p>What were the rules of any game when an innocent +girl’s happiness was at stake? Did he care for conventions, +or even the contempt she herself might feel +for him for apparently belittling her lover? He could +stand that, so that her eyes were opened and the fellow’s +yellow heart made plain. At the proper time he +should act, view his part as she might. A snap of his +fingers for being misunderstood! He would go his own +way afterwards.</p> +<p>The thing had its curious features, too. No mistake, +the shock of hearing Sorenson senior talking to the +sheriff and the crowd, working up sentiment, had stirred +her indignation and wonder and uneasiness and alarm. +She was no fool, as she had said. She had a clear, practical +mind, give it something to work on. Her intuition +had immediately grasped the fact that there might +be cellars under the Sorenson household of which she +knew nothing and which should be promptly entered with +a strong light. Whether the momentary desire would +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_77' name='page_77'></a>77</span> +last, that was the question. To-morrow, or the first time +she found herself in Ed Sorenson’s reassuring presence, +she might consider that her brain had been upset by +events of this night, jiggled awry in a sort of moonlight +madness, and her apprehensions as to happiness unfounded +shadows.</p> +<p>Well, Weir would strike later.</p> +<p>He turned into the main street. Evidently the body +of the dead Mexican had been carried into the jail behind +the court house, or somewhere. The throng had +dispersed, though its elements were every place talking, +in pairs or in little knots of people. As he came along, +these fell silent at his passing. They stared at him, +motionless, expressionless, with the characteristic Mexican +stolidity that is the heritage of Indian blood. By +his automobile he found Martinez posted, stroking his +long black mustache and regarding Sorenson’s office, +which was still lighted though the curtain remained +drawn over the broad plate-glass window.</p> +<p>“Just wanted to give you a whispered word,” he said, +in Steele Weir’s ear, darting a glance towards some of +the Mexicans who, drawn by insatiable curiosity, were +lounging nearer.</p> +<p>“Speak,” said the engineer.</p> +<p>“I came out of the office after you did and heard the +talk.” He made a covert movement of forefinger +towards the nearby building. “The four of them are in +there again. I saw you listening to Sorenson here in the +street; and would you care to have me express my opinion +as to what the signs indicate, Mr. Weir?”</p> +<p>“Go ahead.”</p> +<p>“In the light of what I suggested during our talk in +my office, the silly twaddle of Burkhardt and Sorenson +is understandable. I look right through their scheme. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_78' name='page_78'></a>78</span> +They always frame up something against anybody they +want to dispose of; they do it in business matters regularly, +and very skillfully. They immediately perceived +a chance, sir, in this unfortunate encounter of yours +and laid hands on it; their talk was the first delicate +maneuver to ‘frame’ you.”</p> +<p>“Sure,” was the unperturbed answer.</p> +<p>Martinez laid a finger on Weir’s lapel.</p> +<p>“Frankly, feeling hasn’t been good towards you because +of the work controversy at the dam,” he went on, +with another swift glance about. “They will use that. +On the other hand, you have Miss Janet and me as witnesses +in support of your story. Unfortunately Miss +Janet is, as you may not be aware, engaged to–––”</p> +<p>Martinez paused dramatically.</p> +<p>“Well?”</p> +<p>“To Ed Sorenson,” the lawyer half-hissed. “Nothing +could be worse.”</p> +<p>“Why?”</p> +<p>“Why? Look at the position she’ll be in. Consider the +pressure they can put on her through that fact––and +they’ll not hesitate to do so, in one way or another. +Innocent as a dove, she is, Mr. Weir.” He thrust his +head forward, showing his lips drawn apart and shining +teeth tight set. “And she’s never heard a rumor of his +hushed-up affairs with poor, ignorant, Mexican girls +who knew no better.”</p> +<p>“We’ll simply have to trust to her courage to tell the +truth on the proper occasion.”</p> +<p>“Ah, but they’ll trick her some way.”</p> +<p>“And you?”</p> +<p>Martinez straightened, smiled, twirled his mustache.</p> +<p>“I? They aren’t quite foxy enough for that, Mr. +Weir,” he boasted, with glistening eyes.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_79' name='page_79'></a>79</span></div> +<p>The engineer was almost ready to believe that, but +cunning was not the only weapon in his enemies’ arsenal. +How would this lean lawyer stand up under intimidation, +bribes, threats?</p> +<p>“I trust so, Martinez,” said he. “Do you think they +will try to get me sometime by an out-and-out gun-play?”</p> +<p>“No, no, no.”</p> +<p>“Do you think they could if they tried?” Weir inquired, +grimly.</p> +<p>The attorney paused with finger and thumb on the +point of his mustache, lifted his eyebrows and smiled +broadly.</p> +<p>“They’ll consider twice before they attempt it, after +your expert exhibition this evening,” said he. “It was +amazing, your speed, your accuracy.”</p> +<p>Steele tapped the man on the breast, who experienced +a distinct tremor at that significant touch and at the +veiled menace in the dam manager’s eyes.</p> +<p>“There’s always one bullet in my gun for the man +who betrays me, Martinez.”</p> +<p>The lawyer licked his lips. On general principles he +disliked statements that committed one to the future. +But it was necessary to say something.</p> +<p>“To be sure. I should feel the same in your circumstances,” +he responded. Then as Weir turned to his +car, he continued: “The inquest to-morrow morning +should be over early. I’ll visit you in the afternoon as +planned.”</p> +<p>“Don’t forget that letter,” Weir called out.</p> +<p>Martinez marveled. Kill a man, and still remember a +letter! That magnified his respect immensely. Cool, +that fellow! Then a slight shiver as if a chill from +those black peaks west of the town had struck through +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80' name='page_80'></a>80</span> +his flesh rippled along his spine; for he had been over +at the jail with the crowd and had viewed that dead +body lying there on the stone floor. Not only cool, but +dangerous and deadly, this engineer. He, Martinez, +must be discreet; it would not do to risk gaining Weir’s +enmity. That cold-faced man could not be “monkeyed +with.”</p> +<p>Martinez gnawed his mustache and eyed the dully illuminated +office window. He wondered if those four men +inside had not at last found their match, perhaps their +master. Any one with half a brain could see there was +going to be a desperate struggle between the four and +the one, and he was not exactly sure yet that he wanted +to venture farther into the affair. But the very danger +fascinated him with its subtle and obscure features, exactly +suited to his manipulation.</p> +<p>A man who had been standing apart sauntered nearer.</p> +<p>“Señor,” he addressed the lawyer in Spanish.</p> +<p>Martinez whirled about.</p> +<p>“Ah, it’s only you, Naharo.”</p> +<p>“He is a bad fighter, eh?” And the man, almost white +because of intermixed blood, moved a hand in the direction +Weir’s car had gone.</p> +<p>“Perhaps not bad. Quick with a gun, however,” was +the careful reply.</p> +<p>“With his fists also. I saw, or if I did not see, I very +nearly did so––it is the same––saw him use them in Bowenville. +And on that dog of an Ed Sorenson who would +have seduced my little Dolorosa, as he did Cristobal’s +daughter, if I had not perceived what he was at.”</p> +<p>The lawyer’s ears were instantly pricked up. He +caught the man by the shirt-sleeve.</p> +<p>“Come with me,” he said.</p> +<p>Once they were in his office he carefully closed and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_81' name='page_81'></a>81</span> +locked the door, drawing the window shades. Literally +he rubbed his hands one over the other as he bade +Naharo take a chair. Then the pair of them rolled and +lighted cigarettes.</p> +<p>“Perhaps I should say no more, Señor Martinez.”</p> +<p>“It will go no farther. And if the engineer and Ed +Sorenson had a fight, then it must have been for that +reason the latter’s father spoke as he did to-night. You +heard him.”</p> +<p>“Yes. And I did not understand why. It was not because +of what happened at Bowenville, unquestionably +not, for it had to do with another girl–––”</p> +<p>“Ha, a girl! And the engineer mixed in it?”</p> +<p>“Listen. As I say, he would not have told his father, +because he keeps such things quiet; it is four years since +he last had to pay money to settle a matter. Some +think he now behaves, but it is not true. But he is more +careful. So his father did not know about this.”</p> +<p>“Tell it all, Naharo.”</p> +<p>The other inhaled a puff of smoke and half-closed his +eyes. Though nearly white, he retained the Mexican’s +high cheek bones, and languor, and unforgiving nature.</p> +<p>“I was in Bowenville, freighting up flour to the store +of Smith’s. I had loaded by evening, to make an early +start next day. I had gone into the restaurant for +supper, taking a seat far down at the end of the counter +near the kitchen. I was tired and thinking only of my +food. As I ate, there was a crash in one of the stalls +and I looked about. There was a fight, of course. But +it ended at once. Then I observed Ed Sorenson come +out presently, jerking his collar and tie straight. He +was mad. He had been whipped, too. For he yet looked +as if he wanted to kill the other man in there, but he +went away. Soon the other man came out and with him +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_82' name='page_82'></a>82</span> +was a young white girl, whom I did not know. The +man was this engineer and he carried an old piece of +baggage, not such as he would carry but as the girl +might, for she looked like a ranch girl who was poor. +The girl was scared. The man was calm as a priest. +That scoundrel Ed Sorenson had been beaten. Aha, +so; it was clear. The engineer had put a spoke in the +fellow’s wheel. Then I walked to the door and saw the +two get into a car and start on the trail this way. After +that, I resumed my supper. You perceive, the man had +taken the girl away from the wolf.”</p> +<p>Martinez’ restless eyes wandered about the room as +he digested this account.</p> +<p>“Did you see the dead man?” he inquired, casually.</p> +<p>“Yes, señor.”</p> +<p>Their looks met, held for an instant, dropped. Each +read the thought of the other: the motive for the attack +on the engineer was clear. But some convictions +are better not expressed.</p> +<p>“I should have liked to see Señor Weir do the shooting,” +Naharo stated. “Dios, such shooting! Two +shots, two hits. And in the dark!”</p> +<p>Martinez’ grinned.</p> +<p>“It will not please––whoever hired the dead man. He +was hired for the job, of course.”</p> +<p>“Unquestionably, señor,” was the reply.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_83' name='page_83'></a>83</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_VIII_THE_GATHERING_STORM' id='CHAPTER_VIII_THE_GATHERING_STORM'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2> +<h3>THE GATHERING STORM</h3> +</div> +<p>At the inquest next morning no outward sign indicated +what Weir’s enemies might be at. Indeed, none +of them was present. The engineer made a statement; +the two witnesses, Janet Hosmer and Felipe Martinez, +were briefly interrogated, and the finding was returned +that the unknown Mexican had met death from two +bullet wounds while attempting to kill Steele Weir.</p> +<p>One spectator there was who took a strong interest +in proceedings, Ed Sorenson. When, however, Janet +Hosmer was notified by her father, who was in charge, +that she could withdraw, the young fellow hastened to +lead her away, with an audible remark that it was a +shame she had had to be “dragged into this disreputable +gun-man’s bloody show.” Meaning Steele Weir, naturally.</p> +<p>That feeling was being intensified against him was +only too apparent in the hostile manner of the crowd +and in the silence with which it received the finding. +There was his former unpopularity, to begin with; there +was now added a race resentment, for the slain man, +stranger though he was, was Mexican; and finally, he +knew not what distilled poison of lies concerning his +innocence in the night fray. Nothing more was needed +to reveal the swelling hate which secret fear of Weir +but increased than a volley of curses and abuse hurled +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_84' name='page_84'></a>84</span> +at his head from a native saloon doorway as he passed +in his car on his way home.</p> +<p>During the following week the engineer was too occupied +with dam work to have time for other matters. +He pushed the concrete construction and inspired his +men with something of his own indomitable spirit, who +had learned of the cowardly attack in San Mateo and +rallied to his standard with a zeal and ardor for which +the fact of employment alone did not account. He had +become a leader as well as their “boss.” From Meyers +down to the humblest workman the camp had for him a +new admiration, a new respect and a new loyalty, which +he could not help but feel; he had proved that he could +deliver the “goods”; and if the Mexicans wanted war, +the Americans here would be glad to oblige them. Nor +did they wait to let San Mateo know the fact.</p> +<p>“We’re wid ‘Cold Steel’ Weir, our boss, four hundred +of us, till ye can skate on hell,” a huge Irishman, one of +half a dozen standing at Vorse’s bar on Saturday night, +remarked when the saloon-man uttered a sneer at the +manager. “Say that agin and we’ll tear your rotten +booze joint to pieces and make ye eat it! And if another +stinkin’ greaser tries to wing him from the dark, +we’ll come down here and wipe your dirty little town off +the map! That goes both ways from the jack!” He +snapped his fingers under the other’s nose by way of +added insult.</p> +<p>A petty series of hostile acts against the company +developed. Teamsters were stoned by boys, which left +them raging and murderous to discover the men who +set them on. Half a carload of cement in sacks was +ripped open and emptied on the earth at Bowenville. +After Meyers, Weir’s assistant, found his automobile +tires slashed to bits on coming out of the post-office in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_85' name='page_85'></a>85</span> +San Mateo, it became necessary always to go in pairs, +one man to remain on watch. Weir himself just avoided +a serious accident one evening at dusk while a mile from +the dam when he instinctively ducked in his car as something +grazed the top of his wind-shield. A wire had been +stretched across the road from a telephone pole to a +tree, at just the height to strike him at the throat.</p> +<p>He halted and removed the deadly contrivance. Men +on watch of his movements could have prepared it +against his return; and, indeed, he thought he detected +a pair of flitting shadows behind a row of willow bushes +lining a Mexican irrigation ditch, but in the dusk he +could not be sure. On running thither, he found no +one.</p> +<p>The camp was not of a temper, however, to allow the +attacks to be all on one side. Atkinson, the superintendent, +came to Weir one morning towards the end of +the week and informed him workmen were drifting down +to San Mateo nightly in hope of trouble.</p> +<p>“They’ll get a knife put into them,” Steele Weir replied, +with a frown that did not entirely hide his satisfaction +at this evidence of support.</p> +<p>“Maybe; and again maybe not,” the superintendent +stated, grinning. “A bunch jumped some of our boys +last night and I guess when the dust settled there were +a couple of Mexicans beaten nearly to death.”</p> +<p>“Call the men all together this noon,” Weir ordered.</p> +<p>At that hour he gave them a talk for what he called +their long-eared cussedness, and laid down a little law +and wound up with a number of reasonable explanations +for the same. Every man who went out hunting trouble +was a camp liability, and would be fired. He did not +propose to give the town authorities a chance to jail +workmen and impair the dam work, just the thing they +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_86' name='page_86'></a>86</span> +were waiting to do. The men should keep away from +San Mateo, or at least avoid disputes and rows. If they +spent no money there whatever it would sting the town +where it would hurt the most, in its pocket-book; and +he himself was transferring the company bank account +to Bowenville, by way of example. If any man felt +the need of change from camp, he could have two days +off at the end of the month to spend at Bowenville. But +keep away from the Mexicans!</p> +<p>“And if they come up here huntin’ us when we show +up no more?” yelled the same big Irishman who had +paid his respects to Vorse.</p> +<p>“In that case, tear their heads off,” was the reply. +“But put on your gloves first or you’ll dirty your +fingers.” Which bit of rough humor caught the crowd’s +fancy and won a roar of laughter.</p> +<p>Later as the crowd dispersed to eat Atkinson said to +Meyers, “The boss knows how to handle men all right, +all right; he put sugar on the pill. The gang went off +grinning. They know they’ve got to be good––but only +up to a limit.”</p> +<p>Meantime Felipe Martinez had not been idle. He +rode up to engineering headquarters on his pony one +evening and carried Weir out into the open where their +words would not be overheard. He reported that he +was quietly working for information of Weir’s father +among the older Mexicans who would be likely to remember +him, but proceeding cautiously so that no one +would suspect his purpose. He represented himself to +them as undertaking to write a history of San Mateo +County; he must depend upon them for data of early +days; it would be a fine book bound in leather, in which +their names and possibly their pictures would appear;––which +never failed to flatter the parties with whom +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87' name='page_87'></a>87</span> +he talked. And the lawyer laughed with amusement +as he related the success of his method.</p> +<p>“I have already seen some thirty or forty people, +a few of whom recalled your father, but no more. But +this afternoon,” he continued, “I discovered a woman +who worked at the Weir ranch house.” Martinez perceived +the engineer’s attention quicken. “She said the +Weirs had a little boy of four years of age, perhaps +five. You, Mr. Weir, of course. They suddenly paid +and discharged her one day, packed a trunk and drove +hurriedly off; and the next morning Sorenson took +possession of the ranch and she went home. They +drove off in a great haste––there was no railroad anywhere +near here then––and that was the last she ever +saw or heard of them.”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“One thing more there was: she said there was a +story that went around for awhile afterwards that +Weir and another had lost their ranches and cattle +gambling. For that reason Weir left the country; +and for that reason, too, the other man, Dent, by name, +committed suicide in Vorse’s saloon where they had +gambled. She said Saurez, an old man living with his +son up a little creek, would know about that, for he used +to clean out Vorse’s bar-room in those days.”</p> +<p>Steele Weir grasped Martinez’s shoulder in a quick +grip.</p> +<p>“He did! Get everything he knows out of him,” +he commanded.</p> +<p>“Leave it to me, Mr. Weir. I understand how to +wheedle facts out of these old fellows.”</p> +<p>But it was doubtful if the engineer heard his words. +He had dropped his hand, stood opening and shutting +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_88' name='page_88'></a>88</span> +his fingers, while on his face grew the hard implacable +look that always whetted the attorney’s curiosity.</p> +<p>Weir walked up on the hillside when Martinez had +ridden away and there sat down on a rock. It was a +rift, though but a faint rift, that this news made in the +blank dark wall he had to confront; and he wished to +think. Proof as well as knowledge of what had happened +in his father’s case was what he must have. Acting +on intuition he had been able to put fear into the +hearts of the four men responsible for making his father’s +life a hell, but proof of their guilt was necessary +to make them suffer in a similar fashion, to reveal their +crime to the world, to destroy them. Now at last, here +was a possibility. If this former roustabout of the +saloon knew anything!</p> +<p>Well, he must be patient––the mill of the gods grinds +slowly. But when finally he had gained all the strands +and woven the net! Unconsciously his hands arose before +his face like talons closing on prey and shut on air, +until their veins swelled. That was how he would serve +them, those men. Though they might fall on their +knees and implore mercy, not one beat of pity should +move his heart.</p> +<p>It was almost dark when he arose. Behind him the +great peaks soared against the last greenish twilight. +In the shacks the camp lamps were showing at windows. +At one side and in the canyon the concrete core of the +dam appeared white in the gloom, like a bank of snow. +The murmur of voices, an occasional distant laugh, +came from men’s quarters.</p> +<p>Presently he slanted down the hillside past the camp, +until he struck into a road leading towards town, where +he began to walk forward, hatless and without coat, +through the soft dusk. He was disinclined for work as +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_89' name='page_89'></a>89</span> +yet, the work always piled on his desk; he desired yet +for a little to rest his spirit in the evening calm.</p> +<p>His thoughts had softened and turned to Janet Hosmer. +He had not seen her since the morning at the +court house. He had not spoken with her since that +interview upon her veranda, which had terminated +with his shocked utterance. That he had thus given +away to his feeling he had a hundred times repented; +and that he had so bruskly departed he was profoundly +chagrined. But what could he have done? No explanation +was possible. The situation in which he had +been allowed of but one thing, escape.</p> +<p>With the rising tide of emotion reflected by memory +of that moment his steps had quickened. All at once +he discovered before him the rippling sheen of water. +He was at Chico Creek, a mile from camp, where he first +had met Janet Hosmer. Engaged with his tangled problem, +he had been unaware of the distance covered.</p> +<p>Pausing but an instant he waded through, smiling to +himself at thought of that afternoon’s spirited encounter +with the girl. She had not dreamed then, nor he, +that events would fling them together in a more dramatic +second meeting at Martinez’ door.</p> +<p>Suddenly he perceived a white-clad figure before him, +standing motionless, leaning forward to peer his way +as he walked forth from the ford.</p> +<p>“It’s you, Mr. Weir?” came in soft inquiry.</p> +<p>“Yes. How in the world do you happen to be here, +Janet Hosmer?”</p> +<p>She laughed.</p> +<p>“I thought I recognized you marching through the +stream, so I wasn’t alarmed.”</p> +<p>“No one would think of harming you, I’m sure.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90' name='page_90'></a>90</span></div> +<p>“But anyway I should have vanished if you had been +a stranger.”</p> +<p>“Not being one, you remained. I had no idea of +such luck as this when I set out for a walk.”</p> +<p>Both pleasure and satisfaction sounded in his voice.</p> +<p>“I was just taking a little stroll myself,” said she.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_91' name='page_91'></a>91</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_IX_AN_UNEXPECTED_ALLY' id='CHAPTER_IX_AN_UNEXPECTED_ALLY'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER IX</h2> +<h3>AN UNEXPECTED ALLY</h3> +</div> +<p>“Let me take the chance first thing to apologize for +my behavior the night we talked on your porch,” Steele +Weir exclaimed. “Your statement of being engaged +surprised me into words and conduct that has had me +in an unhappy state of mind ever since. Mr. Sorenson’s +talk to the crowd stirred my anger. Had I known +your exact relationship to him and his son, I should +have made no mistakes.”</p> +<p>“I had urged you to speak, had I not?”</p> +<p>“Grant that. But I don’t stand excused.”</p> +<p>“There was no questioning the sincerity of your +last expression that night, in any case,” she said. +“But I’ve not been indignant because of what you exclaimed +or because you hate the Sorensons. ‘Hate’ +isn’t too strong a word, is it? I’m none the less interested +however to know what it’s all about. You see +I don’t take any stock in the reasons commonly given: +that you’re a ‘bad man,’ an agent of a rich corporation +trying to put our people out of business, a public +menace and all the rest.”</p> +<p>“Is that what they say?” Weir asked, with a laugh.</p> +<p>“Part of it. Nor does it fool father, for he said +only yesterday that there’s something more at bottom +of the feeling against you than merely a fight of moneyed +interests. He knows from what I told him that +that dead man tried to murder you; yet he hears constant +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92' name='page_92'></a>92</span> +talk of your ‘crime,’ of evidence being gathered +against you by the county attorney, Mr. Lucerio, and +of the penalty you shall pay. All absurd, to be sure.”</p> +<p>“Mr. Martinez tells me the same,” Steele responded. +“But he says also that all the people do not believe the +stories.”</p> +<p>“That’s true.” And she appeared to reflect upon +the circumstance.</p> +<p>To Weir nothing could be stranger than this talk +on the dark road with the girl who, too, should be naturally +opposed to him. In fact, here at this very spot +and at their first meeting she had announced herself as +a critic and an enemy. He could smile over that now; +she herself probably did smile at the recollection. Yet +she was calmly discussing his situation without animus +or even unfriendliness.</p> +<p>How could that be possible if she actually loved +the man whom she expected to marry, Ed Sorenson? +Why did she not at once spring to arms in defense +of the Sorenson side? Unless––unless she suspected +the baseness of her lover and his father, and fear had +replaced love.</p> +<p>All at once she spoke.</p> +<p>“They will put you in jail if they can, and bring +you to trial, and––and–––”</p> +<p>“And hang me, that’s what you hesitate to say,” +Steele finished for her. “Whom do you mean by +‘they’?”</p> +<p>“The people.”</p> +<p>“Are the people here in this county really ‘they’? +Do the people, that is, the mass of poor ignorant Mexicans, +have anything to do with public affairs? Both +you and I know they do not.”</p> +<p>“Why deny it!” she sighed. “It’s generally known +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93' name='page_93'></a>93</span> +that four men, with a few more at their skirts, run +things. They nominate the men who are to fill office––there’s +only one political party in the county worth +mentioning––and give them orders and expect them to +obey. For that reason father would never accept an +office. He could be coroner; he could be county treasurer; +he could go to the legislature; or anything else––if +he would but wear their political livery. But he +prefers to be a free man. I used to think nothing of it, +see no wrong in such a state of affairs, for everything +went along well enough and about the same as ever as +far as I could see.”</p> +<p>“Possibly you didn’t see everything that was occurring +below the surface even then.”</p> +<p>“Exactly what father told me yesterday. We talked +about everything under the sun, I imagine. And I +informed him that you walked home with me the night +of the shooting; I had not spoken of it before.”</p> +<p>“That was proper; he should know it.”</p> +<p>“He doesn’t share in the feeling against you, Mr. +Weir, let me assure you of that. Ever since he heard +my explanation of the shooting and then met you at +the inquest, he’s convinced that you’re being done a +great injustice.”</p> +<p>Steele experienced a warm glow of pleasure.</p> +<p>“I liked your father at first sight,” said he, simply. +“But where does all this leave us?” He spoke in a +light tone of amusement that he was far from feeling. +“Our position is––odd.”</p> +<p>“It is,” she assented so earnestly that he began to +laugh.</p> +<p>“You mustn’t allow it to disturb you. I’m really +presuming upon your kindness of heart and innocence +in enjoying your company now. Acquaintance with +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94' name='page_94'></a>94</span> +me is a rather serious matter here in San Mateo and +carries consequences. You don’t think for an instant +that I’d allow my personal pleasure––and pleasure it +is to be with you, needless to say––to bring you into +ill-favor among your friends and to make you the subject +of gossip. I appreciate your good spirit towards +me; and I admire you greatly. But it will be well if I +admire you at a distance hereafter.”</p> +<p>“I don’t see whose business it is except mine.”</p> +<p>To Steele Weir it was like pushing aside the only +thing that brightened his hard, toilsome existence thus +to abjure future companionship with her.</p> +<p>“Good heavens, do you fancy that comes easy for +me to say?” he exclaimed, drawing a deep breath. “I +never before knew any one who––well, I’ll stop there.”</p> +<p>“Who what?” she demanded.</p> +<p>“I nearly overstepped the bounds.”</p> +<p>“Oh, that’s it.”</p> +<p>What imp of perversity was in the girl? Weir +stared at her for a moment through the gloom.</p> +<p>And then she remarked that she must be returning +home, and said she would be glad if he would accompany +her part way as there was a Mexican’s house half +way to town where a particularly vicious dog always +rushed out. The dog rushed out exactly as she had +predicted, barking savagely, so that she slipped her +arm into the engineer’s and held fast until they were +past.</p> +<p>“He does that only after dark; I hadn’t expected to +walk so far and it was still light when I set out,” said +she.</p> +<p>The touch of her fingers on his sleeve, the light +swing of her form at his side, the subtle fragrance that +emanated from her hair and face, this intimate nearness +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95' name='page_95'></a>95</span> +on the dark road, the heavy scent of flowers in +the bordering fields,––all sent the blood thumping from +his heart. If he––if he were in Ed Sorenson’s place, +what love he could pour out!</p> +<p>Ed Sorenson, the double-faced wretch who while engaged +to her had attempted to entice away for his own +vile gratification the simple, trustful girl on Terry +Creek, he was to marry this sweet and charming companion. +What diabolical tragedies life could mix!</p> +<p>“See, the moon is rising,” she said.</p> +<p>Over the edge of the mesa the yellow globe was +bulging, rayless for the moment, round and full.</p> +<p>“We’re almost at the edge of town, and I’ll stop +here,” he replied. “As I said, I’d not bring down upon +your head a single unpleasant word.”</p> +<p>“My head’s not so tender,” she responded quickly. +“But I think you’re right––for the present.” A tight +little smile followed the words. “We’ll see.”</p> +<p>“That’s best.”</p> +<p>“But I propose to stand by you. I told you that +night I couldn’t remain indifferent when I saw an innocent +man persecuted.”</p> +<p>“You give me a tremendous amount of happiness.”</p> +<p>“If I do, I’m glad. I don’t believe you ever had +much of it. Do you know what is said? That you +never smile. But I can swear that isn’t true, and I’m +beginning to wonder if you really are––Heavens, what +was I about to say!”</p> +<p>“Go ahead. It’s nothing terrible, I wager.”</p> +<p>“Well, I won’t finish that, but I’ll ask a question +even more impertinent, if I may. Frankly, I’m dying +of curiosity to know.”</p> +<p>Weir turned his head to listen to the approach of a +horseman. He could see the man galloping towards +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_96' name='page_96'></a>96</span> +them for town, having turned into the road from a lane +a short distance off, his horse’s hoofs striking an occasional +spark from a stone. Then the engineer looked +smilingly at Janet Hosmer.</p> +<p>“I’ll tell you anything––or almost anything.” One +subject alone was sealed.</p> +<p>“It’s that name.”</p> +<p>“Name?”</p> +<p>“‘Cold Steel.’ How did you get it?”</p> +<p>“It was just pinned on me a few years ago. I’m not +particularly proud of it. I don’t even know the rogue +who gave me the label. And it means nothing.”</p> +<p>“Even your enemies are using it,––and I understand +what it signifies.” She bent her eyes upon him for a +time. “That is, what it signifies to your friends.”</p> +<p>“And to my enemies?”</p> +<p>“More gossip. They say it’s because you’re a gun-man +and a knife-man. Oh, I wish I didn’t have to have +my ears filled with such vicious slander! But it means +the same to enemies as to friends if they would but +admit it. I’ll wait until this rider passes, then I must +go.”</p> +<p>No thought of friends or foes, both, or of any such +person as Ed Sorenson in particular, was in Steele’s +mind as he made answer.</p> +<p>“I’d stand here forever if you didn’t go,” he said, +with a low eagerness that caused her breath to flutter +in spite of herself.</p> +<p>On her part, her mind was whispering, “He means +it, I believe he really means it.” Which caused her to +lift and lower her eyes hurriedly, and feel a peculiar +sense of trepidation and excitement. Odd to state, she, +too, just then had no recollection of any such being as +Ed Sorenson, which was the extreme of unloverliness.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_97' name='page_97'></a>97</span></div> +<p>“Before I do go, I’ve something to tell you,” she +said hurriedly, dropping her voice. “It’s this: the dead +man’s name was”––here her tone went down to a mere +sibilance––“Pete Ortez.”</p> +<p>He leaned forward, once again the hard fierce man +she had seen in Martinez’ office the night of the shooting.</p> +<p>“How did you learn that?”</p> +<p>“It––well, it was let slip inadvertently in my presence.”</p> +<p>Weir would not press her further. Nor was there +need, for the sudden embarrassment on her face and +indeed the information itself could have but one source, +the man who knew, Ed Sorenson.</p> +<p>“You’re the equal of a thousand ordinary friends,” +he declared. “I can make use of that item. Step aside, +please; we’re in the middle of the road.” And he drew +her from in front of the horseman advancing upon +them.</p> +<p>They said nothing, but waited for the man to pass. +But he pulled his mount from a gallop to a trot, and +from a trot to a foot pace, and at last when squarely +even with them came to a full stop. From under his +broad hat brim he silently considered the girl in white +summer dress and the bare-headed engineer.</p> +<p>Then he began to shake with laughter, which lasted +but an instant. So insulting, so sinister was that +noiseless laugh that Janet’s hand had flown to Weir’s +arm, which she nervously clutched. As for Weir, his +limbs stiffened––she felt the tightening of the arm she +grasped––as a tiger’s body grows taut preparatory to +a spring.</p> +<p>The short, fleshy, insolent rider sitting there in the +moonlight was Burkhardt.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_98' name='page_98'></a>98</span></div> +<p>“Ed Sorenson better keep an eye on his little turtledove,” +he remarked. And touching heel to his animal +he swung ahead for town.</p> +<p>For one dazed minute they stared after him.</p> +<p>“Shoot him!” she suddenly said, through shut teeth.</p> +<p>“I haven’t my gun along, or I’d be glad to oblige +you.”</p> +<p>“He deserves killing, the wretch!”</p> +<p>“On more accounts than one,” he replied, quietly.</p> +<p>So quietly and so gravely, in truth, that her gust of +rage subsided before the low-spoken menace of the +words. No quick anger was his but a steady and +deadly purpose. Again she felt the hard-held force, +the mystery of the man, as if flowing suddenly upward +from subterranean channels. What wrong had he +suffered, what undeserved torture at the hands of this +man and others thus to freeze his soul?</p> +<p>But he immediately turned to her, asking, “Does that +upset the broth?”</p> +<p>A wan smile greeted his words.</p> +<p>“I expect it will keep the cook busy, anyway,” she +said.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_99' name='page_99'></a>99</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_X_BY_RIGHT_OF_POSSESSION' id='CHAPTER_X_BY_RIGHT_OF_POSSESSION'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER X</h2> +<h3>BY RIGHT OF POSSESSION</h3> +</div> +<p>Janet Hosmer made no effort to guess what her +fiancé would say when next he called, or to prepare a +defense of explanations and excuses. She was not that +kind. What was necessary to be stated at the proper +time would arise to her lips. Nevertheless she had a +heaviness of heart, a natural distress as to the unpleasantness +in prospect; and had only the slightest hope +that Ed would ignore or refuse to hear Burkhardt’s +story. The man would tell her lover, of that she might +rest assured, out of hatred for the engineer if for no +other reason.</p> +<p>She knew how passionately Ed was set against Steele +Weir, for a score of times she had heard his incensed +opinions, increasing lately to tirades. It had seemed +strange at first that one could be so bitter over a simple +difference like that of who should work at the dam. +But ever since Weir had uttered his hoarse exclamation +regarding her engagement, words so full of protest +and amazed indignation, she was aware the cause +went deeper.</p> +<p>At that moved ejaculation of her companion that +night something, too, had settled on her heart like a +weight––an indefinable foreboding. The anxiety +aroused about Ed’s father and his integrity came to +include Ed likewise. Loyalty of course required that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_100' name='page_100'></a>100</span> +she accept the man she had promised to marry, without +reservations. As between him and others there +should be but one choice. But did she really know +him? Was he simply the open, jolly, generous, upright +adoring fellow he appeared? Or were there less pleasant, +more ignoble sides to his character? Was he, as +well as his father, capable of a mean, unworthy, selfish +persecution of another?</p> +<p>The engineer had made no open accusation against +him––or against any one, for that matter. She had +done her best to get him to express himself, but he had +refused. Enemies he might have, but he would not discuss +the fact beyond admitting it was true. Only at +moments when his restraint slipped could she measure +his feelings. Quite different that from Ed Sorenson’s +voluble, heated denunciations of the other. Yet, +heavens, how appalled this reserved man had been at +hearing of her engagement! Far more than words, far +more than any open charge, did his face and incredulity, +both so patently sincere, bespeak the mistake she +was making and justify gnawing doubts of her lover.</p> +<p>As she approached her home Ed Sorenson came +dashing out to spring into his runabout waiting before +the gate. At sight of her he pulled up short.</p> +<p>“Ah, here you are,” he said.</p> +<p>“Yes, here I am,” was her reply.</p> +<p>“You doubtless know what I’ve been told,” he stated, +significantly.</p> +<p>“No, I don’t. I can only suspect.”</p> +<p>“Is it true you’ve been meeting this man Weir on +the quiet? Meeting him while engaged to me? You +know what I think of him, and what every other respectable +person thinks of him.”</p> +<p>“Was that Mr. Burkhardt’s report? That I am +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_101' name='page_101'></a>101</span> +meeting Mr. Weir on the quiet, to use your words?” +she countered.</p> +<p>Sorenson made an angry gesture at what he considered +an evasion.</p> +<p>“Janet, listen. He said he saw you at the edge of +town, that you were both bare-headed, standing close +together, arms locked. Good heavens, can’t you imagine +my feelings on hearing what he had to say! He +stopped me on the street and drew me aside to put me +on my guard, he said. Burkhardt wouldn’t just make +up a yarn like that against you, and he’s a good friend +of mine. He didn’t say half what he suggested.”</p> +<p>The girl turned her face towards the house, shut her +eyes for an instant. She could picture the rider’s +brutal leering face and unspoken insinuations; and +her brain also placed in the scene her lover greedily if +angrily drinking in the tale. Harkening to it instead +of knocking the man down, that was the worst of it. +Harkening––and believing.</p> +<p>“I’ll not deign to resent your remark of meeting Mr. +Weir ‘on the quiet’,” said she, quietly. “I met him on +the road accidentally.”</p> +<p>“Don’t you think I’m entitled to know something +about it?” he asked, with an edged tone.</p> +<p>“What is it you desire to know?”</p> +<p>Nearly an oath of wrath escaped his mouth, but he +kept his control.</p> +<p>“Janet, you know what kind of a man he is,” he +said. “You know what I feel against him, and father, +and all our friends, and the town. And the whole town, +too, will probably hear of this, with a lot of gossip +added that isn’t true.”</p> +<p>“But I met him accidentally.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_102' name='page_102'></a>102</span></div> +<p>“You didn’t have to chat with him like an old +friend.”</p> +<p>Janet Hosmer gave him a slow, meditative look.</p> +<p>“How do you know how I talked with him?”</p> +<p>“You talked with him. That in itself was too much.”</p> +<p>“I don’t view it in that light,” she responded. “He +was perfectly civil. Whatever public opinion may be +regarding the shooting, I know he killed the man in self-defence. +So that’s nothing against him. You would +have done the same in his place.”</p> +<p>Ed Sorenson leaned towards her.</p> +<p>“You were mistaken, Janet. I’ve said before that I +feared you were, but the prosecuting attorney has witnesses +to the gun-play that he’s dug up. Martinez saw +nothing; how could he from inside the office? And +remember that you’re only a girl, Janet; in the darkness +and with the excitement you were confused. I +haven’t a doubt this scoundrel Weir made you believe +you saw what never occurred, when you appeared in +Martinez’ office. When you’ve thought it over, you’ll +realize that yourself. These new witnesses tell just +the reverse of what you fancied happened. I’m going +to see that you’re away from San Mateo when the +man’s tried, as he will be.”</p> +<p>No reply coming from her, he continued:</p> +<p>“He deceived you then and he’ll endeavor to poison +your mind right along. You’re too trustful. Now, I +was angry at first, but if there was anything in this +meeting to-night that was out of the way, it was his +doing, I know. If he got familiar with you, as Burkhardt +hinted–––”</p> +<p>“Well?”</p> +<p>“I’ll kill the dog with my own hands!”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_103' name='page_103'></a>103</span></div> +<p>“You may rest easy. His conduct was irreproachable, +Mr. Burkhardt to the contrary.”</p> +<p>Sorenson regarded her in perplexity, divided between +anger and doubts. Too, a new feeling unaccountably +sprang into his breast––jealousy. In the +end apprehension all at once filled his mind, darkening +his face and bringing down his brows.</p> +<p>Uneasy as at first he had been after the row in the +restaurant, he had eventually dismissed the matter from +his mind, for no rumor of it had reached San Mateo. +Neither Weir nor Johnson, the girl’s father, had +blabbed of it, so his alarm passed; they didn’t want +to talk of it for the girl’s sake, any more than he +wished it known, was his grinning conclusion. The +deuce would have been to pay if Janet had got wind of +the business. But now his fears came winging back a +hundred-fold as he stared at her.</p> +<p>“What did he say to you?” he asked, in a tense +voice.</p> +<p>“Not that tone with me, if you please.”</p> +<p>Sorenson, however, was past observation of her mood +or temper.</p> +<p>“He told you a lot of lies about me, didn’t he?” he +went on, not hiding the sneer. “And you believed +them.”</p> +<p>“He didn’t say much, but what he did say was to +the point. I don’t recall that there were any lies.”</p> +<p>“There were, of course. It would be just his chance +to give you his made-up story about me and that Johnson +girl. That was what so interested you.”</p> +<p>“No, he didn’t say anything about you and any girl +except me. Then he only said he was sorry he couldn’t +have the pleasure of my friendship–––”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_104' name='page_104'></a>104</span></div> +<p>“Ay-ee,” the other grated. His lips worked above +his teeth.</p> +<p>A shudder passed over Janet Hosmer’s skin at the +sound and the sight, for she had never seen him like +this. A cold hand might have been closing about her +heart: his glare was animal-like and bestial. His nature +at the instant stood unclothed.</p> +<p>“And he said he would be at pains to avoid even +chance meetings with me, because it would make talk +and cause me annoyance.”</p> +<p>“He’ll not meet you another time if I have anything +to say about it.”</p> +<p>“I see. But I wanted you to understand that he +told me no lies, nor repeated any story––about you and +a Johnson girl, I think you said.”</p> +<p>A visible breath of relief lifted his breast. He now +would have been glad for some one to boot him along +the street for ever mentioning the thing. He almost +had put his foot in it. Apparently she was not interested +in seeking further knowledge of the subject that +he so ill-advisedly had brought up. Lucky for him she +hadn’t the inquisitiveness of some girls.</p> +<p>The narrow escape restored a trace of his good +humor, and he was shrewd enough to divert her mind +before the incident made an impression. He reached +out and patted her shoulder.</p> +<p>“Don’t think me a scold, darling,” said he. “Burkhardt +upset me with his news, that was all. He hates +that gun-man so much that it’s no wonder he was angry +at seeing him hoodwink you. He probably imagined a +lot. Just don’t speak to Weir if he tries to stop you +again. And pretty soon we’ll have him where he won’t +interfere with anybody.”</p> +<p>“When will that be?”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_105' name='page_105'></a>105</span></div> +<p>“The county attorney’s still collecting evidence. +Nothing will be done before the grand jury meets, which +is in a couple of weeks. You must arrange to go off +on a visit about that time.”</p> +<p>“Why?”</p> +<p>“So you won’t have to go through the ordeal of +appearing in court. There are ways of fixing such +things.” He laughed softly. “Especially here in San +Mateo County. It’s too rotten a business for you to +have to step into, this murder. Come along down to +the drug store and have some ice cream.”</p> +<p>“Not to-night. I’m feeling a little tired.”</p> +<p>“Then let us rest on your porch. I haven’t seen +you twice in the last week.”</p> +<p>“Some other evening, Ed. I promised father to help +get up his account books.”</p> +<p>“You’re not angry with me?” he asked. “If you’re +not, give me a kiss before I go.”</p> +<p>A sharp smile showed on her lips.</p> +<p>“I’m not angry, but I’m going to penalize you to +that extent. If you must have a cheek to press, go +kiss–––” She paused, while the conviction darted into +his mind that she had remembered that Johnson girl +blunder after all, then said: “Mr. Burkhardt’s cheek.”</p> +<p>Again relief swept him.</p> +<p>“Come, be kind, Janet,” he began. But she was +already through the gate and skipping up the walk, +vanishing in the gloom of the veranda. The screen +door clapped shut. “Peeved, all right. I’ll have to be +extra-nice to her for a day or so until she calms down,” +he murmured to himself. “Must send her a box of +chocolates and some magazines to-morrow to show my +contrite heart; that always gets ’em. Hang it, it’s +time to fix a day, too. We’ve been engaged long +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106' name='page_106'></a>106</span> +enough. She sure has a figure and face––a beaut! I +guess she didn’t smell the booze on my breath. Got to +be careful about that till we’re married.” He jumped +into his car.</p> +<p>The screen door had clapped shut, but Janet had not +entered. She had employed the artifice to convey the +impression it had. She did not wish to go in to her +work just yet, for calm as she had appeared during the +interview her emotions were running full tide. Love +Ed Sorenson? Marry him? She groped for and +dropped into a wicker chair, her head sinking in shame +and self-abasement. Never––never!</p> +<p>And before her mind swam another face, a face with +the hair ruffled about the brow, clear of eyes and +strong-lined, as she had beheld it in the moonlight of +the road.</p> +<p>All at once she tugged at a finger, fiercely pulling +off the engagement ring. She rubbed her cheek as well, +with an angry hand, for the memory of kisses was burning +her as by fire.</p> +<p>Then she sat quite motionless for a long time.</p> +<p>“I’ll just ask father,” she exclaimed. “There can’t +be more than a dozen Johnsons around here.”</p> +<p>Which would have given Ed Sorenson a fresh jolt +in his breathing apparatus if he had overheard, and +shriveled the cocky self-assurance with which he sipped +a high-ball that moment at Vorse’s bar.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_107' name='page_107'></a>107</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XI_JANET_AND_MARY' id='CHAPTER_XI_JANET_AND_MARY'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XI</h2> +<h3>JANET AND MARY</h3> +</div> +<p>In a region as sparsely settled by white people as +San Mateo and its adjoining counties there were not, +as Janet put it, more than a dozen Johnson families. +In fact, there were but two, she learned from her +father: one at Bowenville, the small railroad town of +three hundred people, a merchant with a wife and four +little children; the other a rancher on Terry Creek, +whose wife was dead and who had one child, a girl of +sixteen or seventeen years of age.</p> +<p>“I may be away at dinner time, so don’t wait for +me,” she told her father next morning. “I’m going +out in the country a few miles––and you know my car! +If you’d just let me squeeze some of these patients who +never pay, you could have a new car yourself.”</p> +<p>“Mine’s all right,” he smiled.</p> +<p>“But mine isn’t. Look at it. You gave it to me +only because you scorned to ride in it any longer yourself. +It would do for me, you said, but you prance +around in a bright shiny one yourself. I blush at the +row mine makes; sounds like a boiler factory; I drive +only along side streets. If the patients would pay +what they owe, I could ride like a lady instead of a +slinking magpie.”</p> +<p>The doctor leaned back in his chair and laughed +(they were at breakfast) and remarked that old friends +were best.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108' name='page_108'></a>108</span></div> +<p>“Don’t call my asthmatic tin beast a friend; we’re +bitter enemies,” said she.</p> +<p>It carried her to Terry Creek about noon, however, +safely enough, whither she went with a firm resolution +that crushed a certain embarrassment and anxiety. +Suppose these people resented her inquiries.</p> +<p>She placed the bearded, tanned rancher at once, when +she saw him working on a piece of harness before the +door as she drove up. She had seen him in town at different +times. She once had stopped here, too, several +years previous when accompanying her father, who had +been called to dress the rancher’s injured hand. The +girl could not have been over twelve or thirteen then, +a shabby, awkward girl wearing a braid who came out +to gaze shyly at her sitting in the car.</p> +<p>Johnson arose from the ground and approached as +she alighted, while the girl’s head popped into sight +at the door.</p> +<p>“I’m Dr. Hosmer’s daughter, Janet,” she stated, putting +out her hand and smiling. “I’ve come to see you +on a matter. Shall we go into the house?”</p> +<p>With curiosity sharing a vague hostility in his bearing +he led her in, where his daughter was setting the +table. Janet also told the girl who she was. At once +dismay and startlement greeted the announcement. +But she invited Janet to be seated, she herself withdrawing +to a spot by the stove.</p> +<p>No need for Janet to beat about the bush with her +errand.</p> +<p>“Mr. Johnson,” she said, “I’ve come to you and +your daughter for a little help if you can give it.” +That seemed the best way to break down their reserve, +an appeal rather than simply blunt questions––and +what was it if not an appeal? “What I have to say is +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_109' name='page_109'></a>109</span> +just among the three of us and I know it will go no +farther. You’re acquainted with my father; he’s respected +by every one.”</p> +<p>“He is,” Johnson stated, nodding.</p> +<p>“The situation is this, to speak plainly: last night +I heard something that has caused me to come to you +for information; I’m engaged to Ed Sorenson, and in +a moment of anger he denounced Mr. Weir, the engineer +at the dam, for having told me a false story––lies––about +him and your daughter.”</p> +<p>Janet perceived the quick, troubled look exchanged +by man and girl.</p> +<p>“Mr. Weir has never mentioned your daughter’s +name in my hearing; I think him incapable of discussing +any one maliciously. He’s very careful of what +he says. I consider him a very honorable man. At any +rate, he said nothing of what Ed Sorenson suggested, +and if the latter himself hadn’t spoken of the thing +I should have had no inkling that there had been anything +justifying an inquiry on my part. There may +not be. But why should he imagine Mr. Weir had told +me ‘lies’ linking him and your daughter?”</p> +<p>“I know Weir––and I know Ed Sorenson, too,” was +the rancher’s grim rejoinder.</p> +<p>“This is a disagreeable subject, I know. But I’m +not here out of mere curiosity, but a desire to learn if +something has been concealed from me by Ed Sorenson +that I should be informed of. His manner, his +words, the whole incident has filled me with doubts. +See, I’m trusting you absolutely.” And she extended +a hand in a gesture bespeaking sincerity.</p> +<p>Johnson peered at her in silence from under shaggy +brows.</p> +<p>“I ask myself why Mr. Sorenson took it for granted +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_110' name='page_110'></a>110</span> +that the engineer had been telling me false stories and +if there was any ground for such fears,” she went on. +“He had nothing to be afraid of, no matter what might +be said, if he had done nothing unworthy. I can’t +imagine Mr. Weir, for instance, being alarmed in that +way.”</p> +<p>“They’re telling plenty of lies about him, for that +matter, but I guess it doesn’t worry him any,” Johnson +said.</p> +<p>“What I ask you touches a delicate subject, perhaps,” +Janet continued, reluctantly. “You may feel +that I’m pushing in where I’m not concerned. But if +Mr. Sorenson has done anything discreditable––if he +has acted in a way to make me ashamed when I know, +then it becomes a matter affecting my happiness too. +I would never marry a man who had done something +dishonorable, for if I did so knowingly I should be dishonored +and dishonorable as well.”</p> +<p>Johnson suddenly thrust a brown forefinger at her.</p> +<p>“Do you want to know what Sorenson did?” he demanded, +wrathfully.</p> +<p>Janet gripped her hands together. “Yes.”</p> +<p>“You’ll not go spreading it all around the country? +But I guess you won’t as long as it would make you +out a fool too. I’ll not have Mary’s name dragged +about in a lot of gossip.”</p> +<p>“I assure you I shall remain silent, for her sake and +my own.”</p> +<p>“All right, I’ll tell you. You’re too good a girl––any +decent girl is––to marry Ed Sorenson. He met +Mary at a dance last spring in town where she went +with some friends of ours, and made love to her but +wouldn’t let her tell me or any one. We don’t get to +town so very often; she never knew he was engaged +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_111' name='page_111'></a>111</span> +to marry you, there never happening to be any mention +of it to her. Then he got her to go to Bowenville +one day awhile ago, under promise to marry her there––Mary +is only sixteen, a little girl yet. To me, anyway.”</p> +<p>Janet felt the working of his love in those simple +words. Felt it but half-consciously, though, for her +own soul was stifling at Ed Sorenson’s revealed infamy.</p> +<p>“When he got her there, he told her they would have +to go away farther to be married––to Los Angeles.” +Again his finger came up, this time to be shaken at her +like a hammer. “He never intended to marry her; he +planned to get her there, ruin her, and cast her off. +That’s the sort of man you’re going to marry!”</p> +<p>“I remember he expected to be away for a couple of +weeks––a business trip, he said. But afterwards he explained +that it hadn’t been necessary to go.”</p> +<p>“A business trip! Yes, the dirty kind of business +he likes. And if it hadn’t been that Weir heard him +explaining to Mary that she must go on and interfered––there +in the restaurant––Ed Sorenson might have +succeeded. Mary trusted him, thought he was straight. +But he’s crooked, crooked as his old man. When Weir +told him to his face what he thought of his tricks, he +let it out he was engaged to you. Didn’t mean to, of +course. Weir said he would stay right with them and +see that they got married next day before a minister, +then Sorenson snapped out he was to marry you. That +opened Mary’s eyes, that and his refusing to go before +a preacher as the engineer demanded. So Weir brought +her home to me.</p> +<p>“And that isn’t all I know,” he snarled. “Mexicans +and cowboys and others have talked––women don’t +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_112' name='page_112'></a>112</span> +hear these things––how he’s had to pay Mexicans hush-money +for girls of theirs he’s wronged. But what do +people care? He’s rich, he’s old man Sorenson’s boy; +everything’s kept quiet; and he goes around as big as +life.” With a muttered oath he turned away, his lips +shut hard and his beard sticking out savagely.</p> +<p>He came back to her again.</p> +<p>“The young one gets it from the old one,” he exclaimed. +“Bad crooked blood in both of them. I +know. I’ve been here ever since I was a boy and remember +things Sorenson believes every one has forgotten, +I know how he got his start, how he and the +rest of his bunch cleaned out Dent of his ranch and +cattle gambling and then killed him when he discovered +they had used marked cards, how at the same time they +robbed another man–––”</p> +<p>Janet struggled to her feet. She had covered her +eyes and bowed her head before the torrent of his vehemence.</p> +<p>“No more, I want to hear no more,” she gasped. +“Let me go home. I’m sick.”</p> +<p>“It all makes me sick, too,” he answered. “Sick +and sore, both. But it’s the truth. I’m sorry if it’s +been a bad pill to swallow, but it’s the God’s truth, +girl. I’m sorry it couldn’t be any other way, but I +wouldn’t see you marry that scoundrel if I lost a hand +stopping you. Mary felt sick at first, too; she’s over +it now. You’ll not feel bad long. Better stay for dinner +with us.”</p> +<p>“I couldn’t swallow a bite. Thank you for your +kindness in asking me––and for telling me what I +wanted to know, too. Father never knew, or he would +have warned me. People saw I was engaged to Ed +Sorenson and would say nothing to father, of course. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_113' name='page_113'></a>113</span> +I shall always count you as one of my best friends, Mr. +Johnson. And you too, Mary; you must come down +and stay with me sometime, for I imagine you get lonely +here. No, another day I’ll remain to dinner––and I +want to be alone now.”</p> +<p>They pressed her no further, seeing her wretchedness +of spirit. But they walked with her to the car and +shook hands with her when she was in and urged her to +come again.</p> +<p>When she had disappeared in the aspens among +which the trail led, Mary said to her father:</p> +<p>“You said they killed a man named Dent.”</p> +<p>“They did. I saw the killing.”</p> +<p>“And nothing was ever done about it?”</p> +<p>“No. Nobody but me knew of the happening and +I’d of had a bullet through my heart if I’d talked. I +might yet even now, so see that you keep your mouth +shut.”</p> +<p>“You told her.”</p> +<p>“I was mad, so mad I could say anything. But she +isn’t the kind to repeat the story; I’m not afraid on +that score. She’s clean strain all through.”</p> +<p>“Did you know the man whom Sorenson and the +others killed?” Mary questioned, in some awe.</p> +<p>“I knew of him, but I was only a lad then. I saw it +all through the back door of Vorse’s saloon where it +happened, but I’ve never breathed about it to a soul. I +didn’t want to be murdered some dark night. Those +four men would see that the job was done quick even +now, I’m saying, if they were on to the fact. I know +’em, if nobody else does.”</p> +<p>Mary’s skin crawled with prickles of fear.</p> +<p>“They must be awful bad.”</p> +<p>“They were devils then, and I don’t think they’ve +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_114' name='page_114'></a>114</span> +changed to angels to-day, though they try to appear +decent. I know ’em; I know what they’ll do once they +start. You can’t make sheep out of wolves just by +giving ’em a fleece.”</p> +<p>“You said they robbed another man at the same time +they killed that Dent.”</p> +<p>“Yes; and it only goes to show the hellish crooks +they are. It was another man in the saloon. He was +drunk. They made him believe he had killed Dent. +Then said they’d help him to get away if he gave them +his property. He was a rich fellow who had come out +from the east and gone to ranching, a tenderfoot. +They took his stuff and he skipped the country with his +wife. That was the last of him, and I reckon he believes +to this day that he’s a murderer. And that’s how +they got the start of their wealth, or a big part of it, +Sorenson and Vorse and the other two. They’ve got +the San Mateo Cattle Company, with fifty thousand +head of steers, and ten or twenty bands of sheeps and +ranches, and the bank, and all the rest, and they walk +around like honest men. But they’re thieves and murderers, +Mary, thieves and murderers! I’d rather be +the man I am, poor and with nothing but this little +mortgaged piece of ground and my few cattle, than +them, who robbed Dent and killed him and then robbed +and drove out Weir.”</p> +<p>“Was that the other man’s name?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“That’s funny. The same as the man who brought +me home.”</p> +<p>“There are lots of Weirs, like the Johnsons.”</p> +<p>“Not so many, I guess. Maybe they’re related. Did +the man who skipped have any children?”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_115' name='page_115'></a>115</span></div> +<p>“No. None I ever heard of, though I didn’t know +much about him. Just him and his wife, I think.”</p> +<p>Johnson had perceived no resemblance between the +engineer and the vanished man of whom he spoke. As +for that, however, he had no clear recollection of the +elder Weir’s face; he was but twelve years old at +the time of the dramatic event, thirty years before.</p> +<p>“Now, come along and eat,” he said. “And remember! +Not a word of this to a soul.”</p> +<p>Meanwhile Janet Hosmer was driving slowly down +the canyon, oblivious that opportunity to unlock the +whole mystery had been hers, never dreaming that she +had just missed by the slenderest margin what Steele +Weir would have given the world to know.</p> +<p>For an instant Fate had placed the key in her hand. +She knew it not; it was withdrawn again and the door +remained closed and locked while the threads of Destiny +continued to be spun.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_116' name='page_116'></a>116</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XII_THE_PLOT' id='CHAPTER_XII_THE_PLOT'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XII</h2> +<h3>THE PLOT</h3> +</div> +<p>In Vorse’s saloon, where in the past so many evil +ideas for the acquisition of money or power had +sprouted, the scheme had its inception. It had been +of slow growth, with innumerable suggestions considered, +tested, discarded. The intended arrest and trial +of Weir had been the first aim; but this had expanded +until at last the plot had become of really magnificent +proportions, cunning yet daring, devilish enough even +to satisfy the hate and greed of its originators, consummate +in design, absolutely safe and conclusive.</p> +<p>It was Sorenson who conceived the notion of pulling +the irrigation project down in ruins at the moment of +Weir’s own fall. Judge Gordon a few days later had +pieced out the method, which was either to corrupt the +workmen to wreck dam and camp or to place them in +the equivocal position of having done so apparently +though others did it in fact. Vorse and Burkhardt devised +the details. Weir should be left free until the +blow had fallen on the camp, whereupon he should be +immediately clapped into jail on the murder charge, +which, coming on top of the “riot,” would paralyze all +company action and work. From such a crushing +double-blow no concern could quickly recover, if indeed +the loss did not result in total cessation of construction.</p> +<p>Thus shedding their coats of expedient lawfulness, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_117' name='page_117'></a>117</span> +they reverted under the menace of Steele Weir’s presence +to the men they were in an earlier age––an age +when a few white land and cattle “barons” dominated +the region, predatory, arrogant, masterful and despotic; +the age just ceasing when the elder Weir and +Dent arrived; the age of their youth forty years before, +the age when railroads and telegraphs and law were +remote, and chicanery and force were the common +agents, and “guns” the final arbiters.</p> +<p>To them Weir was like a reincarnated spirit of that +age. He guessed if he did not know their past. He +had appeared in order to challenge their supremacy, +end their rule, avenge his father’s dispossession at their +hands. He instinctively and by nature was an enemy; +he would have been their enemy in any other place and +under any other circumstances. He was a head-hunter, +and in turn was to be hunted down. He was the kind +who neither made compromises nor asked quarter. He +veiled his purposes in as great secrecy as did they, and +when he struck it would be suddenly, fiercely, mercilessly––if +he struck. They were determined he should +not strike, being himself first surprised and crushed, for +though in ignorance of what he could bring against +them their fears were real. Everything, indeed, about +the man antagonized them, alarmed them, stirred their +hate and filmed their eyes with blood. He must be +destroyed.</p> +<p>“And with him the dam,” Sorenson had said. “Both +together.” For there was no effort to conceal among +themselves their savage intention.</p> +<p>“He’ll never come to trial,” Vorse remarked, with a +malignant gleam in his blue eyes and a shutting of his +thin lips. “An attempted jail delivery by ‘friends’ +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118' name='page_118'></a>118</span> +will fix that. All they will have to do then is to buy him +a pine box.”</p> +<p>“If the man had but stayed away!” Judge Gordon +exclaimed. Cunning, not force, was his forte; and the +measures in prospect at times had oppressed him with +dreadful forebodings. He was growing old, feeble, and +here when he was entitled to peace he still had to fight +for his own.</p> +<p>In accordance with the scheme Burkhardt vanished +from San Mateo for a time, ostensibly on business but +in fact on a journey across the Mexican line, where he +conducted negotiations with a certain “revoluçionista” +of no particular notoriety as yet, of avaricious character, +unscrupulous nature, and with a small following +of fellow bandits and a large animosity for Americans. +His ambition was to emulate the brilliant Villa. But +pickings had been poor of late, no more than that of +stealing a few horses from across the border. To +Burkhardt, who had heard of him and sought him out, +he listened with interest and bargained with zest. Five +thousand in gold for fifty men was like pearls from +Paradise. And whatever this Yankee’s own private +purpose, it was a chance for the chieftain to strike +secretly and safely at Americans, in addition.</p> +<p>“They will come through in squads after they’ve +slipped across the line,” Burkhardt reported. “They’re +to pose as laborers.”</p> +<p>“When?” Sorenson asked.</p> +<p>“Along next week. They’re to drop off down along +the railroad at different towns and I’ll run them up +into the mountains with some grub. Then we’ll assemble +them quietly a couple miles off from the dam, +where they’ll be handy on the chosen night. Afterwards +we’ll slip them back to the railroad, and they +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_119' name='page_119'></a>119</span> +fade into Mexico. Weir’s workmen will be drunk and +rowing––and will have done the job, eh?” Burkhardt +shook with suppressed, evil laughter.</p> +<p>“If they’re drunk, they may join in and help,” Judge +Gordon stated, acutely. “A mob full of whiskey will +do anything. If they did take a hand, it would round +out the case against them perfectly. Very likely next +day they, too, would fade, as you put it, Burkhardt; +they would want to get out of this part of country as +quickly as possible when they realized what had happened. +I see no flaw in our plan. Fortunately the +three directors who are coming will be gone by the end +of next week.”</p> +<p>“What’s that? What directors?” Burkhardt asked.</p> +<p>“They’re to be here on an inspection trip, so they +wrote, and will be pleased to hear our complaints in +regard to the question of workmen.” Gordon’s tone +was ironical. “I wrote them protesting Weir’s discharge +of our people, you remember, but that was some +time ago.”</p> +<p>“What’s the use of paying attention to the fools +now?”</p> +<p>“We must carry out the farce, Burkhardt, for the +sake of appearances.”</p> +<p>“I’d like to blow them up along with their dam!” was +the scowling rejoinder, “Well, let ’em inspect. Next +time they come back there won’t be any.”</p> +<p>“I believe we should arrest Weir before the thing’s +pulled off,” Gordon said, meditatively. “It would be +surer.”</p> +<p>Sorenson set his heavy jaw.</p> +<p>“No. I want him to see the wreck; I want him to +know just what’s happened before he’s haled away; I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_120' name='page_120'></a>120</span> +want him feeling good and sick already when he gets +the next jolt.”</p> +<p>“Sure. It’s him or us, as I’ve said from the first; +and I’ve always believed in making a clean sweep,” +Vorse remarked. “We have the right line this time. +First, make his men drunk and sore; then smash the +works; then arrest him quick; and last finish him off +with a bullet during a pretended jail delivery.”</p> +<p>“There will be elements of danger in the last,” Judge +Gordon stated, cautiously.</p> +<p>Vorse smiled and Burkhardt grinned.</p> +<p>“Not so you’ll notice it,” said the latter. “The town +won’t know anything about it until afterwards. Just a +few good men at night, masked and working fast, and +the thing is done.”</p> +<p>“I’ll not feel easy till it’s over.”</p> +<p>“Keep up your nerve, Judge,” Burkhardt grunted. +“You used to be as lively as anybody when you were +young.”</p> +<p>“I know, I know. But this Weir isn’t going to stand +idle. If he ever gets a chance with his gun–––”</p> +<p>“He won’t get it,” said Vorse.</p> +<p>“And he’ll not resist the sheriff when Madden arrests +him legally,” Sorenson added. “Nothing could +be better for us than if he did. He knows that.”</p> +<p>“Still I’ll be glad when next week is past,” the Judge +replied, with a sigh.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_121' name='page_121'></a>121</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XIII_THE_CURRENT_OF_EVENTS' id='CHAPTER_XIII_THE_CURRENT_OF_EVENTS'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2> +<h3>THE CURRENT OF EVENTS</h3> +</div> +<p>Though outwardly the world’s face was as calm as +ever, though peace seemed to bask on San Mateo and +the broad mesa and lofty mountain range, events were +rapidly shaping themselves to bring a thunder crash +of contending forces. Not Weir, not even the little +evil cabal plotting so desperately against him, guessed +the scope and power of the passions to be released.</p> +<p>As a vital impulse towards the climax, though an +unconscious one on her part so far as the general play +of circumstance was concerned, Janet Hosmer informed +Ed Sorenson of her determination to break +their engagement. This was the same evening she returned +from the Johnson ranch, when he called at her +telephoned request. He went to her home under the +impression that his box of candy and bundle of new +magazines had restored him to favor. He was very +jaunty, in fact, and bent on persuading her to name +an early day for their nuptials.</p> +<p>Imagine his wrath when she explained that she +wished to say that she could not marry him, at the +same time handing him his ring and the other trinkets +he had bestowed upon her.</p> +<p>“Is it because of our little spat last night about the +engineer?” he demanded. “I apologized, Janet. I’m +sorry still, and I love you above everything else.”</p> +<p>“I think not,” said she.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_122' name='page_122'></a>122</span></div> +<p>“But I do, Janet. Above everything.”</p> +<p>“No, not above yourself and your vices. You deceived +me for a long time, but now I know the truth. +You aroused my suspicions when you mentioned a Johnson +girl; there’s only one Johnson girl hereabouts, as I +learned; and this noon I visited her and her father. +They informed me fully about your conduct towards +Mary at Bowenville and your promises to marry her––that, +when you were engaged to me. There are other +things I heard to-day. Of affairs with Mexican girls +that are shameful.”</p> +<p>“Lies, lies!” was the passionate disclaimer. “Or if +I have been flirting a little, and never since my engagement, +it’s no more than any fellow does.”</p> +<p>“You can neither excuse nor justify your words and +actions towards Mary Johnson not a month ago.”</p> +<p>“They’re liars, I tell you.”</p> +<p>“Will you confront them and say that?”</p> +<p>Taken by surprise Sorenson hesitated, flushed, and +then made a gesture of disdain.</p> +<p>“I’ll not, because I’ll not condescend to answer such +baseless charges,” he stated. “I thought you had sense +enough not to believe every little thing you hear. Certainly +I expect you not to believe this, and I know you +won’t on consideration. Then we’ll be married. I came +here to-night to urge you to marry me soon.”</p> +<p>“I’ll never marry you, and we’re no longer engaged. +You’ve acted faithlessly and dishonorably. You’re not +the decent man I thought you were.”</p> +<p>“Don’t you still love me, Janet?”</p> +<p>“No. I don’t think I ever loved you; I was loving a +man who didn’t exist, an illusion I imagined to be Ed +Sorenson, not your real self. If I loved at all, which +I now doubt! And you never loved me, though you +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_123' name='page_123'></a>123</span> +may think you did and still do. But it’s not so; for no +man who really loved a respectable girl could at the +same time do what you did. Think of it! While pretending +to love me, you were secretly trying to inveigle +that poor ignorant girl away from home. You’re not +a man; you’re a beast. The shame and disgust and +humiliation I suffer at the thought of my position during +that time, your effort to hoodwink both Mary +Johnson and me, so fills me with anger I can’t talk to +you. Go, go! And please don’t even speak to me +hereafter, on the street or anywhere else.”</p> +<p>Instead of departing the man grasped her wrist and +gave her a venomous look.</p> +<p>“It was this sneak of an engineer, after all, who +told you this lie and turned you against me,” he +snarled.</p> +<p>“Let me go. Mr. Weir said nothing. It was you +yourself who betrayed yourself, or I should not have +known as I do, thank heavens. Stop holding my +wrist!”</p> +<p>For an instant Sorenson wavered between whether +he should obey her command or strike her as his rage +prompted. A very devil of passion beating in his +breast urged him to show her her place, deal with her +as he would like to do and as she deserved––throw +her down and drag her by the hair until she crawled +forward and clasped his knees in subjection. But the +look in her eyes cooled this half-insane, whiskey-inspired +desire.</p> +<p>He took his hand off her wrist, picked up his hat.</p> +<p>“You can’t throw me down this way,” he sneered. +“You’re going to marry me just the same, whether you +think so or not. I have a voice in this engagement, +and you can’t break your word and promise to me +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_124' name='page_124'></a>124</span> +because it happens to strike your fancy. Not for a +single minute!”</p> +<p>“If you were a gentleman and a decent man you +wouldn’t say that.”</p> +<p>“I’m not either, by your judgment, so I do say it. +I say it again: you’re going to marry me, willingly or +unwillingly. Now if after thinking it over, you want +to forget all this and go on as before, all right. If not, +our engagement still holds just the same. You may release +me, but I haven’t released you. Remember that. +And keep away from that engineer if you know what’s +best for you!”</p> +<p>With a scowl he stalked out of the house, leaving a +very angry, very tremulous and very heart-sick girl. +The fellow was in truth not a man, she perceived, but a +creature so conscienceless and loathsome that she +seemed contaminated through and through by his +touch, his words, and their previous relations. How +grossly he had deceived her as to his real character! +What a horrible future as his wife she had escaped! +Nor was she yet free, for he promised to make an infinity +of trouble.</p> +<p>That day she could do nothing. Her father noting +her face asked what was the trouble, and she told him +the whole affair.</p> +<p>“I’ve heard rumors of late about him and was worried,” +he said. “You did the only thing, of course. +Pay no attention to his words; I’ll see he doesn’t annoy +you.”</p> +<p>It was three or four days afterwards that she called +Weir up at the dam in a desire to hear the voice of a +man she knew to be straight and upright.</p> +<p>“I’ve wondered if a girl is allowed to look at your +dam,” she said on impulse, when they had chatted for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_125' name='page_125'></a>125</span> +a moment. “Father, who was at your camp to attend +an injured man, says you’re making famous progress.”</p> +<p>“I’d be more than delighted to show you the work. +But––I wonder–––”</p> +<p>“Don’t let what people say disturb you,” she replied +quickly, divining his thought. “I’ve arranged all +that.” A somewhat obscure remark to Weir.</p> +<p>“Then come any time––and often. I hope to be able +to conduct you around, the first visit at least. Next +week I may not be able to do so as a committee of +directors arrive who’ll take my time.”</p> +<p>“Oh, indeed,” Janet answered, politely.</p> +<p>“A manager has to be directed occasionally, or he +may run wild,” she heard, with his laugh.</p> +<p>“I’ll come before they do,” she said.</p> +<p>Quite as she had announced she did run up to the +canyon and go with Weir over the hillsides and dam, +asking questions and displaying a great interest in the +men and the operation of the machinery. The concrete +work was nearing an end. Already tracks were +laid for the dump trams that were to carry dirt from +steam-shovels to the dam to form its main body.</p> +<p>She perceived the immense labor of the project and +the coördinated effort required. The necessity in itself +of dragging hither from Bowenville all of the supplies, +the material, the huge machines, was overwhelming. +The responsibility of combining scientific knowledge +and raw industry to an exact result struck her as +prodigious. The handling of hundreds of subordinate +workmen and assistants of various grades and skill demanded +exceptional ability, understanding, will and +generalship. Yet these things the man at her side, +Steele Weir, accomplished and supplied; and appeared +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_126' name='page_126'></a>126</span> +quite calm and unmoved about it, as if it was all a matter +of course.</p> +<p>She glanced at the ground, flushing. The thought +of Ed Sorenson, making only a pretense of doing anything +useful and because his father was rich doing +nothing in reality but waste himself in vicious practices, +was in her mind. What must have the engineer +believed of her all this while when he knew Sorenson’s +true nature and infamous record? Did he suppose her +a light-headed feather, indifferent to everything except +that her husband should be rich? Very likely. There +were plenty of girls of that type. He naturally would +suppose her one.</p> +<p>And she could say nothing to put herself in a better +light and to gain his respect––for that she now desired +greatly. She saw him as he was, a big man, a strong +man, a man whose respect was to be prized. Beside +him she felt herself small and ordinary. That was all +right, but she was determined he should not believe +her insignificant, shallow, unworthy, mercenary.</p> +<p>While she could not explain matters openly without +shaming herself and still lowering herself in his +estimation, he being only an acquaintance, yet there +were ways of getting at the end. Janet could act +adroitly, like most women, when it best served the purpose.</p> +<p>“Do you know, I just learned from friends of yours +on Terry Creek that you’re a public benefactor as well +as an engineer,” she stated, when they paused on the +hillside for a last look at the dam.</p> +<p>“I?” he exclaimed.</p> +<p>His eyes came around and found hers fixed on him.</p> +<p>“I happened to stop at the Johnson ranch. They +didn’t say so, but I know they would be pleased to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_127' name='page_127'></a>127</span> +death if you would go to dinner there some day. They +have some fine fat chickens, if you like chicken fried +or baked, and they hesitate to ask you only because +they’re afraid you’ll refuse.”</p> +<p>“Fried chicken is my weakness. Of course I’ll go; +at the first spare chance.”</p> +<p>But all the while Steele Weir’s mind was eddying +with wonderment. He had colored at mention of the +Johnson ranch, as if he had been caught with a hand in +a jam pot. And it meant only one thing: she knew of +the Bowenville episode. Involuntarily his eyes flashed +to her left hand with which she was brushing back the +hair under her hat brim. There was no diamond solitaire +on its third finger. Surely, something had happened.</p> +<p>“Well, I must be returning home. I just thought I’d +give you a tiny hint,” said she. An odd smile rested +on her lips as she spoke, for hints may carry multiple +suggestions.</p> +<p>“By Jove!” Weir said suddenly.</p> +<p>Man of action though she knew him to be, she never +anticipated he would or could act so directly. He +reached out and seized her left hand and scanned it +significantly. Then he raised his eyes.</p> +<p>“What does this mean?” he asked, tapping the finger +with one of his own. “Does this mean–––”</p> +<p>It was Janet’s turn to become scarlet. She tried +to smile again, but it was a wavering smile that appeared.</p> +<p>“What does what mean?” she fenced.</p> +<p>“That––well, that the ring is off permanently?”</p> +<p>“Oh, yes.”</p> +<p>“And that there’s now a chance for me?”</p> +<p>Janet’s eyes at that popped open very wide indeed. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_128' name='page_128'></a>128</span> +Meanwhile Weir still held to the palm resting in +his own.</p> +<p>“You?” she breathed, faintly.</p> +<p>“Me, yes.”</p> +<p>Presently with a gentle movement she drew her hand +free. She had been quite dumbfounded, but not so +dumbfounded that she did not realize that this new situation +had requirements of its own. He appeared absolutely +sincere and resolute.</p> +<p>“But I never dreamed of such a thing!” she stammered.</p> +<p>“Nor I––because until now I hadn’t the right. All +I ask is that you give me your friendship––and a +chance––and––well, we’ll see.”</p> +<p>“There’s no reason why we shouldn’t be friends,” +said she. “We are already, aren’t we?”</p> +<p>“Yes––now. I never actually thought so before.”</p> +<p>“Things have changed,” she stated. And her lips +closed with a firm pressure as she spoke. “Or I +shouldn’t have been here inspecting the dam, should +I?” Again the smile flashed upon her face. “You may +consider this a preliminary inspection to that of your +high and mighty directors, and I assure you my verdict––is +that the word?––is favorable. Now I must be +going to the car. Father likes his meals on time.”</p> +<p>“And when shall I see you again?”</p> +<p>The note of eagerness in his voice set her heart +moving a bit faster. If he carried on his engineering +work as he did his friendship, no wonder he got things +done.</p> +<p>“Why, when you wish to call, Mr. Weir. Both +father and I shall be pleased to have you come any +time.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_129' name='page_129'></a>129</span></div> +<p>“I’ll certainly avail myself of the privilege,” said +he. “You must really go now?”</p> +<p>With a feeling of exaltation at this new turn of +affairs he watched her drive away from camp, a feeling +that persisted during the succeeding days.</p> +<p>The three directors arrived. That was Thursday +evening; and Friday and Saturday were devoted to a +discussion of construction plans, inspection of the +works, analysis of costs and so on. Weir found the +men what he expected: quick to comprehend facts, incisive +of mind, and though of course not engineers yet +able to measure results; while they on their part were +appreciative of the exceptional progress made and of +his thorough command of the project. They knew +the first hour that the right manager was in charge +at last.</p> +<p>Saturday afternoon Sorenson and Judge Gordon +called at headquarters, by appointment, to discuss the +grievance held locally against the company. Weir was +present at the meeting.</p> +<p>“As to whether the Mexican workmen who were discharged +were actually giving a full return in work for +the wages, as you maintain, gentlemen,” said Mr. Pollock, +one of the directors and a corporation lawyer +from New York, in reply to the visitors’ statement, +“that is a question not of opinion but of fact.”</p> +<p>“Fact, yes,” Judge Gordon argued. “Fact supported +by the evidence of the three hundred workmen +against that of a single man, your manager, who +had just come.”</p> +<p>“Are not your three hundred men prejudiced witnesses?” +the New Yorker inquired, a slight smile upon +his thin face.</p> +<p>“No more than is Mr. Weir.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_130' name='page_130'></a>130</span></div> +<p>“But Mr. Weir is the manager and consequently has +the power of decision in such matters.”</p> +<p>“Not to the extent of revoking unfairly your promise, +given orally, to be sure, but still given, to employ +local labor.” Sorenson was the speaker and his heavy +face wore an expression of ill-disguised contempt.</p> +<p>“Agreed. Local labor was to be hired,” said Pollock. +“But our company isn’t a philanthropic institution; +it’s run on strictly business principles. Any +agreement we made implied that local workmen should +give exactly what other workmen would give in work.”</p> +<p>“They did so,” Judge Gordon affirmed.</p> +<p>“There was no trouble until this man came,” Sorenson +remarked. “I suppose he felt that he had to show +his authority.”</p> +<p>“Ah, but there was if not trouble at any rate dissatisfaction +on our part,” Pollock stated, tapping a +finger on the table. “Construction wasn’t progressing +as we knew it should, which was the very reason for +getting a new manager, one who could speed it up. +But as I said, it all comes down to a question of fact. +You gentlemen offer your workmen’s avowals of industry +to support your claim; Mr. Weir, on the other +hand, gives us some definite records to back up his side. +Here they are for the last week the workmen from San +Mateo and neighborhood worked––his first week here; +and for the succeeding weeks under the men shipped in; +in material used, in cubic yards of concrete construction, +and in percentage of work finished. Examine +them if you please. They show daily and weekly results +to be just a trifle less than double for the corresponding +time the imported workmen have been here. +In other words, the new men have, while shortening the +time of completion, given twice as much work for exactly +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_131' name='page_131'></a>131</span> +the same wage paid your Mexicans. In other words, +too, your local laborers cancelled our agreement by +their own incompetence.”</p> +<p>“Your manager could easily have doctored those records,” +Sorenson stated, coldly.</p> +<p>“You scarcely mean that, sir,” Pollock instantly replied +icily, his amiability vanishing.</p> +<p>“Come, Judge, we may as well go, I think. We’re +appealing to a prejudiced court.” And Sorenson +arose.</p> +<p>“Our decision to view the matter like Mr. Weir is because +his position is sustained by these facts, not because +we’re prejudiced, as you insinuate. But I may +add that it would not be strange if we were prejudiced, +as we’ve become convinced that you gentlemen haven’t +been sincere in your attitude towards our company and +if anything are strongly hostile. Any one may be deceived +for a time, and we were, but not permanently. +You would have done much better to have recognized +that we have a perfect right to build this project on +land that we bought and with water that we acquired. +For it will be built in any case and in spite of such +local opposition as may be made.” Pollock flicked the +ash from his cigar with a careful finger. “That is a +mere piece of information or a declaration of war, +whichever way you wish to take it.”</p> +<p>“I told you we were wasting our time coming here,” +the cattleman said to his companion.</p> +<p>“Good day, gentlemen,” said Judge Gordon, politely.</p> +<p>And the pair went out to Sorenson’s machine.</p> +<p>Shortly after, the two other directors left to catch +a train at Bowenville, Pollock planning to stay with +Weir to formulate a report during the next day or two +for presentation to the entire directorate at its next +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_132' name='page_132'></a>132</span> +meeting. Sorenson caught a glimpse of the car whirling +through town, with Weir at the wheel, who with +Pollock accompanied the departing men that certain +unsettled points might be discussed up to the last moment.</p> +<p>As Weir and Pollock were returning, the latter eyed +the engineer and laughed.</p> +<p>“You’ve evidently brushed these fellows’, Sorenson’s +and Gordon’s, fur the wrong way to please them. But +they’ll probably leave us alone from now on.”</p> +<p>“They’ll not leave me alone.”</p> +<p>“Eh? How’s that?”</p> +<p>“Well, I have, as it happens, a little trouble with +them on my own hook. A private matter antedating +the building of the dam. They’re after me. I had to +put a piece of lead into a fellow who tried to kill me +from the dark one night. I speak of it in case you +should be told and wonder; otherwise I should not have +mentioned the thing. I’m not popular in San Mateo, +in consequence.”</p> +<p>“Ah, I had heard nothing of that. It interests me. +You were not touched.”</p> +<p>“My hat, that was all.”</p> +<p>“Very interesting, very interesting, indeed,” was +Pollock’s only comment. But if his tone was casual, +his eyes were busy in sidelong study of the engineer, +making a new appraisal and drawing fresh conclusions.</p> +<p>Meanwhile several knots were being tied in the web +of circumstance. Sorenson took his telephone and conversed +briefly with Vorse, passing the information that +he had just seen the three directors leaving for the east. +So they were out of the way. In reply the saloon-keeper +stated that he would start the whisky end of the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_133' name='page_133'></a>133</span> +game that evening. By the morrow, Sunday, when the +camp was at rest, the workmen would all be “celebrating.” +Burkhardt had reported the last load of “southern +cattle” shipped in and driven on the range the +previous evening––a seemingly innocent statement that +Sorenson understood perfectly. Up in the hills, safely +hidden in the timber, lay the fifty men brought from +Mexico to make the assault on the dam the next night, +men whose instruments of destruction would be fire and +dynamite. Twenty-four hours more would bring the +moment of action.</p> +<p>Ignorant of all this Ed Sorenson had been forming a +little individual scheme that would promote his own +affairs, chief of which was to win Janet Hosmer. Drinking +heavily ever since his rebuff, he had sunk into a condition +of evil determination and recklessness that made +him fit for any desperate act. After much meditation +fed by whisky, he had evolved a plan that would bring +him success. Thereupon he had loaded his car with a +quantity of selected stuff and made a mysterious journey +at night.</p> +<p>“She’ll learn I meant business,” was his frequent soliloquy.</p> +<p>And while these strands were being knit into the skein +Martinez was producing another. Quietly, carefully, +persuasively, he had been pursuing his own particular +course of eliciting history for use in his “Chronicle,” as +he named it,––and for another use concerning which he +was as still as death.</p> +<p>That he was successful in obtaining what he had been +after was made known to Weir about dusk that evening +while he was talking with Pollock in his office. But that +he had not been so lucky in covering his tracks was likewise +apparent.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_134' name='page_134'></a>134</span></div> +<p>The telephone rang. Steele took down the receiver.</p> +<p>“See Janet Hosmer at once,” Felipe Martinez’ terrified +voice came over the wire. “She’ll have it, the paper––the +one you want. They’ve learned I got it; they’re +after me now. Hammering on the door. If you don’t +hurry–––”</p> +<p>His words ceased abruptly in an anguished quaver. +At the same time Weir heard carried to him the sound +of a crash as of a door smashed. Excusing himself hurriedly, +Steele Weir seized his holster from a nail and +buckled on the belt. Then snatching his hat, he ran +outside the building to his car.</p> +<p>“Now, who is he gunning for?” Pollock asked himself +aloud, “I rather wish he had invited me along.”</p> +<p>But neither he nor Weir himself, nor any soul in San +Mateo, knew that at last the furious torrent of events +had burst upon the community. Weir sensed something. +But Sorenson brooding on the morrow thought the moment +had not yet come. His son was occupied with his +own treacherous scheme. Even Vorse and Burkhardt +smashing their way into Martinez’ office saw nothing +beyond the immediate necessity. Yet the flood was +bearing down on all.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_135' name='page_135'></a>135</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XIV_OLD_SAUREZ_DEPOSITION' id='CHAPTER_XIV_OLD_SAUREZ_DEPOSITION'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2> +<h3>OLD SAUREZ’ DEPOSITION</h3> +</div> +<p>In order to understand why Vorse and Burkhardt +were attacking Martinez’ office it is necessary to trace the +lawyer’s movements and the incidents which precipitated +that act. Martinez had, as stated, not been idle. Following +the clue obtained from the woman who had worked +in the elder Weir’s household, he visited the old Mexican +named as having been used as roustabout by Vorse in +early days. This was old Saurez, whom he knew. The +wrinkled old fellow seldom came to town now, spending +most of the time sitting against the sunny side of his +son’s house on Pina Creek, twenty miles south, where +he lived.</p> +<p>Martinez in the ten days that had elapsed since informing +Weir he had learned of Saurez’ possible knowledge +of the past had proceeded to make himself agreeable +to the gray-headed old man. He had explained his +“history.” He exercised all the arts of graciousness and +flattery. Beginning at the present he worked back +through the past to the killing of Jim Dent and the +flight of Joseph Weir, extracting tales of early fights, +raids, accidents, big storms, violent deaths and killings, +making elaborate notes, winning the narrator’s confidence +and gradually drawing forth the facts he really +sought.</p> +<p>Out of all the rambling talk and vague accounts of the +Dent and Weir affair Martinez was able to piece together +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_136' name='page_136'></a>136</span> +the fragments in a clear statement. This was +that Saurez had seen Weir and Dent in Vorse’s saloon. +The pair had gambled for a time with Vorse, Burkhardt +(at that time sheriff), Sorenson and Judge Gordon. +After losing for a time Weir refused to continue in the +poker game, although he was drunk. Dent played on +notwithstanding Weir’s urgence to desist; he had already +lost all his money and began staking his cattle +and finally his ranch. At this stage Weir had gone to +sleep at another table, with his head on his arms. Vorse +had locked the front door to keep out visitors during +the big game. But the back door remained open for +air.</p> +<p>Saurez had busied himself cleaning the bar. All at +once he saw the players spring up in their game, Dent +talking angrily about cheating, marked cards and so +on. Then the guns came out when he pointed at a card +that was marked––for it had been marked with pinpricks +as Saurez saw later on examining the deck, which +Dent had perceived in spite of the whisky in him. And +Sorenson and Vorse had both shot him where he stood. +Yes, shootings were not uncommon. Every one but he, +Saurez, had likely forgotten all about the matter. That +was long ago.</p> +<p>Afterwards Vorse had sent the Mexican away for +something or other, with an injunction to keep his mouth +closed. As said, speaking of it now made no difference, +though he expected Martinez to keep his promise to publish +none of the stories while he was still alive; that was +agreed. When the Mexican had left the saloon Weir +was yet sleeping, having only raised his head at the +pistol shots to stare drunkenly and then relapse. What +occurred afterwards Saurez did not know. Weir left +the country. Dent was buried, the story being told +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_137' name='page_137'></a>137</span> +that he had committed suicide. Every one believed it: +had he not lost his ranch at poker? That was the end +of the business. Other affairs happened and it was forgotten.</p> +<p>On this Saturday Martinez had persuaded Saurez to +accompany him to San Mateo. It would be necessary +to sign the stories, he explained lightly, to give them +proper weight and in order that when the book was published +after Saurez’ death they would be seen to be true +accounts, with Saurez’ picture that a photographer +would make appearing in the middle. He, Saurez, would +be famous, and his sons and grandsons would have copies +of the book in their houses to show visitors and the +priest. Ah, it would be well to have the priest witness +Saurez’ signature, then sceptical people would know indeed +that the stories were Saurez’ own accounts. So on +and so on.</p> +<p>The matter required infinite precautions, patience, +skill on the lawyer’s part. He had prepared two or +three dozen depositions of events, as a husk for the real +kernel. With Saurez in his office at last he telephoned +the priest to call at once and unostentatiously caught +on the street four other Mexicans of the better class, +bringing them in. When the priest arrived he closed +the door and explained his desire they should act as +witnesses to Saurez’ statements. He had already solicited +the <i>padre’s</i> advice as to the history; the others all had +heard of it; he gave them a number of the most harmless +depositions to read; and set Saurez to work making +his mark on the rest of the papers. During the reading +and the accompanying lively discussion of the witnesses, +he had them pause to witness Saurez’ mark with their +own names in the places provided. About the tenth deposition +when their attention was confused and flagging +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_138' name='page_138'></a>138</span> +he slipped the account concerning Weir and Dent, a +many-paged attestation, upon the table, so folded that +nothing but the signing space was visible. It was the +critical instant for Martinez; his thin body was more +nervous than ever, his eyes brighter and more restless. +But at last the ordeal was over.</p> +<p>Saurez’ heavy black cross was at the bottom of the +important deposition, the priest and the other four +men had appended their names, and all that remained +to do was for Martinez to fill out the acknowledgment +and affix his seal. He whisked the document behind his +back and called attention to a humorous episode in a +paper one of the men still held, starting a laugh. Then +he suggested they rest and opened a bottle of wine, over +which the others congratulated Saurez and Martinez +and predicted a wonderful fame for the “Chronicle.” +Finally the lawyer perceived, as he said, that Saurez +was weary. Anyway, it was supper-time. The remaining +papers could be signed another day.</p> +<p>The witnesses departed, much pleased with the affair.</p> +<p>“Walk up and down outside for a little time while I +straighten the sheets, then we’ll go eat and afterwards +I’ll drive you home to bed,” the attorney said. “The +fresh air will give you an appetite. Behold, you’re already +becoming a famous man! I shall preserve these +documents safely as they are tremendously important +to our town, our state, our country!” And a grandiloquent +gesture accompanied the words. “Come back in +a little while, my friend, then we’ll see how much food +you can hide away.”</p> +<p>Saurez much gratified at these words and at everything +went out slowly, for he was troubled by rheumatism. +The instant his back disappeared Martinez sprang +to the table, swiftly filled out the acknowledgment of the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_139' name='page_139'></a>139</span> +old man’s signature to the Weir document, clapped the +page under the seal and pressed home the stamp. Then +pushing the folded statement into an envelope and that +into his pocket, he leaned back with a sigh of exhaustion. +The thing was accomplished at last, but the strain had +been great. Weir’s command to secure evidence had +been obeyed. Only the promise to await Saurez’ death, +troubled Martinez, and with a convenient sophistry he +decided that an agreement not to print the narrative +in a book did not extend to using it in court. Weir +would be delighted––it was a famous coup.</p> +<p>How long Martinez sat reveling in this well-earned +satisfaction he was unaware, until with a start he glanced +at his watch. Three-quarters of an hour had passed. +He went out to look for Saurez. But he was not in sight +and though several persons had seen him they could +not say where he had gone. Martinez went again into +his office. When another half-hour had drifted by he +decided the old man had encountered friends and either +caught a ride home or gone with one to supper. So +Martinez proceeded to his own meal.</p> +<p>Yet he was pervaded by an unaccountable uneasiness. +The sun had set in a bank of clouds and night was not +far off. He made another search for the old Mexican, +inquiring here and there, until he was informed by one +that he had seen Saurez in Vorse’s saloon talking with +Vorse and sipping a glass of brandy. That was half +an hour before. A chill of fear spread over the lawyer’s +skin.</p> +<p>Determined, however, to learn the worst, he stole to +the saloon and peered over the slatted door. The Mexican +bar-keeper was wiping a glass; Vorse was not in +sight; and––ha! there was Saurez himself drowsing by a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_140' name='page_140'></a>140</span> +table. Martinez slipped in and made his way to the +rear.</p> +<p>“Come; time to go home,” he said softly, giving the +old Mexican’s shoulder a shake. This did not arouse +the sleeper, so he added force to his hand, at which the +other sagged forward limply.</p> +<p>Martinez jumped back. Next he stood quite still, +staring. Then he approached and lifting the drooping +head, gazed at the wrinkled face and glazed eyes.</p> +<p>“Miguel, come here!” he exclaimed, anxiously. +“Saurez is dead.”</p> +<p>“Dead!” The bar-keeper ran to the spot, eyes large +with alarm and excitement. “Dios, I thought him +asleep! See, there is the glass in which I gave him +brandy at Señor Vorse’s order. The old one said he +had come in to pay a little visit to his old employer +and have a chat. They talked for some time.”</p> +<p>“Was Vorse asking him questions?”</p> +<p>“Yes. I think Saurez was telling him how he happened +to be in town. I paid little attention to them, +however. After a while I glanced up and saw Vorse +standing by him. They were not talking. Then Vorse +came away and said the old man had fallen asleep, and +he went out to supper.”</p> +<p>Martinez again lifted the head and darted glances +over the dead man’s breast. There were no wounds, but +on the shriveled brown throat he saw what might have +been a thumb-mark. He could not be sure, yet that was +his guess.</p> +<p>“He was an old man,” Miguel remarked.</p> +<p>“Yes. You should notify his son and also the undertaker, +so the body can be taken care of. I’ll telephone +the latter too when I reach my office.”</p> +<p>This Martinez did, informing Saurez’s family that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_141' name='page_141'></a>141</span> +the old man had died while apparently asleep at Vorse’s, +and expressed his sympathy and sorrow.</p> +<p>One feature of the case he instantly perceived; he +was released from any obligation to keep silent regarding +the old man’s declaration. Fortunate was he to +have obtained it before Vorse had got wind of his purpose. +At the thought of Vorse he arose and locked +both front and back doors of the building, pulled down +the window shades and turned out the light.</p> +<p>It was almost dark by now. In the darkness he felt +safer. Any one passing would suppose him away. Perhaps +he should spend the night elsewhere––at the dam, +for instance. Again the same shudder shook his frame +that he had experienced on seeing the mark on Saurez’ +throat. Vorse had killed the old Mexican, of that he +was convinced. With his tongue made garrulous by +brandy and by the presence of his old employer the old +man had doubtless related everything that occurred +between him and Martinez; and the vulture-like, bald-headed +saloon-keeper, recognizing that he had been unconsciously +betrayed had immediately acted to close +this witness’ lips forever against a second utterance.</p> +<p>Martinez himself was in danger. The perspiration +dampened his face as he realized that as far as he was +concerned the die was cast. He must fling in his fortunes +with Weir to the utmost. He would first stand in +defense on his right as a lawyer to secure evidence for +a client, but if this failed––and what rights would Vorse +halt for?––he must depend upon the paper. Once they +had that, they would speedily put him out of the way as +they had done Saurez. But if they had it not, they +would at least hesitate to wreak their vengeance until +they could get it into their possession. He must place +it in Weir’s hands at once, then if questioned refuse to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_142' name='page_142'></a>142</span> +inform them of its whereabouts. Perhaps they would +try to seize it some time this night. He stood up, lighted +the lamp, saw that all was well in the office and took his +hat.</p> +<p>A peremptory knock sounded on the door of the rear +room.</p> +<p>“Open up there, Martinez,” a voice commanded.</p> +<p>He stole thither, listened.</p> +<p>“Who is it?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Never mind. Open this door or I’ll pull it down,” +came in hoarse tones he recognized as Burkhardt’s. The +man, or men, outside had chosen the rear to force an entrance +if necessary, where there would be no spectators. +“Jerk it open quick,” Burkhardt continued savagely. +“We want you.” Then again, “We knew you were +there, though you kept the place dark. Move lively before +I use this ax.”</p> +<p>Never did Martinez’ mind work more rapidly. Likewise +his eyes darted everywhere in search of the object +he needed. Then he glided to a decrepit arm-chair and +turning it over stuffed the document in a rent in its +padded seat, out of sight underneath. Next he filled his +pockets with other papers signed by Saurez. Last, he +hastily tore open the little telephone book and ran a +forefinger down the H’s.</p> +<p>“Doctor Hosmer’s, hurry,” he exclaimed. “Number F28.”</p> +<p>Blows were already sounding on the rear door, but +the lock was strong and resisted. Of all the persons he +knew Janet Hosmer was the only one he could trust to +keep her word. And he dare not wait until Weir could +come.</p> +<p>“Is this you, Janet? Martinez talking,” he said, when +he heard her answer. “Listen. I’m at my office; men +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_143' name='page_143'></a>143</span> +are trying to break in to get a paper valuable for Mr. +Weir’s defense. They must not get it. He’s to be arrested +and tried for murder of the man he killed. You +and I know he’s innocent. This is a life and death +matter. The paper is hidden in the old chair. The men +are breaking down the door. I’ll get them away long +enough for you to come and obtain it. Give it to Weir––at +once, to-night, immediately. Promise me you will, +promise! My own life probably hangs on it. Return +to your house and stay for half an hour and if he hasn’t +arrived by that time, go to the dam. Thank you, thank +you––from my heart! Start now.”</p> +<p>The words had tumbled out in an agitated stream, +occupying but a few seconds. The panels were splintering +in the door now, as the ax smashed a way through. +Martinez had no need to look up Weir’s number; and it +was in a strain of terror and excitement that he waited +for the connection.</p> +<p>“See Janet Hosmer at once,” he shot at the engineer, +followed by the rest of the warning already quoted which +had so electrifying an effect upon Steele Weir.</p> +<p>But the words had broken off abruptly. For as the +door crashed off its hinges Martinez dropped the telephone +receiver and darted for the front entrance, shooting +back the bolt and flinging it open. He almost +plunged into Vorse who was on guard there.</p> +<p>“Stand still,” the man ordered. And Martinez kept +the spot as if congealed, for in the saloon-keeper’s hand +was a revolver with an exceedingly large muzzle.</p> +<p>Burkhardt burst in, ax still in hand, eyes bloodshot +with rage. Vorse turned and closed the front door. +Then he glanced over the lawyer’s table and ran a hand +into his inside coat pocket bulging with documents. He +glanced through one or two.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_144' name='page_144'></a>144</span></div> +<p>“Here’s what we’re after,” said he. “We’ll take him +to my place where we can quietly settle the matter.” +His eyes rested on the Mexican with ominous meaning.</p> +<p>“Come along, you snake,” Burkhardt growled, seizing +their prisoner’s arm. “Out the back way––and keep +your mouth shut. Don’t try to make a break of any +kind, if you know what’s best for you.”</p> +<p>Martinez’ yellow skin was almost white.</p> +<p>“But, gentlemen, what does this all mean?” he began, +endeavoring to pull back.</p> +<p>“You’ll learn soon enough.”</p> +<p>“Step right along,” Vorse added. “Take him away, +Burkhardt, then I’ll blow out this light.”</p> +<p>With no further word Martinez accompanied his captors +into the gloom of the night. They moved in silence +through the dark space behind the row of store buildings. +The lawyer felt that at least the way was clear +for Janet Hosmer.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_145' name='page_145'></a>145</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XV_THE_MASK_DROPPED' id='CHAPTER_XV_THE_MASK_DROPPED'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XV</h2> +<h3>THE MASK DROPPED</h3> +</div> +<p>When Janet Hosmer, startled by Felipe Martinez’ +agitated appeal, turned from the telephone, her single +thought was to carry out on the instant his fervid injunction. +Something aimed at the engineer and the +lawyer was in movement, a plot for the former’s arrest +and the destruction of evidence necessary to his defense, +according to Martinez’ quick hurried words; and the +Mexican now sought her aid, as she was the only one +within reach whom he could trust. That he must call +to her showed the desperate nature of the exigency––and +he had said lives were at stake!</p> +<p>Haste was the imperative need. As her father was +absent, she summoned the Mexican girl from the kitchen, +for instinct advised the wisdom of having a companion +on this errand; and the two of them, bare-headed and +walking fast, set out for the house. Dusk was just +thickening to night. No stars were visible. A warm +moistness in the air forewarned of rain from the blanket +of clouds that had spread at sunset along the peaks. +Indeed, a few fine globules of water touched their faces +as they came into the main street and hurried along.</p> +<p>Neither girl had observed the automobile, unlighted +and moving slowly, that approached the Hosmer house +as they emerged. Apparently the driver perceiving them +against the lamplight of the doorway and noting their +departure thought better of bringing the car to a halt, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_146' name='page_146'></a>146</span> +for he kept the machine in motion and as quietly as +possible trailed the pair by glimpses of their figures +flitting before an occasional illuminated window. When +Janet and her companion turned into the main street +where the stores were lighted his task became easier.</p> +<p>The street was peaceful. Janet saw no evidence of +the violence or danger indicated by the Mexican lawyer’s +declaration, but she was too sensible to imagine on that +account that peril did not exist. The town was not +aware of what had occurred, that was all,––not yet. +The chief actors in the conspiracy were still moving +stealthily against their intended victims; they had +pounced on Martinez and once they had seized the evidence +they sought they would arrest Weir. Afterwards +the people, as she guessed the matter, would be aroused +to create a strong sentiment against the helpless men. +It was an atrocious business.</p> +<p>But as yet things were in a lull––and it was during +this pause, brief, critical, that Martinez expected her +to act. That much she had grasped from his hurried +words. She reached his office and halted to listen. No +gleam came from the building, nor from the low structure +on either side, and across the way all was dark––dark +as it had been that night when the assassin’s shot +had been fired at Steele Weir. Repressing a shudder, +she bade the Mexican girl follow her, groped for the +door knob, found it and pushed the door open.</p> +<p>Martinez had spoken of men forcing an entrance, so +it must have been at the rear. Inside all was pitchy +black.</p> +<p>“Juanita, you have a match in your pocket, haven’t +you?” she demanded, anxiously.</p> +<p>“Yes, Miss Janet.”</p> +<p>“Strike it, then.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_147' name='page_147'></a>147</span></div> +<p>In the pent stillness of the dark office Janet could +hear the Mexican girl fumbling in the pocket of her +gingham dress. There came a scratching sound and a +tiny flame.</p> +<p>“Be careful of it,” she warned. “Now give it to me. +And close the door.”</p> +<p>Janet lighted the smoky lamp resting on the table, +next took it up in her hand. A few papers had fallen +upon the floor. The room was still strong with fresh +cigarette smoke. Martinez could not have been gone +more than five minutes.</p> +<p>And in another five minutes’ time too Martinez’ captors +might be back again!</p> +<p>Holding the lamp aloft she peered about for an old +chair, her heart beating rapidly, her lips compressed. +But all the chairs, the three or four in the room, were +old. Her eyes encountered the Mexican girl staring +open-mouthed and scared.</p> +<p>“Take the lamp and keep by me,” Janet ordered. +“Don’t upset it. What are you shaking for, you +ninny?”</p> +<p>“I can’t help it––and you’re so white,” the other +whimpered.</p> +<p>“Never you mind me; do as I say.”</p> +<p>Janet swiftly went from one chair to another, turning +them about, upside down, all ways. No paper was +hidden in or under any one of them, or indeed was there +space capable of holding a document. At last she gave +up, gazing about in dismay, dread, tears of vexation +and anxiety almost rising to her lids. Only one conclusion +was to be drawn: the men who had seized the lawyer +had found the paper in spite of his precaution.</p> +<p>She examined the chairs a second time feverishly, for +time was flying.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_148' name='page_148'></a>148</span></div> +<p>“I can’t find it, Juanita, the paper he telephoned me +to come and get,” she exclaimed.</p> +<p>“Maybe it’s in there where he sleeps.” And the Mexican +girl pointed at the inner door standing barely ajar.</p> +<p>“We’ll see.”</p> +<p>Janet led the way within. There was Martinez’ living- and +sleeping-room. The furnishings comprised a +bed, an old scratched bureau, a stand with wash-bowl, +a red and black Navajo blanket on the floor, a trunk, +a stool and a dilapidated stuffed chair––just such a +chair as a paper could be hidden in. That into this +room the lawyer’s assailants had burst their way was +apparent from the splintered door hanging from one +hinge at the rear.</p> +<p>Beckoning Juanita to bring the lamp, Janet ran to +the arm-chair.</p> +<p>“Ah, here it is!” she cried, when she had turned the +piece of furniture over and inserted her hand in the +rent. “It wasn’t found, after all! Come away now.”</p> +<p>Relief and exultation replaced her depression of the +moment before. She had succeeded; she had helped the +lawyer outwit his enemies; she must now return home to +await Steele Weir’s arrival, or if he failed in that then +go to the dam.</p> +<p>In the outer room she bade the Mexican girl place the +lamp on the table once more and blow it out. This +was done. They groped forward to the door.</p> +<p>“Follow me out quietly, Juanita,” Janet said. “Only +Mr. Martinez knows we’ve been here, and Mr. Weir, the +engineer. See, I’m trusting you. This is a very important +paper for Mr. Weir, and other men are trying +to keep it out of his hands. So you must say nothing +to any one about our being here.”</p> +<p>Juanita assented in a whisper. Janet thereupon +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_149' name='page_149'></a>149</span> +opened the door and the pair stepped forth. A faint +hissing sound directly before them startled both. +But the American girl immediately recognized it for +what it was, the faint murmur of an automobile +engine.</p> +<p>She quietly closed the office door, caught her companion’s +arm to lead her away.</p> +<p>“Don’t talk,” she whispered in her ear.</p> +<p>At the same instant the beam of an electric hand torch +flashed in their eyes, blinding them. Then as quickly +the light was extinguished and a heavy blanket was flung +over Janet’s head. Her cry was choked off, but not that +of the Mexican girl who had been struck by the corner +of the cloth and who heard her mistress struggling in +the arms of the man who had seized her. The sound +of the struggle moved towards the car and then Juanita, +paralyzed by fright, was stunned by a sudden roar of +the exhaust, a grind of gears, and a rush in the darkness. +The automobile had gone, carrying off Janet Hosmer +a muffled prisoner. Juanita regaining use of her +legs fled for Doctor Hosmer’s unmindful of the mist +against her face.</p> +<p>Janet’s sensation had been that of strangulation and +terror. In the thick folds of the blanket, held and lifted +by strong arms, all she could offer in the way of resistance +was futile kicks. She had been jammed into the +automobile seat and firmly kept there by an embrace +while the car was being started, which did not relax as +the machine gathered speed. For some minutes this +lasted, while she strained painfully for breath, and then +she perceived the car was stopping.</p> +<p>Her terror increased. What now would happen? +These men after overpowering Felipe Martinez had abducted +her in their determination to possess themselves +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_150' name='page_150'></a>150</span> +of the paper. Finding it in her hand––for she still +clutched it––what then? Would they kill her?</p> +<p>The car was now completely at rest. The arm was +withdrawn from about her; hands gripped her hands and +forced them together; a handkerchief was tightly knotted +about her wrists. Afterwards her ankles were bound by +a strap. Then the blanket was lifted from her form +and head and she gasped in again pure night air.</p> +<p>“Here’s a gag,” said the man at her side. “Keep +quiet and I’ll not use it; if you open your mouth to make +a sound, I shall. It’s up to you.” And with the hoarse +threat she caught the heavy sickening odor of whiskey +on the speaker’s breath.</p> +<p>“You, Ed Sorenson! You’ve dared to do this!” she +exclaimed, fear vanishing in anger.</p> +<p>“Yes, sweetheart,” came with a mocking accent.</p> +<p>“Untie me this minute and let me out!”</p> +<p>“Oh, no. You’ve got the wrong line on this little +game. We’re going for a ride, just you and me, as +lovers should.”</p> +<p>Janet began to think fast.</p> +<p>“How did you know I was in Mr. Martinez’ office?” +she demanded.</p> +<p>“Because I saw you go in, little one. I was just pulling +up at your door to coax you out when I saw you and +the Mexican wench appear. So I followed along. Saved +me the bother of telling you your father had been hurt +in an accident. He’s chasing off somewhere thirty miles +from town on a ‘false alarm’ call to attend a dying man. +Sorry I had to use the blanket; sorry I have to keep +your naughty little hands and feet tied up. But it’s +the only way. After we’re married, you’ll forget all +about it in loving me.”</p> +<p>So this was the face of the matter. Not the paper +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_151' name='page_151'></a>151</span> +she gripped, but she herself was his object. His abduction +of her had nothing to do with Martinez’ affair; he +knew nothing of the larger plot; and for that reason +she experienced a degree of relief.</p> +<p>“I’ll never marry you, be certain of that,” said she, +recurring to his statement. “If anything had been +needed to settle that point, what you have done now +would be enough. You shall pay for this atrocious +treatment. Untie my hands.”</p> +<p>“Oh, no. We’re starting on.”</p> +<p>“Your father as well as mine shall know of this.”</p> +<p>“I think not, dearie. We’re going up into the hills +where I’ve a nice little cabin fixed up. And we’ll stay +there awhile. And then when we come back, you’ll not +do any talking. On the contrary, you’ll be anxious to +marry me––you’ll be begging me to marry you. Of +course! People know we’re engaged, and they’ll know +you’ve been away with me for two or three days. Do +you think they’ll listen to any story about my carrying +you off against your will? They’ll wink when they hear +it. Yes, you’ll be ready to marry me all right, all right, +when we come back to San Mateo.”</p> +<p>Janet’s blood ran cold at this heartless, black plan +to ensnare her into marriage.</p> +<p>“Ed, you would never do a thing like that,” she +pleaded. “You’re just trying to scare me with a joke. +Be a good fellow and untie my hands and take me +home.”</p> +<p>“No joke about this; straight business. I told you +you should marry me–––”</p> +<p>“You’re drunk or mad!” she burst out, terrified.</p> +<p>“Neither; perfectly calm. But I’m not the fellow +to be tossed over at a whim. I’m holding you to your +word, that’s all. You’ll change your mind back as it +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_152' name='page_152'></a>152</span> +was by to-morrow; you’ll be crazy to have me as a +husband then. I won’t have to tie your hands and feet +to keep you at my side when we come riding home to go +to the minister’s. Now we’ve had our little talk and +understand each other; and it’s beginning to drizzle. +Time to start for our little cabin. The less fuss you +make, the pleasanter it will be for both of us.”</p> +<p>He set the gears and the car started forward once +more. A sensation of being under the paws of a beast, +odious and fetid, savage and pitiless, overwhelmed her. +That this was no trick of a moment but a calculated +scheme to abase and possess her she now realized with +a sort of dull horror. And on top of all he was, despite +his denial, partly drunk.</p> +<p>Through the terror of her situation two thoughts now +continued to course like fiery threads––one a hope, one +a purpose. The former rested on Juanita, whom in +his inflamed ferocity of intention, the man seemed to +have forgotten––on Juanita and Steele Weir, “Cold +Steel” Weir; and this failing, there remained the latter, +a set idea to kill herself before this brute at her +side worked his will. Somehow she could and would +kill herself. Somehow she would find the means to free +her hands and the instrument to pierce her heart.</p> +<p>Sorenson had switched on his lights. He drove the +car through the damp darkness at headlong speed along +the trail that leaped from the gloom to meet them and +vanished behind. At the end of a quarter of an hour he +swung into a canyon; and Janet perceived they were ascending +Terry Creek. He stopped the car anew.</p> +<p>“I’ll just take no chances with you,” he exclaimed. +“We have to pass your friends, the Johnsons, you know. +Had to take my stuff up here in the middle of the night––up +one night and back the next––and mighty still too, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_153' name='page_153'></a>153</span> +so that they wouldn’t suspicion I was fixing a little bower +for you.”</p> +<p>He bound a cloth over her mouth and again flung the +blanket over her head. Janet struggled fiercely for a +moment, but finally sank back choking and half in a +faint. She was barely conscious of the car’s climbing +again. Though when passing the ranch house the man +drove with every care for silence, she was not aware +of the fact. Her breath, mind, soul, were stifled. She +seemed transfixed in a hideous nightmare.</p> +<p>At length her lips and head were released. But her +hands and feet were numb. Still feeling as if she were +in some dreadful dream she saw the beam of the headlights +picking out the winding trail, flashing on trees by +the wayside, shining on wet rocks, heard the chatter of +the creek over stones and the labor of the engine.</p> +<p>The road was less plain, a mere track now, and +steeper. They were climbing, climbing up the mountain +side, up into the heavier timber, up into one of the +“parks” among the peaks. Johnson’s ranch was miles +behind and far below. Occasionally billows of fog +swathed them in wet folds that sent a chill to Janet’s +bones.</p> +<p>Sorenson held his watch down to the driver’s light.</p> +<p>“Ten o’clock; we’re making good time. Must give the +engine a drink––and take one myself.”</p> +<p>He descended to the creek with a bucket, bringing +back water to fill the steaming radiator. Afterwards, +standing in the light of the car’s lamps, he tilted a flask +to his lips and drank deep.</p> +<p>“Not far now; three or four miles. But it’s slow +going. Have to make it on ‘low’,” said he, swinging +himself up into his place.</p> +<p>Janet held her face turned away. She was thinking +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_154' name='page_154'></a>154</span> +of Juanita and Steele Weir. Had the girl gone home +again? Or, terrified, had she run to her own home and +said nothing? Had the engineer come and waited and +learning nothing at last returned to the dam? Despair +filled her breast. Even should the Mexican girl have +apprised him of the kidnapping, how should he know +where to follow? And in the solitude of the wet dark +mountains all about her hope died.</p> +<p>She began desperately to tug against the handkerchief +binding her wrists.</p> +<p>Suddenly the going became easier and she felt rather +than saw that the trees had thinned. A flash of the car +lamps at a curve in the trail showed a great glistening +wall of rock towering overhead, then this was passed +and the way appeared to lead into a grassy open space. +A dark shape beside the road loomed into view––a cabin +by a clump of pine trees. Sorenson brought the car to +a stop a few yards from the house.</p> +<p>“Here at last,” he announced, springing down.</p> +<p>He unstrapped her feet, bade her get out.</p> +<p>“I make a last appeal to your decency and manhood––if +you have either,” she said, sitting motionless.</p> +<p>“Rot,” he answered. Half dragging her, half lifting +her, he removed her from the machine. Slipping a hand +within her arm he led her inside the log house.</p> +<p>“Sit there,” he ordered.</p> +<p>Janet dropped upon the seat, a rude plank bench +against the wall farthest from the door. Indeed, fatigue +and the numbness of her limbs rendered her incapable +of standing.</p> +<p>“When I’ve touched off this fire and set out some +grub, then I’ll untie your hands,” he continued. “A +snug little cabin, eh? Just the place for us, what? See +all the stuff I’ve brought up here to make you warm and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_155' name='page_155'></a>155</span> +happy and comfortable. Regular nest. Lot of work on +my part, I want to say.”</p> +<p>He touched a match to the wood already laid in the +fireplace, flung off his rain coat and stood to warm his +hands at the blaze. Lighting a cigarette, he began +placing from a box of supplies plates and food on the +table in the middle of the room, but paused to reproduce +his flask. With a sardonic grin he lifted the bottle, +bowed to Janet and drank the liquor neat. When he had +finished, he turned the bottle upside down to show it was +empty, then tossed it into a corner. Again he fixed his +drunken, mocking smile upon her.</p> +<p>“Can’t preach to me about booze here, can you, +honey?” he said. “Ought to take a swallow yourself; +warm you up. I have plenty. Guess I better untie your +hands now.” He advanced towards her, swaying +slightly. “You’re going to love me from this time on, +ain’t you, girlie?” He untied the handkerchief and +dropped it at his feet. “No nonsense now about trying +to get away; I’ll rope you for good if you try to start +anything. Hello, what’s that?”</p> +<p>“No; give it to me!” she cried, in alarm as he pulled +the folded sheets of paper from her stiffened fingers.</p> +<p>“Something I ought to see, maybe.” Then he added +harshly, “Sit down, if you don’t care to have me teach +you a thing or two. I’m master here.”</p> +<p>He stepped to the table and drawing a box beside him +settled upon it, pulled the candle-stick nearer and began +to read the document. Janet glanced swiftly about the +room for a weapon. Escape past him she could not, for +by a single spring he could bar the way; but could she +lay hand on a stick of wood she might fight her way out. +None was nearer than the fire, and again he could interpose.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_156' name='page_156'></a>156</span></div> +<p>He read on and on, with a darkening brow and an +evil glint showing in his eyes. Page by page he perused +Saurez’ deposition until he reached the end. Then he +got to his feet, shaking the paper at her head.</p> +<p>“You were in on this,” he snarled. “This is what you +were in Martinez’ office to get. You’re wise to this +cursed scheme to help Weir make my father and Vorse +and Burkhardt and Judge Gordon out a gang of swindlers. +So they trimmed <i>his</i> father of something––at least +I fancy they did, and I hope to God they did, the +coward! And you were in with them! You’re not quite +the little white angel you’d have people believe, are you? +Not quite so innocent and simple as you’ve made me +think, anyway. Well, I’ll square all that. That slippery +snake, Martinez, I’ll twist his neck the minute I get back +to town. I’ll bet a thousand it was framed up to use +this when Weir was arrested––but he’ll never use it +now!”</p> +<p>He glared at the girl with a face distorted by rage.</p> +<p>“We’ll just burn it here and now,” he continued. +“Then we’ll be sure it won’t be used.”</p> +<p>Janet gripped her hands tightly, while her lips opened +to utter a wild protest at this desecration. What the +document contained she did not yet know, except that +it was evidence that fixed upon the men named guilt for +some past deed in which Weir had suffered and which +would bring them to account. But something more than +protest was needed, she saw in a flash, to deflect the man +from his purpose and save the sheets from the flame.</p> +<p>She shut her lips for an instant to choke the cry, then +said with an assumption of unconcern:</p> +<p>“Go ahead. I didn’t want your father to see it, in any +case.”</p> +<p>The paper had almost reached the candle, but the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_157' name='page_157'></a>157</span> +hand that held it paused. Sorenson stared at it, and +from it to her. At last a malignant curl of his lips +uncovered his teeth.</p> +<p>“Oh, you didn’t want him to see it,” he sneered. “If +that’s so, I’ll just save it. He’ll be interested in reading +what your friends have prepared to destroy his good +name and reputation.”</p> +<p>He folded the document and slipped it into his inner +coat pocket. Then he walked towards her. At the look +on his face Janet sprang to her feet.</p> +<p>“I’ve changed my mind about the marriage matter, +just as you did,” he said. “I agree with you now; there +won’t be any marriage. But I’ll have your arms about +my neck just the same.”</p> +<p>And he seized her wrist.</p> +<p>“Let me go, let–––” The words ceased on her lips.</p> +<p>Her eyes were riveted on the cabin door; she scarcely +felt the man’s loathsome touch on her arm. How had +the door come unlatched? And was it only the wind that +slowly moved it open?</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_158' name='page_158'></a>158</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XVI_WEIR_TAKES_UP_THE_HUNT' id='CHAPTER_XVI_WEIR_TAKES_UP_THE_HUNT'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2> +<h3>WEIR TAKES UP THE HUNT</h3> +</div> +<p>On leaving the construction camp Steele Weir had +whirled away down the river road for San Mateo with a +feeling both of satisfaction and of enmity––satisfaction +at Martinez’ success in at last having secured the evidence +ardently desired, as betokened by his words; +enmity at whoever was laying violent hands on the +lawyer. Unfortunately when yet half a mile from town +his car suffered one of the common misadventures of +automobiles:––ping-g-g! sang a tire in a shrill dying +whine.</p> +<p>Weir did not stop to change and inflate the tube, but +pushed ahead on his mission though at slackened speed. +He brought his car to rest before Doctor Hosmer’s +house. The windows were lighted, yet at his knock there +was no response; so brushing conventionalities aside he +entered and called Janet’s name. Only echoes and a +following silence greeted his call.</p> +<p>Doubtful whether to remain awaiting the girl’s return +or go at once to Martinez’ office in the hope of still finding +her, he finally chose the latter course leaving his car +where it stood and proceeding on foot, as a result of +which he passed in the darkness Juanita hurrying home +in a fright. A bad choice and valuable time lost, he +afterwards discovered. At Martinez’ office he stepped +inside, called the lawyer by name, called Janet Hosmer, +stood for a little while in the black room harkening and +thinking, then went forth into the street.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_159' name='page_159'></a>159</span></div> +<p>This time chance fell his way. He had but come out +when he heard footsteps and two men in low-toned talk +as they approached; and he withdrew further into the +concealing darkness of the street. The new visitors, +striking matches at the entrance, walked inside. The +men were Vorse and Burkhardt.</p> +<p>“If you had been here, we could have nailed him at +once as soon as I had Saurez’ story,” the former said. +“Martinez had half an hour and more to get the thing +into somebody else’s hands.”</p> +<p>“Well, I was looking after those men up in the hills,” +was the growled answer. “Had to feed ’em and have +’em ready for to-morrow night. If we don’t find the +document here, we’ll screw its hiding-place out of that +dirty greaser if we have to use a cord on his head +Indian-fashion. Anyway it ought to be about this office. +Martinez didn’t know you had learned about it from +Saurez. He’d never let go a paper like that until he +had to.”</p> +<p>“I think you’re right there,” Vorse said. “He’d want +to sell it for all it was worth. Better shut and lock the +door while we’re searching. Don’t care to have any of +his friends sticking in their heads while we’re here.”</p> +<p>Burkhardt, who had lighted the lamp, now closed the +door, cutting off so far as Steele Weir was concerned +both a view of the men and their conversation. However +he had learned if not enough, at least considerable. +They had not yet gained possession of the paper. They +knew nothing of Janet’s part in the affair. They had +so far not succeeded in unlocking Martinez’ lips, but +undoubtedly they would be able to wring from the lawyer +when they went about it the real truth regarding the +document. Very likely Martinez had anticipated that, +had known his powers were such as not to be greatly able +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_160' name='page_160'></a>160</span> +to resist physical torture and had planned to get the +evidence into the engineer’s hands before he should be +subjected to pains of the flesh. That would be remembered +to his credit, along with all the rest. Where +Martinez was being held prisoner was the additional +information Weir should have liked to glean before the +door was shut.</p> +<p>Postponing for the time the hunt along this line, he +returned to the Hosmer dwelling. In answer to his +knock and call on this visit the trembling Juanita +appeared, immediately pouring forth a recital of the +happenings at the office as affecting her mistress.</p> +<p>“You’ve told no one else?” he demanded.</p> +<p>“No, señor. She said I was to say nothing of her +being there for the paper, and I was waiting for her +father to come. But she informed me Mr. Martinez and +you knew she was there, so I’ve told you.”</p> +<p>“And you saw nothing of this man who cast the +blanket over her head and seized her?”</p> +<p>“It was dark; we had just come out of the office. +But––but the car sounded like Ed Sorenson’s. I’ve +heard it start from here many times with the same loud +noise. They had quarreled, Señor Weir, and were no +longer engaged.”</p> +<p>“I know. Which way did he drive off?”</p> +<p>“East, down the lower end of the street.”</p> +<p>“Bring a lamp out to my car, so I can fix my tire.”</p> +<p>With the girl holding the light by his side the engineer +worked with concentrated energy in stripping the wheel, +in inserting a new tube, replacing the tire and pumping +it up. The thin drizzle glistened on his face, but for all +that it was none the less determined, stern.</p> +<p>“You need not be afraid for yourself; no one but us +knows you were there,” he said to her, climbing into his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_161' name='page_161'></a>161</span> +machine. “Nor for Miss Janet, either. I’ll bring her +home safely. When Dr. Hosmer returns, tell him everything. +Also ask him to await our coming. Be sure and +say to him that I’ll bring her home unharmed and that +I advise silence in regard to the matter until I have +talked with him. You will remain quiet, of course. This +isn’t a thing to be gossiped about.”</p> +<p>“No, señor.”</p> +<p>Away the automobile shot under the impulsion of the +gas. Minutes, golden minutes, had been wasted in +taking up the pursuit because of his going to Martinez’ +office and because of the flat tire. Sorenson now would +be miles away with his prisoner.</p> +<p>Sweeping out of town with the car’s headlights illuminating +the road, Steele Weir blessed the drizzling mist +that dampened the dust so as to leave a tire’s imprint. +Almost at once he picked up the track, for not more than +twenty or twenty-five minutes had elapsed since Sorenson’s +flight and not even a horseman had since been +over the way.</p> +<p>Though he knew it not, the interval of time had been +reduced by the stop made by the first machine, a mile or +so out of town, when the abductor removed the blanket +from Janet Hosmer’s head to announce his evil scheme. +From the main road leading to Bowenville Weir saw the +car’s trail turn aside into a mesa track pointing obliquely +for Terry Creek canyon; and he suspected that Sorenson +was making a long drive northward, skirting the +mountain range and working away from the railroad-tapped +region.</p> +<p>Once he thought he caught a flash of light far ahead +of him, but knew this was an illusion. Through this +rainy darkness no car’s beam, however powerful, would +show half a mile. The mist beat against his face in a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_162' name='page_162'></a>162</span> +steady stream as he rushed forward in the night, his +eyes immovable on the wet twin tire-marks stamped on +the road, his iron grip on the wheel, his ears filled with +the steady hum of the engine. If Sorenson had driven +fast, Steele Weir drove faster.</p> +<p>At Terry Creek he plunged down the bank, across the +water and up on the other side without a change of +gears, rocking and lurching. Once on the smooth trail +again the car seemed to stretch itself like a greyhound +for the race northward. But on a sudden he brought +the automobile to an abrupt halt. The surface of the +road was undisturbed; nothing had passed here.</p> +<p>Swinging back again on the way he had come, Weir +recrossed the creek and slowly retraced his course. +Then with an exclamation of satisfaction he picked up +the track where it turned up the canyon trail. But why +was the man going to the Johnson ranch? Mystified by +this baffling procedure on Sorenson’s part, he nevertheless +headed up the stream with no lessening of his +purpose to overtake the other.</p> +<p>At the ranch house, whose kitchen window was lighted, +he stopped and leaped out. Johnson and Mary both +answered his thumping knock.</p> +<p>“Is Janet Hosmer here?” he questioned, while his eyes +darted about the kitchen. Then he made his own reply, +“I see she’s not. Ed Sorenson kidnapped her to-night +and drove to this canyon. Did you hear a car?”</p> +<p>Mary faced her father.</p> +<p>“You remember I thought I heard one!” she cried. +“But the sound was so low I wasn’t sure, and when I went +to the window I saw nothing. I didn’t hear it again. +Father said it was just my imagination.”</p> +<p>“Where does this road lead?”</p> +<p>“Up into the timber and to a ‘park.’ Used to be an +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_163' name='page_163'></a>163</span> +old wood road. Sheepmen sometimes use it to take their +wagons up above; sometimes cattle outfits too while on +round-ups.”</p> +<p>“Could an auto go ahead on it?”</p> +<p>“Yes, I guess so. By hard driving.”</p> +<p>“Then he’s up there.”</p> +<p>Weir ran back to his car, jumped in.</p> +<p>“Let me go with you,” Johnson shouted after him.</p> +<p>“No, I can handle the fellow,” the engineer answered. +And again his machine started on. “How long ago was +it that you heard him, Mary?” was his parting question.</p> +<p>“’Bout fifteen minutes ago,” she cried.</p> +<p>Fifteen minutes! But the girl’s reckoning might be +vague, and “fifteen” minutes be half an hour. At any +rate, with the road ascending among the peaks +Sorenson’s speed would be greatly diminished. The +incline would be against him, the uneven twisting rain-washed +trail would require careful driving, the rain +would hamper his sight. Yet the fellow he pursued +could not be more than three or four miles ahead at most.</p> +<p>On and on Weir pressed. The mist thickened; black +wet tree trunks loomed before him like ghosts and sank +out of view again; the road wound along the stream +among rocks and bushes and over hillocks with all the +difficult sinuosity of a serpent’s track; in his ears +persisted the chuckling talk of the creek, flowing in +darkness except when lighted by his car’s lamps as the +machine plunged through a ford, as became more and +more frequent with the ascent and the narrowing of the +canyon.</p> +<p>Five miles, ten miles, fifteen miles he must have come +since leaving the ranch house. His car now was high +in the mountain range, running on low gear, the engine +working hard in the thin air and against the steep grade. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_164' name='page_164'></a>164</span> +He was not making more than five miles an hour, he +judged, at this moment. The radiator was boiling and +steaming like a cauldron. But he might be sure that if +his travel was slow, Sorenson’s was no better; the road +was the same for the pursued as for the pursuer.</p> +<p>At the end of another half hour he came around a +ledge of rock, where the creek flowed some fifty feet below +and the granite wall allowed just room to pass in a +hair-pin turn. There a light gleamed before him like a +beacon, a dim gleam of a window. It was perhaps a +hundred yards distant. It marked the end of the trail, +the end of the search.</p> +<p>Here was Janet Hosmer!</p> +<p>And he had come in time. They could not have been +here long, for Sorenson’s start had not been sufficient +for that; the scoundrel had not yet recovered his breath +from his hard drive, so to speak. He probably would +imagine himself safe and so be in no haste to consummate +his vile plan of enjoying his helpless victim.</p> +<p>Rage that until now had been lying cold and +implacable in Steele Weir’s breast began to flame in his +veins and brain. He drove his car past the rock and off +the trail upon an open grassy space, very carefully, +very quietly. Next he stopped the engine and put out +the lights, then he got out, felt his gun in its holster and +gazed ahead for an instant.</p> +<p>A form had passed and repassed before the window––Sorenson’s +figure, of course. Brute, coward, degenerate +he was, and to be dealt with as such. Not only as such, +indeed, but as a wretch who had dared to touch Janet +Hosmer against her will, to drag her from her home to +this lonely spot by violence for his own bestial purposes.</p> +<p>The blood seemed like to burst Steele Weir’s heart. +This sweet, honest, kind-souled, noble girl! Janet +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_165' name='page_165'></a>165</span> +Hosmer, so bright-eyed and pure! She, who had suffered +this man’s hate to save Martinez’ document, who had +dared peril to help him, Weir! All the hunger of heart +of years, and all the stifled affection, now went out to +her. He loved her; the veil was rent from his mind and +he realized the fact indisputably––he loved Janet +Hosmer. And the great creature of an Ed Sorenson +had dared to seize her with brutal hands!</p> +<p>Weir broke into a run. By instinct he kept the trail, +though once or twice stumbling and once barely missing +a collision with a tree. When he reached the cabin, he +dropped to a walk and crept to the window, which was +without glass or frame, open to the night. Peering in +he perceived Sorenson at the table reading a document, +and as he watched he had no need to be told this was the +paper that so vitally concerned himself.</p> +<p>At last Sorenson got to his feet, shaking his hand at +Janet Hosmer who sat against the cabin wall and +beginning to speak. Weir listened for a little. Then +he stole along the log house to find the door.</p> +<p>At last his finger touched the latch. He lifted it +soundlessly, as silently pushed the door ajar until there +was space for him to slip in. This he did. His mouth +was shut hard, his eyes watchful, his right hand was +closed about the butt of his revolver still resting in the +holster.</p> +<p>Over Sorenson’s shoulder he saw Janet Hosmer’s face, +pale and drawn but with a sudden joy flaming there. If +ever gratitude were written on human countenance, it +was on hers. Gratitude––and more! Something that +sent Steele Weir’s blood rushing anew through his body, +with hope, with a song, with he knew not what.</p> +<p>Janet suddenly jerked herself free and stepped back, +her head held high and proud.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_166' name='page_166'></a>166</span></div> +<p>“You’ll never touch me again, you coward. Look +behind you,” she exclaimed.</p> +<p>Involuntarily Sorenson turned head on shoulder. The +frown still darkened his liquor-flushed face and the sneer +yet twisted his lips so that his mustache was drawn back +from his teeth. Thus he remained as if changed to stone.</p> +<p>What he saw was the man he most dreaded, with a +shadow of a smile on his lips, his figure motionless, his +hand ready, like an avenging Nemesis from out of the +night. A perceptible shudder shook the fellow. Weir it +was––“Cold Steel,” whose counter-stroke against one +man already had been swift and deadly, whom nothing +checked or turned or terrified, who now for a second time +was plucking away the fruit of Sorenson’s efforts, who +probably on this occasion would shoot him outright.</p> +<p>For a moment Steele Weir regarded him in silence. +But at last he spoke:</p> +<p>“Stand away from that lady, you skunk!”</p> +<p>Sorenson moved hastily aside.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_167' name='page_167'></a>167</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XVII_EARTHS_RETRIBUTION' id='CHAPTER_XVII_EARTHS_RETRIBUTION'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2> +<h3>EARTH’S RETRIBUTION</h3> +</div> +<p>Steele Weir crossed the cabin to Janet’s side.</p> +<p>“You are unhurt?” he asked, his eyes scanning her +face anxiously.</p> +<p>“Yes. And, oh, how glad I am you came!” she cried, +low. “I knew you would not fail me if you but learned +of my plight; but it’s wonderful you should be here so +soon. I prayed every minute of my ride that Juanita +would find and tell you.”</p> +<p>“I couldn’t come half as fast as I wished.” His smile +assured and cheered her. Then as his glance fell on her +wrists, still red and creased from being bound, he +exclaimed, “What’s this? Let me see.” And he caught +and lifted her hands to look.</p> +<p>“He had you tied?” Weir’s gaze moved away to +Sorenson.</p> +<p>“Yes. Hands and feet.”</p> +<p>“All the way? All the long ride?”</p> +<p>“Yes––look out!”</p> +<p>Janet’s words, half a gasp, half a shriek, gave +warning of Sorenson’s movement, though none was +needed. While apparently neglecting to watch the other, +Weir had kept the man sharp in the corner of his eye. +The motion with which his hand darted to his hip and +up again was a single lightning-like sweep; and his +weapon covered his enemy before the latter’s hand so +much as got his revolver in grasp.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_168' name='page_168'></a>168</span></div> +<p>“Drop it; drop it on the floor!” the engineer ordered. +The gun clattered on the rough-hewn logs. “Now put +your hands up and turn your back this way.” Sorenson +obeyed, not without his eyes speaking the disappointed +wrath and hatred his tongue dared not utter. “I should +have allowed you to make a full draw and then killed +you,” Steele Weir went on. “That would have been the +simplest way to settle your case. Only I don’t like to +kill bunglers, even when they deserve it.”</p> +<p>He re-sheathed his own gun and strode forward, +picking up the one on the floor––a black, ugly-looking +automatic. This he dropped into a coat pocket.</p> +<p>“Now face about, you cur,” he commanded. “I want +a good look at a man––no, I’ll not call you a man––at a +low-lived imitation of a man who is such a sneaking, dirty +beast that all he can do is to trap and tie up a helpless +girl. I don’t know yet just what I shall do with you, +but I know what I ought to do––I ought to choke the +miserable life out of you! You’re not fit to live. You +soil the earth and pollute the air. But you’re of the +same treacherous, underhanded, scoundrelly breed as +your father, same yellow flesh and blood, same crooked +mind and heart, same sort of poisonous snake, and since +you get it all from him I suppose it can’t be helped. Nor +changed, except by killing and burying you. One thing +is sure, when I’m done you won’t be trying any more +deals like this. Bah, you slimy reptile, you belong in a +cess-pool!”</p> +<p>Under Steele Weir’s biting speech Sorenson’s face +went red and pale by turns. His lips twitched and +worked, moving his mustache in little angry lifts, while +he breathed with short spasmodic intakes.</p> +<p>“First, you’re after Mexican girls,” Weir went on +mercilessly. “Then Mary Johnson, whom I pulled out +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_169' name='page_169'></a>169</span> +of your vile fingers. And now it’s––” The engineer’s +fist arose suddenly above the other’s head. “Why, I +ought to drop you dead in your tracks for so much as +looking at Janet Hosmer! Why don’t you fight? Why +don’t you give me a chance, you cowardly girl-robber? +Haven’t you a spark of––well, you haven’t, I see. I’ll +just tie you up and later figure out some way to make +you suffer for this night’s work.” And with a gesture +of disgust Weir turned away.</p> +<p>It was the moment Sorenson had been waiting for. +As the engineer’s back came about, exposed in one +instant of carelessness, the man struck Weir full force on +the neck, sending him staggering. Then Sorenson leaped +for the doorway.</p> +<p>Janet screamed. Weir recovered himself and whirled +around, whipping forth his revolver and firing two shots. +But the bullets only buried themselves in the door +slammed shut after the escaping prisoner.</p> +<p>“I myself ought to be shot for this,” Steele snapped +out.</p> +<p>He ran across the cabin, flung the door open, sprang +out. The uselessness of seeking his enemy in the black +wet gloom was only too evident, but he would not give up. +Gun in hand, he stood listening for sound of fleeing +footsteps.</p> +<p>A light hand gripped his arm. Janet had followed +him out, was at his side. Barely audible he heard her +quick, excited breathing.</p> +<p>“Must you shoot him?” she whispered.</p> +<p>“Why spare him for more deviltry? But I’ll not have +the chance now.”</p> +<p>“I can’t bear to think of even his blood being on our +hands. Let him go,” Janet said.</p> +<p>“He’s gone without our permission, I’d say.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_170' name='page_170'></a>170</span></div> +<p>“Isn’t it just as well? I’m not harmed, and he’ll never +dare show his face in San Mateo again,” she said. +“He’ll have to stay away; he’ll leave for good.”</p> +<p>“Not until I see him first. I want that paper.”</p> +<p>“Oh, the paper, I forgot it! And it’s in his pocket,” +she cried, in despair.</p> +<p>“Like the fool I was, I forgot it for the moment too,” +Steele said bitterly. “When I could have had it at once +I must go off ranting about his meanness. It was +thought of what he had done to you that made me overlook +the paper; that set me boiling. Lost my head.”</p> +<p>Janet’s answer was almost sufficient recompense +for even such a serious deprivation as that of the document.</p> +<p>“I’ll never forget that you were angry in my behalf,” +she said, softly. “But perhaps you can gain possession +of the paper yet.”</p> +<p>Before he could make a reply the sound of a motor +engine startled them. Sorenson was in his car, not far +off. Weir immediately plunged forward through the +darkness in the direction of the noise, uttering a shout +for the man to stop or be shot. But after the taste of +liberty that he already had had Sorenson was prepared +to take further chances; the engine’s roar burst into +full volume and the car leaped ahead, while its driver +sent back a derisive curse to the cabin.</p> +<p>Weir fired again, fired two or three times at the sound. +Perhaps Sorenson was crouching safely out of range; at +any rate, the bullets did not reach him, for the automobile +plunged away. Steele slowly went back to the +girl.</p> +<p>“How can he see without lights?” she questioned.</p> +<p>“He can’t see, but he’d rather risk not seeing the road +than drawing my fire. There’s a bad place there at the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_171' name='page_171'></a>171</span> +rock; he’d better turn on his lamps if he wants to round +that.”</p> +<p>Sensing the danger that threatened Sorenson, both +remained unmoving, trying to penetrate the darkness, +harkening to the automobile’s retreating murmur. A +curiosity, a sort of detached suspense, rooted them to +the spot.</p> +<p>“Ah, he’s snapped them on!” Janet said, almost with +relief.</p> +<p>The powerful beam of the headlights had suddenly +blazed forth. Either feeling that he was safe from +Weir’s gun or realizing that he was on the verge of a +graver danger, Sorenson had chosen to make the light. +He was going at headlong speed; even where they +watched, Steele and Janet perceived that,––and only his +fear of the peril behind which made him heedless of the +difficulties in front could account for that reckless pace.</p> +<p>The light leaped out into the night. Something else +too seemed to spring forth within the circle of the glow, +dark, sudden, imminent, rushing at the machine. A +frantic jerk this way and that of the beam showed the +driver’s mad effort to avoid the towering wall of granite. +Then a scream rang back to the man and girl before +the cabin. Followed instantly a crash, an extinguishment +of the light, darkness, silence, and finally a thin +quivering flame at the base of the ledge, delicate and +blue, like a dancing chimera.</p> +<p>Janet’s hand reached out and closed in Steele Weir’s, +and he covered it with his other hand.</p> +<p>“Oh, how terrible!” she gasped. “Did you see? The +rock seemed to smite him!”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“He must be dead.”</p> +<p>“You remain here and I’ll go find out.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_172' name='page_172'></a>172</span></div> +<p>He led her into the cabin and to a stool by the table, +where resting her elbows on the board she pressed her +hands over her eyes as if to blot out the sight she had +just witnessed. After all she had suffered, the climax +of this dreadful spectacle left her unnerved, weak, +shuddering.</p> +<p>“Don’t stay long,” she whispered. “Come back as +quick as you can. This cabin, this whole spot in the +mountains, is awful. I can almost feel him hovering +over me.”</p> +<p>“You mustn’t permit such thoughts.” He gave her +shoulder an encouraging pat. “It will take but a few +minutes to see if he’s still alive and then we’ll start home. +You’ve been the bravest girl going and will continue to +be, I know. Everything is over; nothing can happen +to you now.”</p> +<p>Weir went out. He perceived that the wrecked car +was fully afire by this time, its flames illuminating the +granite ledge and the ground about. Evidently the +machine’s fuel tank had been smashed under the impact +and the gasoline had escaped, preventing an explosion +but fiercely feeding the blaze. He ran towards the place.</p> +<p>At first he did not find Sorenson, so that he supposed +him buried beneath the wreckage, but presently he +discovered his crumpled form lying jammed between the +base of the ledge and a boulder. Weir lifted the limp +figure from its resting place and bore it to open ground, +where he made an examination of the still form. Clearly +Sorenson had been pitched free of the car and crushed +against the rock wall. His cap was missing; his coat +was ripped up the back and a part of it gone as if caught +and held by some obstruction in the car when he had +been shot forth; blood and a great bruise marked one +cheek; and the way his legs dragged when he was lifted +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_173' name='page_173'></a>173</span> +up indicated some serious injury to those members. But +the man still breathed.</p> +<p>“Miracles haven’t ceased,” Weir muttered, when he +had made sure of the fact. “But his chance is slim at +best.”</p> +<p>It would be false to say that the engineer felt +compassion at the other’s sudden catastrophe; he +experienced none. On the contrary he had a sense of +justice fittingly executed, as if, escaping bullets and +man’s blows, Sorenson had been felled by a more certain +power, by the inevitable consequences of his own deeds +and sins, by a wall of evil he himself had raised as much +as by a wall of stone.</p> +<p>He searched the man’s breast pocket, then hunted for +the missing document among the stones and bushes. At +last he gave up for the time further seeking, with a +conviction that the vital paper was gone for good, +destroyed in the fire of the burning car. But for his +own over-confidence, his belief he had Sorenson a safe +prisoner back there in the cabin, the sheets might be +secure in his pocket. Well, it was too late now.</p> +<p>He again lifted the unconscious man in his arms and +returned to the log house. Inside he laid him on the +rude bed which Sorenson himself had spread with sheets +and blankets.</p> +<p>“He’s alive?” Janet asked, awed.</p> +<p>“Alive, but badly hurt.”</p> +<p>“You’ll leave him here?”</p> +<p>“Yes, while I take you away. We could do nothing +for him in any case; his injuries are grave and need a +doctor’s help. The best service we can perform in his +behalf is to start your father or some other physician +here as quickly as possible. He may live or he may die; +that isn’t in our hands. He’s unconscious and not +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_174' name='page_174'></a>174</span> +suffering, and probably will not feel pain for some hours +if he does live, so we can go without feeling that we’re +robbing him of any of his chances of recovery. Your +conscience may rest quite easy on that point. Come, +we’ll start at once. The quicker we reach your father, +the quicker he will arrive here.”</p> +<p>When they were in his car he wrapped a robe about +her against the sharp chill.</p> +<p>“I am cold; my teeth are chattering,” she said.</p> +<p>“You’ve been under a great strain. Just lie back and +rest and think of something else than what has happened, +if you can,” he urged.</p> +<p>“I’ll try to.”</p> +<p>The lamps blazed out at his touch of the switch and +the car began to move. She closed her eyes. She did +not wish to see the scene of the smash, with the leaping +fire and the horrible pile of crushed metal. Indeed, she +drew the robe before her face, where she kept it for some +time.</p> +<p>“Are we past the place?” she asked, finally.</p> +<p>“A long way past.”</p> +<p>“Thank heaven! Nothing shall ever drag me up this +road again!”</p> +<p>“It will not take us long to reach Johnson’s and be off +this trail altogether, for it’s down-hill going all the way.”</p> +<p>“You said nothing about the paper? Did you get it?”</p> +<p>“No; it wasn’t on him. I’ll return for another look, +but it fell in the fire, I think, and burned.”</p> +<p>“Do you know what was in it, Mr. Weir?”</p> +<p>“No. But I can guess.”</p> +<p>“I know a little of its contents, from what he said +before you entered. It was a statement, something +about his father and others doing dishonest acts, I think. +He didn’t seem to be quite clear what it was about +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_175' name='page_175'></a>175</span> +either, but he spoke of your father and declared he hoped +the others had swindled him, which he inferred had +happened. I didn’t know your father ever had been in +this country. That’s the reason you hate those men, +Mr. Sorenson and Mr. Vorse and Mr. Burkhardt; +because of some injury they worked your father.”</p> +<p>“That’s the reason. And that too is why they’re +trying to get rid of me one way or another. But they +didn’t hire the Mexican to attempt to shoot me; +Ed Sorenson employed him. Martinez, when you told +me the man’s name, telegraphed around the country +from Bowenville till he got track of the fellow. He also +secured evidence that a white man resembling Ed +Sorenson had been seen talking with him at the place he +came from. So we can draw our conclusions.”</p> +<p>“Then he hired the man to assassinate you!”</p> +<p>“Looks like it. Because I took Mary Johnson away +from him, and from fear. He was afraid you might +learn of the matter, I suppose, and decided to get rid of +me. He’s a coward at heart, but none the less a criminal +by instinct, so he hired another to do what he dared not +attempt himself. A crook like his father, but with less +nerve.”</p> +<p>Janet was silent while the car wound its way down +the creek road, through the misty darkness and among +the invisible peaks. The full danger that she had +escaped was but now making itself clear to her mind.</p> +<p>“If he would go so far as to try to murder you,” she +faltered, “I surely could have expected no pity from +him.”</p> +<p>“Now listen to me,” he said. “I’m going to give you +a little scolding: you must forget all this business; it +just makes you fearful and unhappy. The past is over, +and he’s out of your life for good. Look at it that way. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_176' name='page_176'></a>176</span> +Consider the thing as a bad dream, done with and no +more important. That’s ‘the right view to take’”––he +paused, then added softly––“Janet.”</p> +<p>“How strong-souled you are!” she whispered.</p> +<p>Strong, in truth, he seemed. Ignoring danger he had +come swift on Sorenson’s track and rescued her, saved +her, kept her clean from her assailant’s infamous +brutishness. The one was a knave and a beast; but he, +Steele Weir, was a man, clear to see, quick to act, hard +towards enemies, gentle to friends. Every particle a +man––sure of himself, and fearless, and true-hearted, and +firm of soul.</p> +<p>She pressed her hands tight against her breast. He +was a man one could love and honor. “Cold Steel” Weir +they called him––and, she divined, his love if ever given +would be as lasting as hoops of steel.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_177' name='page_177'></a>177</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XVIII_IN_THE_NIGHT_WATCHES' id='CHAPTER_XVIII_IN_THE_NIGHT_WATCHES'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> +<h3>IN THE NIGHT WATCHES</h3> +</div> +<p>A light still burned in the Johnson ranch house, late +as was the hour, when the car swung round a copse of +aspens and brought it in view. Johnson himself came +forth at sound of the automobile, with a sleepy Mary +following.</p> +<p>“I wouldn’t go to bed, of course, knowing you were +to come back,” said he. But his true reason appeared in +his added words, “I was just about ready to saddle a +horse and head up there myself. Mighty glad to see you +safe back, Miss Hosmer. Mary has had some coffee on +the fire ever since Weir went along, knowing you’d be +cold and worn out.”</p> +<p>“Just the thing!” Steele exclaimed. “We’re both +chilled. Come, Janet.” And he stepped from the +machine.</p> +<p>Without demur the girl placed her hand in the one he +offered and descended stiffly. Mary ran back into the +house to attend to the coffee-pot and the visitors presently +were seated at the kitchen table at places already +laid, with cups of steaming strong coffee and plates of +food before them.</p> +<p>Janet contented herself with the hot, reviving drink, +but Weir ate heartily as well. Coming and going, forty +miles of driving a rough mountain road had given him a +laborer’s appetite.</p> +<p>“It’s late, one o’clock,” Mary said to Janet. “Why +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_178' name='page_178'></a>178</span> +don’t you stay with us the rest of the night? I wish +you would.”</p> +<p>Janet put up an arm and drew down the face of the +girl at her side and kissed her.</p> +<p>“You’re a good friend, Mary, to be so thoughtful,” +she answered. “But father will be terribly anxious +every minute I’m away. I must reach home as quickly +as possible to ease his mind.”</p> +<p>Of Sorenson nothing had been spoken, though a +repressed curiosity on the part of the ranchman and his +daughter had been evident from the instant of Weir’s +and Janet’s return.</p> +<p>At this point Johnson jerked his head in the direction +of the creek.</p> +<p>“What did you do to him, Weir?” he growled.</p> +<p>“Not as much as I intended at first. But he made up +for it himself. Ran his car against that granite ledge +before the cabin while trying to get away, and smashed +himself up badly. I carried him into the hut and left +him there; he was alive when we drove off, but he may +be dead by now. Bad eggs like him are hard to kill, +however. I’ll start a doctor up there when I arrive in +San Mateo; probably one from Bowenville.”</p> +<p>“Father won’t attend him now, so long as there’s +another physician who can, I know,” Janet stated.</p> +<p>“I should say not!” Johnson asseverated. “If that +young hound Sorenson had his deserts, we’d just leave +him there and forget all about him.”</p> +<p>“That’s where our civilized notions handicap us,” +Steele Weir said, with a slight smile. “But at that, if he +were the only person concerned, I’d do no more than inform +a doctor where he was and what had happened to +him, and wash my hands of the affair. There are other +things, though, to consider. Janet’s position, primarily. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_179' name='page_179'></a>179</span> +Her case is similar to that of Mary’s awhile ago, and we +must prevent talk.”</p> +<p>“Yes, of course.”</p> +<p>“The worst of the doings of a scoundrel like him that +involve innocent people is the talk. There are always +some people low enough to ascribe evil to the girl as well +as the man in such a circumstance as this. I propose to +see that Janet doesn’t suffer that. We avoided it in +Mary’s case and we’ll do so in this, though the situation +is more difficult. I’ve been thinking the matter over on +the way down and have a plan that will work out, I +believe, but it requires your help, Johnson.”</p> +<p>“I reckon you know you’ll not have to ask me twice for +anything,” the rancher remarked.</p> +<p>“And we may have to shuffle the facts a bit.”</p> +<p>“All right. I’ll do all the lying necessary and never +bat an eye.”</p> +<p>“It won’t require much decorating, the story. But +you will have to go up and get him, starting at once.” +Then he concluded, “I hate to have to ask you to make +that drive late at night and in the darkness.”</p> +<p>“Never mind that. Glad to do it, if that’s what you +want.”</p> +<p>“Take your wagon and fill the box with hay and bring +him down. By coming back slowly he won’t be jarred, +and he has to be brought out anyway. If he’s dead, +well, bring his body just the same. A doctor should be +easily at your house by the time you arrive; and your +story is that a sheepherder found him lying by his +wrecked car, carried him into the cabin and then came +down and told you of the accident, on which you went +and brought him in, not knowing, of course, in the dark +who he was or what he was doing up there or how the +smash-up had occurred. You might suggest that he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_180' name='page_180'></a>180</span> +was camping there by himself to fish, and stop at +that.”</p> +<p>Johnson nodded.</p> +<p>“I’ll say just enough and no more,” he remarked.</p> +<p>“If you start at once, you’ll be there by daylight if +not before. That will get you back here by nine or ten +o’clock. I don’t want him taken to San Mateo; that +would stir up a swarm of inquiries and might even send +some of the curious up to the spot. Let the trail get +cold, so to speak. People aren’t half as curious about a +thing three or four days after it happens as at the +moment.”</p> +<p>“I’ve noticed that myself.”</p> +<p>“And another thing, I don’t wish his father to learn of +the matter just yet. Under other circumstances he +should be the first to know, but I want the news kept +from him for a special reason. Besides, it would be +better if he found out about it from others and through +roundabout channels. His son up there I don’t see +doing any talking himself for some time if he does +live. When he is able to talk, I believe he’ll decide to +keep his mouth shut or just accept the explanation given +that he was fishing or something of that kind. When +the doctor has looked him over, either he or you will +carry him to Bowenville. If we could ship him at once +to Gaston, where there’s some sort of a hospital, I +suppose, or even to Santa Fé, that would be the thing. +He’d be out of the way; there’d be no talk; there would +be no explanations to make except to the doctor.”</p> +<p>“Every doctor round these parts probably knows +him,” Johnson said, “and so would insist on taking him +home.”</p> +<p>“There’s a new one at Bowenville, father says,” Janet +put in. “A young man, just starting practice. He +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_181' name='page_181'></a>181</span> +hasn’t been there but a few weeks and may not know Ed.”</p> +<p>“He’s the man for us!” Weir declared. “We’ll send +for him. Now we must be going.”</p> +<p>Steele arose from the table and stretched his shoulders.</p> +<p>“And I’ll hitch up my team immediately,” the rancher +said.</p> +<p>“I’ll go with you,” Mary exclaimed.</p> +<p>“Tut, tut, girl.”</p> +<p>“I can help you, and I want to do something to help +Mr. Weir and Janet Hosmer, even if it’s only a little bit. +I’m strong, I don’t care if it is late––anyway, I’d just +have nightmares if I stayed here alone,––and I can help +you with him. I’m going,” she ended, obstinately.</p> +<p>Johnson eyed her for a moment, then yielded.</p> +<p>“Nothing to be afraid of now,” he rejoined, “but +if you would rather go along with your dad, all +right.”</p> +<p>Five minutes later Steele and Janet were emerging +from the canyon upon the mesa. The drizzling rain still +continued and the unseen mist beat cool upon their +cheeks as the car swung away from Terry Creek for +town. Except for the stream of light projected before +them, they were engulfed in Stygian darkness; and save +for the slithering sound of the tires on the wet road, +they moved in profound night silence.</p> +<p>“That business is arranged,” Steele said, after a time. +“But we still have the results of the attack on Martinez +to deal with. I don’t know how long he’ll hold out +against the men who dragged him off, probably not long. +I suppose Burkhardt and perhaps Vorse took him, and +they’ll stop at nothing to get the paper they’re after. +How they learned of it, I don’t know, but find out about +it they did; and they’ll force the information they want +from Martinez if they have to resort to hot irons. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_182' name='page_182'></a>182</span> +That’s the kind of men they are. The lawyer will stick +up to a certain point––then he’ll tell. That brings you +into their way.”</p> +<p>“You also,” Janet answered.</p> +<p>“I’ve been there for some time,” was his grim +response. “But in your case it’s different. I’m worried, +I tell you frankly.”</p> +<p>“Do you think they would dare try to intimidate me +in my own home and with father to protect me?” she +cried, incredulously.</p> +<p>“Not there, perhaps. But if they could inveigle you +away, yes. They wouldn’t use hot irons in your case, of +course, and I can’t guess just what they would do, but +they would do––something. Those men think I have the +‘goods’ on them; I repeat, they would stop at nothing to +save themselves if worst came to worst; their fear will +make them fiends. One couldn’t suppose they would +dare seize Martinez in all defiance of law––but they did. +One can’t believe they would dream of torturing him for +information––but I haven’t a doubt that’s what they’ve +done. So you see why I’m worried about you. If +anything happened, if any harm came to you now, +Janet––”</p> +<p>His voice was unsteady as he spoke her name and +ceased abruptly. She thrilled to this betrayal of his +feeling.</p> +<p>“I wish I could just stick at your side, then I know I +should be safe,” she said.</p> +<p>And for answer she felt his hand grope and press her +own for an instant.</p> +<p>“You can count on me being somewhere around.”</p> +<p>“I know that,” she said, confidently.</p> +<p>San Mateo was asleep, buried in gloom when they +entered it, and quiet except for the barking of a dog +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_183' name='page_183'></a>183</span> +or two that their passage stirred to activity. But in +Dr. Hosmer’s cottage a light was burning and as the +car came to a stop at its gate the door was flung open +and the doctor himself appeared framed in the doorway. +He ran hastily down the walk to meet them.</p> +<p>“Janet!” he cried. And the girl flung her arms about +him.</p> +<p>“Juanita told you? Oh, it was dreadful! But Mr. +Weir has brought me home safe.”</p> +<p>Dr. Hosmer too agitated to speak reached out and +grasped the engineer’s hand, pressing it fervently.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p>At about that moment three men sat in the rear of +Vorse’s saloon. The shades were drawn and the front +part of the long room was dark. Only a dull light +burned where they sat. They were talking in low tones, +with long pauses, with worried but determined, savage +faces––Vorse, Burkhardt, Sorenson.</p> +<p>“Where the devil is she, that’s what I want to know!” +Burkhardt growled. “I’ve been over twice and looked +through a window. Doc was there.”</p> +<p>“She’s in bed and asleep, probably,” Sorenson said.</p> +<p>“I don’t believe it. The old man would be in the sheets +himself if that were the case. Didn’t I call up twice by +’phone too? She was out, they said.”</p> +<p>“Couldn’t do much with her father there, anyway. +We’ve got to get the paper by soft talk,” Vorse +commented. “I still half believe Martinez was lying +when he said it had been in that old chair. She couldn’t +have got to the office and away in the hour or two before +he told without some one seeing her, and no one did so far +as we can learn. We locked the door too the second +time we went back and it hasn’t been opened since; and +we were there ten minutes after our first visit when we +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_184' name='page_184'></a>184</span> +learned the papers weren’t among those in his pocket. I +think he’s got it cached away somewhere still.”</p> +<p>“Then we’ll give him another dose of our medicine.”</p> +<p>“If I know anything about men, he told the truth,” +Sorenson said.</p> +<p>“Well, if the girl has it, we’ve got to get it from her if +I have to wring her neck to do it.” It was Burkhardt’s +inflamed utterance.</p> +<p>A pause followed.</p> +<p>“Sorenson, your boy is engaged to her,” Vorse stated.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Then it’s up to him to get it first thing in the +morning. Maybe it goes against the grain to let him +know about this business of the past, but it ain’t going to +knock him over; he’s no fool, he’s a wise bird, he understands +that a good many things are done in business that +aren’t advertised. He knows we weren’t missionaries in +the old days. And she’ll hand it over for him when she +might not for any one else.”</p> +<p>“That’s right, Sorenson,” Burkhardt affirmed, his +scowling face visibly clearing.</p> +<p>“Ed went away somewhere this evening, that’s the only +drawback to your scheme. Said something about +Bowenville and catching the night train to Santa Fé, and +that he might be gone maybe a couple of days and maybe +a week.”</p> +<p>“Hell!” Burkhardt exploded, in consternation.</p> +<p>Vorse however remained cool.</p> +<p>“Then you must start telegrams to head him off, start +them the instant you get home. Telephone to Bowenville +the message you want sent and have the operator +dispatch it to all trains going both ways since early +evening, in order to make sure. If you can reach him +within two or three hours, wherever he is, he can hop off, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_185' name='page_185'></a>185</span> +catch a train back and be here by to-morrow evening. +Make your message urgent. And meanwhile we’ll do +what we can to get hold of that paper. At any rate we +can keep her from seeing Weir. If we have to watch her +we’ll do it; and if we have to stop her from going to the +dam we’ll do that someway too. You might invite her +over to-morrow to spend the day at your house.”</p> +<p>“Do you think she’ll be likely to come if she reads that +document?” the banker inquired coldly.</p> +<p>“Why not? Tell her right off the bat that the thing +is a lie and a forgery and that you want to explain about +how it was made. She might fall for that and carry the +document to you. She’s always had a good opinion of +you, hasn’t she?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Then why should she change at a mere story.”</p> +<p>“You’re right,” Sorenson exclaimed with sudden +energy. “The matter described happened so long ago +that she won’t probably attach as much importance to it +as we’ve imagined she would. I’ll ask her to bring it to +me to see––and that will be all that’s necessary, once it’s +in my fingers.”</p> +<p>“And what about him?” Burkhardt asked, striking the +floor with his heel.</p> +<p>“Just leave him there for the present. To-morrow +we’ll have another talk with him,” the cattleman stated. +“Better offer him a couple of thousand to go to another +state; he’ll grab at the chance, I fancy. Money heals +most wounds. But, Vorse, keep your cellar locked and +the bartender away from it. We can start Martinez +away sometime to-morrow.”</p> +<p>“Don’t know about that. To-morrow night will be +our busy night,” the ex-sheriff said.</p> +<p>“We might let Gordon handle him,” Vorse suggested.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_186' name='page_186'></a>186</span></div> +<p>“I thought perhaps you intended to keep the Judge in +ignorance of this Martinez matter. He seems to be +getting sort of feeble.”</p> +<p>“He’s not too feeble to take his share of the unpleasant +jobs along with the rest of us,” Vorse answered, unfeelingly. +“I shall have him in here first thing in the morning +and tell him what’s happened and what we’ve done +and what he has to do.”</p> +<p>“Sure,” said Burkhardt.</p> +<p>“Well, that’s agreeable to me,” Sorenson stated, +looking at his watch and rising: “Time we were turning +in, if there’s nothing more.”</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p>At the dam camp Meyers, the assistant chief engineer, +and Atkinson, the superintendent, were still awake, +smoking and talking in the office.</p> +<p>“I smelt enough booze on those fellows who came +stringing in here to fill the reservoir,” the latter was +saying. “Some one’s feeding it to them.”</p> +<p>“Nobody drunk, though.”</p> +<p>“No. But who’s giving it to them and why? I asked +one fellow and he said he’d been to a birthday party, and +wouldn’t tell where. They were all feeling pretty lush, +even if they weren’t soused. And to-morrow’s Sunday!”</p> +<p>“They’ll all be idle, you mean?”</p> +<p>“Sure. If there’s more liquor, they’ll be after it. All +day to drink in means a big celebration. The whiskey is +sent up from town, of course, and I reckon sent just at +this time to get us all in bad while Mr. Pollock’s here.”</p> +<p>“We’ll look up the bootlegging nest to-morrow,” +Meyers said, with finality.</p> +<p>“What can we do if we do locate it? They’re not +selling the stuff, I judge, but giving it away. That +clears their skirts and forces us to deal with the men +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_187' name='page_187'></a>187</span> +themselves if there’s any dealing done. Probably they +hope to start a big row among us that way.”</p> +<p>“We’ll await Weir’s advice.”</p> +<p>“Well, I’ve waited all I’m going to to-night. Seems +to me for a steady, quiet, self-respecting, dignified, +unhooked, unmarried, unmortgaged, unromantic man he’s +skylarking and gallivanting around pretty late.”</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p>On the rocky creek road the ranchman and his +daughter Mary were driving up among the trees on their +way to the cabin, a lantern swinging from the end of the +wagon tongue, the horses straining against the grade. +On Johnson’s beard the moisture formed beads which +from time to time he brushed away. From the trees +collected drops of water fell on their hands and knees. +All about as they proceeded the bushes and rocks +appeared in shadowy outline, to disappear in the night +once more, yielding to others.</p> +<p>“Isn’t this cabin where we’re going the one we drove +to three years ago when you were hunting some cattle?” +Mary asked.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“I never thought then that Ed Sorenson would be +lying up there all mashed to pieces,” she said, with awed +voice.</p> +<p>“I guess he didn’t either,” was the dry response.</p> +<p>“He ought to be ready to stop chasing girls after +this,” she declared.</p> +<p>“He won’t if he can walk; his kind never does quit.”</p> +<p>“Then his kind ought to be locked up somewhere like +mad dogs. In a ’sylum, maybe.”</p> +<p>“I guess you’re right on that, Mary. They’re +dangerous.”</p> +<p>“Funny we didn’t know he’d been up there, going past +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_188' name='page_188'></a>188</span> +our house. He must have been there first before taking +Janet.”</p> +<p>“Sneaked up in the night, probably. He’d have to +have grub and so on if he expected to stay even a day or +two. Crooks always look after their bellies, be sure.”</p> +<p>“I reckon Janet Hosmer will like Mr. Weir a whole lot +now, don’t you?”</p> +<p>“She ought to, if she doesn’t.”</p> +<p>A long silence followed while Mary apparently pursued +the line of thought opened up by this speculation.</p> +<p>“If she has the good sense I think she has,” the rancher +stated at length, for his mind at least had been following +out the subject, “she’ll not only like him a whole +lot, but she’ll lead him to the altar and put her brand on +him.”</p> +<p>He spoke to unhearing ears. For just then Mary +sagged against him, her head sank on his shoulder. He +put an arm around her form and let her sleep, thus +roughly expressing his tenderness and love. Weir had +not only rescued Janet Hosmer from the clutches of the +man now lying injured; he also had once saved Johnson’s +own child Mary from the scoundrel’s grasp.</p> +<p>Weir might ask anything of him, even to the laying +down of his life in his defense.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_189' name='page_189'></a>189</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XIX_A_QUEER_PAPER' id='CHAPTER_XIX_A_QUEER_PAPER'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2> +<h3>A QUEER PAPER</h3> +</div> +<p>When Mary Johnson next opened her eyes it was at +a little shake by her father. She had slept heavily despite +the jolting of the wagon; and now looked about +drowsy-eyed and at a loss to know where she was. Her +clothes and face were damp, her hands cold. She wasn’t +sure yet but this was still a dream––the team and wagon, +the cabin before which they stood, the trees and rocks +scattered about the grassy park-like basin, and the +soaring mountain peaks on every hand that were just +touched by the first early sun-rays.</p> +<p>The rain and mists were gone, leaving the dawn clear, +gray, sharp, scented with the pungent odor of balsam +and pine. From a distance came the subdued murmur of +Terry Creek, which here high in the mountain range had +its source in springs and brooks flowing from pools. All +was peaceful.</p> +<p>Mary’s look came to rest on the cabin. Over it reared +the great pines that grew in a clump behind. Its door +was ajar, but the log house for any sign of occupancy +might have been untenanted. Immediately the girl +glanced back along the road they had come and beheld +there in the dim shadow at the foot of the lofty granite +ledge a shapeless black lump. She shivered.</p> +<p>“You awake?” her father asked.</p> +<p>“Yes.” And she began to climb down over the wagon +wheel.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_190' name='page_190'></a>190</span></div> +<p>“Wait here. I’ll go in first. He might be–––” But +though the rancher did not complete his sentence the +words spoken carried their own grave implication.</p> +<p>He came out again presently. Mary gazed at his +face to read from it the news it might carry, and it was +with a breath of relief she perceived that the injured man +was still alive, for her father himself appeared easier of +mind. Neither would by choice have a dead man for a +passenger on the ride home, even Ed Sorenson.</p> +<p>“He’s breathing, but is still unconscious,” Johnson +declared. “Must have got a crack in the head along with +the rest. Face is covered with dried blood. From the +stuff inside the house he must have been fixing for quite +a stay––blankets, grub, whiskey, candles, and so on. +We’ll eat a bite ourselves before starting back; get the +pail out of the wagon and bring some water and I’ll make +a pot of coffee. There’s a fireplace and wood inside.”</p> +<p>“I’ll get the water, but I’ll stay out while you’re boiling +it,” the girl said. “I don’t want to see him until I have +to go in and help carry him out.”</p> +<p>She went off for the water, on her return setting the +bucket by the door. Then curious to see the place of +Ed Sorenson’s accident, she wandered back along the +trail to the ledge. There she beheld the crumpled, fire-blackened +remains of his automobile in a heap near the +stone wall. Apparently the car had first struck a small +boulder, which had flung Sorenson out on one side and +forward, then leaping this hit the ledge full force.</p> +<p>At the instant he must have been off the road and +headed wrong, she guessed. The rapid daybreak of the +mountains had by now dispersed the last dimness and +indeed the crags far above were bright with sunshine. +She could plainly see the ruin that the machine was, fire +having completed what the smash had left undamaged, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_191' name='page_191'></a>191</span> +and the part of the rock that was smoked by the flames, +and was able to smell yet the reek of burnt oil, varnish +and rubber.</p> +<p>With the eyes of the curious she stared at the wreck, +at the ledge, at the ground, absorbed with simple speculations +and filled with a sense of awe. The machine must +have made a big sound when it struck. It was a lot of +money gone quickly, that car. Not enough of it +left to make it worth hauling away. And so on and so +on.</p> +<p>Then all at once her wandering regard detected something +white in a crevice between two stones. At first she +thought it the gleam of a bird or a chipmunk. The thing +was some yards off from the spot where she stood, but +the flutter persisted. So she approached it to learn its +nature.</p> +<p>The thing was a paper. One corner of a sheet stuck +up from the crack in which it lay and was waved gently +by the rising dawn breeze. She drew it out and perceived +it was fastened to other sheets that were folded, all damp +from the rain though not soaked because the cranny had +admitted little moisture. It was the last sheet which +had come partly unfolded, apparently as it fell, so was +left in sight or she would never have noticed the white +flutter. This last sheet was blank, but the others, neatly +folded though wrinkled, were covered with writing she +saw on spreading them open. However, she could not +read the pages; the matter was typewritten, but it was +not English. Some foreign language, maybe.</p> +<p>If Mary could not read the document, she could at +least logically deduce how it had happened to be in its +present resting-place. The paper was here because the +wrecked automobile was here, so when Ed Sorenson was +pitched out the folded sheets of paper must have been +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_192' name='page_192'></a>192</span> +propelled from his pocket by the same force and at the +same instant. It hit a rock after flying through the air +and slid down into the crack.</p> +<p>Perhaps it was only a business document; it looked +like one. Again perhaps it told something about his +crooked private affairs––about his schemes for ruining +girls, possibly. Very likely, indeed. That seemed to be +about all he engaged himself at. When she found some +one who could read it, she would know for certain. She +would just take it along with her and say nothing about +her find until she could have somebody who understood +the writing read it over for her.</p> +<p>In places the typing had stained from dampness, but +not seriously. She could dry out the pages over the +kitchen stove at home. So folding the sheets again, she +doubled the document, tied it in her handkerchief and +placed it inside her waist, where it could not be lost. +Perhaps there were other papers. But a further search +disclosed none, whereupon as her father was shouting to +her from the cabin to come she retraced her steps.</p> +<p>When they had drunk their coffee and eaten some of +Sorenson’s food, making their meal before the door, they +carried the unconscious man out to the wagon, bearing +him in the blanket on which he lay. Other blankets they +spread over him. Johnson also placed at the prostrate +figure’s feet the rest of the eatables in the cabin.</p> +<p>“No need to leave this stuff to the pack-rats,” said he. +“We’ll just consider it a little pay towards fetching him +out.”</p> +<p>“He ought to be willing to pay you a whole lot more +when he learns the trouble you’ve been to.”</p> +<p>“I wouldn’t touch his money if he offered me a thousand +dollars; I’d throw it back in his face. I’m not +doing this for pay, or friendship, or charity; I’m doing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_193' name='page_193'></a>193</span> +it to help Janet Hosmer and because Weir asked me. +If the Sorensons had all the money on earth, they +couldn’t give me a penny as between man and man. If +they owed it to me, that would be another matter. +They’d pay it if I had to stick a gun down their throats +to make them come across.”</p> +<p>“We don’t need any of their money, I guess,” Mary +said.</p> +<p>“Nope. We’re poor but we’re straight. So we’re +better off than they are––richer, if we just look at it +that way.”</p> +<p>Once during the long drive, as they neared the ranch +house, a low moan came from the form on the straw in +the wagonbed. Both Johnson and Mary looked around +quickly, then regarded each other.</p> +<p>“Beginning to suffer,” said the parent. “It’s a wonder +there’s a whole bone in his body. I hope the doctor +is down below waiting for us.”</p> +<p>This proved to be the case when about ten o’clock +Johnson drove his worn-out team into his dooryard. +Weir’s car was there and with it the engineer himself +and a young medical practitioner. Climbing up into the +wagon, the doctor made a hasty examination of the patient.</p> +<p>“Hips broken. Slight concussion of the skull, but not +dangerous,” was his opinion. “I shall not be able to +tell the full seriousness of his injuries until I have him +stripped on a table or bed. Probably there are other +broken bones,––ribs or something. We must get him +down to Bowenville as quickly as possible, for his is a +bad case. But I guess if he has pulled through so far +he’ll recover. If you’ll drive your wagon down to the +mouth of the canyon, we’ll transfer him to my car, which +is double seated, and then you can accompany me to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_194' name='page_194'></a>194</span> +town; Mr. Weir says you are willing to go along and +help. I’ll send you back from Bowenville.”</p> +<p>“Yes, I’ll go along. Mary will ride down with us and +bring back the team and wagon.”</p> +<p>“Strange what he was doing up there in the mountains +with an automobile alone,” the doctor remarked.</p> +<p>“Oh, he might have wanted a day’s fishing, or was +taking a look at cattle or range, something like that,” +Johnson stated.</p> +<p>“Mr. Weir said a sheepherder found him. Wasn’t +that it, sir?”</p> +<p>The engineer turned to the rancher.</p> +<p>“Wasn’t that the way of it?”</p> +<p>“Yes. Showed up here late and said he had found the +man and carried him into the cabin. Said his wrecked +car was still burning, so the accident couldn’t have occurred +very long previous. Said we ought to bring +him down immediately as he was badly hurt. So I sent +word to Dr. Hosmer, and my girl and I set off at once, +the sheepherder going back with us. Said he just happened +to be looking for a stray sheep or he would never +have come on this man, as he was heading his band for +a pass to get over on the west side of the range. S’pose +we’ll never see him again.”</p> +<p>“Do you know who this man is?”</p> +<p>“His face seems sort of familiar,” Johnson replied, +scratching his chin. “But he looks like a city chap, by +his clothes, what’s left of them. No papers or anything +on him to tell his name. Might have come over the pass +himself from the other side; men go everywhere in these +hill-climbing cars they make nowadays.”</p> +<p>“Somebody will be seeking information soon and then +we’ll know,” the physician said. “He’ll probably give +his name and address himself when he comes round. But +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_195' name='page_195'></a>195</span> +if I’m not mistaken he’ll need another sort of car if he +does any moving about when he’s out of bed.”</p> +<p>“Why’s that?”</p> +<p>“Speaking off-hand, I’ll say he’ll never walk again. +That’s the way broken hips usually turn out; and if his +spine is injured, as I suspect, he will probably be paralyzed +from the waist down. Hard luck for a young man +like him. He’ll wish at times he was killed outright.”</p> +<p>Unobserved by the speaker Weir and Johnson exchanged +a meaningful look. In the minds of both moved +the same thought, that Providence had punished Ed +Sorenson according to his sins and more adequately than +could man. Dreadful years were before him. He would, +in truth, wish a thousand times that he had died at the +foot of the ledge.</p> +<p>Half an hour later the visitors had departed, the +rancher going with the physician and his charge to +Bowenville, Weir returning to San Mateo. Mary had +driven the wagon up from the mouth of the canyon, unharnessed +the horses, watered and fed them, and now +was seated in the kitchen staring absently out the open +door. After so much excitement she felt distrait, depressed.</p> +<p>Finally she produced and dried the papers over the +stove, in which she had re-kindled a fire.</p> +<p>“Funny how anybody should want to talk or write +anything but English,” she remarked to herself, gazing +at the pages.</p> +<p>She attempted to extract some sense from the strange +words. At the bottom of the last sheet she deciphered, +Felipe Martinez’ name under the notorial acknowledgment. +All at once in scanning certain lines she came +on names that were plain enough––Sorenson, Vorse, +Burkhardt, Gordon. The last must mean Judge Gordon. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_196' name='page_196'></a>196</span> +Then presently she found two more names that excited +her curiosity––James Dent’s and Joseph Weir’s.</p> +<p>Springing to her feet she stared at the sheets in her +hand. For some reason or other her blood was beating +with an odd sensation of impending discovery.</p> +<p>“Why––why–––” she stammered. “Why, those are +the men father told about being shot, and him looking on +as a boy! This is a queer paper! I wish he were here.”</p> +<p>Possession of it gave her a feeling of uneasiness. Her +father had warned her never to speak of the matter to +any one––and here was something about it in writing, +or so she guessed. He had said Sorenson and the other +men would kill him at once if they learned he had been +a witness. That meant they would kill her too if they +found out that she not only knew about their crime +but had this paper as well.</p> +<p>She looked about. Finally she retied the document +in a tea-towel, tight and secure, and buried it deep in +the flour barrel. They would not think of looking in +the flour. But she went to the door just the same and +gazed anxiously down the canyon as if enemies might +put their heads in sight that very minute.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_197' name='page_197'></a>197</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XX_ANXIETIES' id='CHAPTER_XX_ANXIETIES'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XX</h2> +<h3>ANXIETIES</h3> +</div> +<p>“My dear doctor, your talents are wasted in San +Mateo. They should be employed in the larger field of +diplomacy,” said Steele Weir, when on his arrival from +Terry Creek he was apprised of what had occurred +during his absence.</p> +<p>“From all indications I shall have full opportunity +for their use hereafter, whatever they may be, in our own +bailiwick,” Doctor Hosmer replied, smiling. “There’s +more going on in our village, apparently, than in many +a small kingdom. I merely had Janet use the truth with +certain limitations, and there’s no wiser course when +part of the facts are known. Sorenson seemed quite +satisfied with her explanation.”</p> +<p>The colloquy resulted from a meeting between Janet +and the cattleman while Weir was guiding the young +physician, summoned from Bowenville, to Johnson’s +ranch. Sorenson had appeared at the house about ten +o’clock that morning desiring to see the girl. They had +talked together on the veranda, where the visitor stated +he had effected a settlement and obtained an acknowledgment +from Martinez, who was trying to blackmail him +and others; that a certain paper had been prepared by +the lawyer for use in the disreputable business; that the +man had said he had asked Janet to secure it from an +old chair in his office; and he wished to learn if she had +done so.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_198' name='page_198'></a>198</span></div> +<p>Janet had admitted such to be the case.</p> +<p>“It was odd Mr. Martinez should telephone me to go +get it, wasn’t it?” she had asked. “But I went, and +there it was stuffed in the lining of the chair.”</p> +<p>“You have it then?” Sorenson stated, with a sigh of +relief and his eyes kindling with eagerness.</p> +<p>“No, I haven’t it now.”</p> +<p>“What in heaven’s name did you do with it?” he +asked.</p> +<p>“As I was coming out of Mr. Martinez’ office, there +at the door was Ed. He had seen me go in and so +stopped his car before the door; after a time he took +the paper to see what it was.”</p> +<p>“Then you didn’t see its contents?”</p> +<p>“No; I didn’t even open it.”</p> +<p>“And he has it?”</p> +<p>“He had it the last I saw of the paper. He read it. +First, he was going to burn it up because it made him +angry, then he changed his mind, saying he would take +it to show to you, as he thought you would be interested. +Is there anything else you wish to know, Mr. Sorenson?”</p> +<p>“Where did he go from there?”</p> +<p>“He drove away. From something he said, I judged +that he planned to be away from home several days.”</p> +<p>Revolting as it was to Janet to put so fair a face on +Ed Sorenson’s conduct, nevertheless she had braced herself +to go through with the part and presented to the +cattleman a clear, natural countenance. The very simplicity +of her story, its directness, its accord with the +facts as he knew them, carried conviction. Innocently +drawn into the affair, she had, in his view, been quickly +guided out again by Ed’s luck and wit.</p> +<p>Ed had the deadly document. The four men concerned +might breathe easily once more. Ed himself, in all +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_199' name='page_199'></a>199</span> +probability, did not realize the true menace of old +Saurez’ deposition, or he would at once have brought +it to him instead of continuing on his trip: the boy no +doubt thought it sufficient to keep it until he returned +or mailed it back from somewhere; he perhaps had taken +it along for a more careful reading. Good boy, anyway. +He had got possession of the thing, that was the main +consideration.</p> +<p>“He told me too that he was leaving last evening for +a few days’ jaunt,” Sorenson said, rising to go. “You’ll +likely have a whole basketful of letters from him. Finest +boy going, Ed, even if it’s his own father who says it. +But he’s the lucky one, Janet.” The girl lowered her +eyelids, for at this flattery she felt she could no longer +dissemble her feelings. “Sorry to have bothered you +about the matter,” he concluded. “Fellows like this +Martinez are always making us trouble. Run over and +eat dinner with us soon.”</p> +<p>He went down the walk, large, dominant and still with +a trace of his early cowman’s walk. Both his step and +his erectness bespoke the buoyant effect of the talk upon +his spirits, which was not to be wondered at as he had +splendid news to import to his confrères in crime. They +would get rid of Martinez, destroy the paper when Ed +delivered it, and their skeleton––this one (of a number) +which had unexpectedly kicked the door open and started +to dance in public––would be safely locked up forever. +For Saurez, the only witness (as they believed) was now +dead: he would make no more depositions. Certainly +Sorenson had reason to walk briskly away from Doctor +Hosmer’s dwelling.</p> +<p>Janet had somberly watched him till he was out of +sight, then had gone inside.</p> +<p>“I don’t see how I ever imagined him an honorable +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_200' name='page_200'></a>200</span> +man,” she said to her father. “For all his pretended +politeness he was ready if necessary to bully me. One +thing he can’t ever say is that I didn’t tell him exact +facts; what I omitted was the circumstances giving rise +to the facts.” And her father, who now knew from Weir +the story of the happening of thirty years before, assured +her that she need be troubled over no moral hairsplitting.</p> +<p>The incident, as Steele Weir perceived, diverted both +suspicion and danger from Janet, at least for a time. +A big gain that. And he was impressed by the subtle +sagacity of the maneuver.</p> +<p>“That wasn’t just a clever move, it was a flash of genius,” +he told father and daughter. Then after a few +minutes more of talk he said: “Now I must be running +up to the dam. To-day is Sunday and the works are +quiet, so if I find everything all right I shall strike back +immediately for Terry Creek and the cabin up above. +I want to make a search for that paper by daylight.”</p> +<p>“After your hard night?” Janet exclaimed. “I +snatched some sleep when we had done talking last night, +but father says you and he had none. You can’t make +that terrible ride again without rest!”</p> +<p>“Missing a night in bed is nothing new,” he laughed. +“Once or twice in my life I’ve not had my clothes off in +a week, and only such cat-naps as I could steal meantime. +But I’ll not boast of that; your father probably +has gone longer periods without sleep, or with only +broken rest, than ever I did. Most doctors do. Be sure +and let me know if anything new occurs.”</p> +<p>But if Weir’s mind was put at ease so far as Janet +was concerned, he had more than enough other cares +to burden his thoughts. The loss of the deposition, +chief of all; then the matter of effecting Martinez’ release, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_201' name='page_201'></a>201</span> +wherever he was immured; and finally, as he +learned from Meyers and Atkinson on reaching camp, +the insidious promise of trouble in the “free whiskey +party.”</p> +<p>“Perhaps whoever supplied the fire-water underestimated +this copper-lined crew’s capacity and didn’t furnish +enough,” Meyers suggested. “Nobody was really +drunk last night and here it is nearly noon, with the +men all hanging about camp. If there was whiskey yet +to be had, some of these thirsty, rollicking scrappers +of ours would be right back at the spigot this morning.”</p> +<p>“Maybe so,” Atkinson admitted. “Seems so––and yet +I ain’t easy in my mind. The men don’t act right; they +behave as if they’re just waiting; they’re restless and +not a man could I get to open his mouth about where +they found the stuff. If there wasn’t to be any more, +they would have told and tried to kid me. They appear +to me as if just biding their time. Some men weren’t +gone, of course, those who don’t drink. They stayed in +the bunk-house and they know nothing.”</p> +<p>“We’ll go on the supposition then that there will be +more coming, and act accordingly,” Weir stated, at +once. “Watch them close, and put up a warning that +men who are not at work in the morning, or who bring +booze into camp, will be fired.”</p> +<p>“That’s the trouble,” the superintendent declared. “I +don’t think they brought a drop in except in their skins. +And as we say, they weren’t drunk. There’s not a thing +we can object to and they know it; somebody has put +’em wise how to act. Here they are, sober this morning, +behaving themselves, and so on. We can’t keep men +from going for a walk if they want to; we can’t string +barb-wire around the camp and hold them in; we can’t +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_202' name='page_202'></a>202</span> +even say they can’t touch a bottle if a stranger offers +them one when they’re on the outside.”</p> +<p>“But we can hold up the consequences if they go on a +spree,” Steele replied. “Most of them are satisfied with +the work and pay and grub; they don’t want to go.”</p> +<p>“No, but they like whiskey too, free whiskey in particular. +They would say they’re not getting drunk––no +man ever really expects to when he starts drinking––and +talk about their ‘rights.’ There are two or three fellows +in camp now who are doing a lot of mouthing about +labor’s rights; I. W. W.’s, I’d say. Shouldn’t be surprised +if they were the ring-leaders.”</p> +<p>“If more whiskey comes, we must beat them to it.”</p> +<p>“That’s my notion,” Atkinson said, with a nod. “I +didn’t locate the booze fountain last night, but I did +this morning. Took a horse at daylight and rode along +the hills; about a mile south in some trees at the foot +of the mountain, I came across a case of empty bottles +and a keg half-full of water. That was all, but it +showed where the ‘birthday party’ was.”</p> +<p>“That’s the place to watch, then. Better send a +trusty man there to report to us immediately if he sees +signs of a supply arriving for to-night. Half a dozen +of us with axes will soon start a temperance wave in that +locality.”</p> +<p>In accordance with this instruction the superintendent +dispatched a reliable man to maintain guard at the spot; +and Weir, feeling that all had been done that was possible +under the circumstances, gave his attention to other +matters.</p> +<p>But he perceived that with this “liquor attack” in the +air, for it was but another of his enemies’ moves against +him, of course, directed with the purpose of creating +internal disorder, he must postpone his trip to the headwaters +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_203' name='page_203'></a>203</span> +of Terry Creek. Knowing the crafty, persistent, +conscienceless character of the four men inspiring the +trick, he was under no delusion that the “free whiskey” +would end with a single case of bottles. Among three +hundred men that would amount to but two or three +drinks apiece––a mere taste, only a teaser. And because +it was only a teaser, the men would want more. If he +could carry them over this idle Sunday sober, they would +be at work on the morrow and the chief danger be +passed.</p> +<p>Unfortunately a manager cannot take his workmen +into his confidence in such a case and explain the nature +of such a cunning attack; the thing was too complex, +and their untutored minds would fail to perceive if +they did not actually reject the explanation, in jealousy +for their “rights” concluding that they were being hoodwinked. +By very perverseness they would refuse to deny +themselves a free gift of whiskey.</p> +<p>With Pollock, however, whose interest as a director +was vital, he could talk in full expectation of being understood. +And moreover, owing to the entangled condition +into which the company’s and his own personal +affairs had come, strict honor required that he inform +his visitor of the entire situation and offer, if in the +director’s view such action would best serve the company’s +ends, to resign.</p> +<p>In his office immediately after dinner he gave the +easterner a complete account of happenings in San +Mateo since his arrival as manager, with a statement of +his father’s earlier residence here, of the fraud practiced +by Sorenson and his companions on him and his tragically +ruined life.</p> +<p>“This, you see, has resulted not only in bringing the +animosity of these men against me but in aggravating +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_204' name='page_204'></a>204</span> +their hostility to the company,” he concluded. “I’ve +never been a quitter. It would go sorely against the +grain with me to quit now while under fire. But my own +feelings or fortunes should have no weight; the company’s +interests alone are to be considered. I shall +turn over the management to Meyers and retire if you +desire; I count my contract not binding upon your board +under the circumstances.”</p> +<p>Pollock arose and began to pace the office, gently +beating the air with his eye-glasses and thoughtfully +regarding the floor.</p> +<p>“I should not do your remarkable story proper justice +if I did not give it the serious attention it deserves,” he +said, after a time. “Certain aspects of the case would +appear to favor our accepting your resignation, but on +analysis, Weir, they turn out to be aspects only, not +real arguments. Assuming the facts are as you relate, +which I personally don’t doubt, these men, if they will +stop at nothing to injure you, will be no more reluctant +to injure us. In fact, if you withdrew they would feel +that they had gained a distinct triumph, forced us to +yield to their will, and would be inspired to further and +greater opposition. Personal hatred for you on their +part is no ground for their fixing their enmity on the +company. But that enmity, apparently, already existed +before you came. Therefore if they hate you likewise, +you and our company have a common bond. And that +assures us of one thing, or several things: your vigilance, +care of company property, and loyalty. Last, and +aside from that, you are, I am confident, possessed of +the exact qualities essential to the successful solution of +present difficulties. We prefer as manager an energetic, +determined, fighting man, however much disliked by envious +neighbors, to some fellow less firm and more inclined +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_205' name='page_205'></a>205</span> +to conciliation. The latter never gained anything +with out-and-out foes, from what I’ve seen. So you perceive, +Weir, that when my associates and I get into a +row we’re not quitters either. We shall therefore just +dismiss all talk of your resignation.”</p> +<p>“Very good; I wanted you to know the facts.”</p> +<p>Pollock paced to and fro for a time longer.</p> +<p>“What really interests me is your own fight,” he remarked +at length. “If the paper you spoke of should +be found, I would be pleased to have it translated for +you. I should also like to consult with this man Martinez; +he seems a clever fellow. You expect to settle with +this quartet who defrauded your father, of course.”</p> +<p>“Certainly. But the money isn’t the main thing. For +no amount of money would ever pay for the wrong done +my father. I want to make these men suffer, suffer as +he suffered. Call it a simple desire for revenge if you +will; that’s what it really is. They robbed him of his +future as well as of his ranch and cattle. They took +away hope and implanted in his breast terror and remorse +wholly undeserved. But for them he might have been a +happy, prosperous, well-thought of man in this state. +Yes, revenge is what I want, not money. Revenge that +will be for them an equivalent of hell.”</p> +<p>“But they should pay the legal penalties of their +crime as well,” the lawyer spoke. “Recovery of the +original amounts gained by fraud from both your +father and this man Dent, and accumulated interest as +well as damages, should be had. In all it should make +a large amount.”</p> +<p>“I suppose so. Probably enough to clean the four +men out. But though of course I should enjoy getting +the property or money that was rightfully my father’s +and now mine, still I’d let that go if I could secure the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_206' name='page_206'></a>206</span> +satisfaction of making the four men pay in the coin I +want.”</p> +<p>“Don’t be a fool, Weir. Don’t overlook any bets, as +the saying is. Taking their property away from them +will but add to their pain and to your pleasure. Now +we must see if Dent’s heirs can be found. I suggest +that you employ some good attorney to start a hunt +along that line, for an action by Dent’s relatives will +indirectly strengthen your own case. I’m doubtful +about one thing, however–––”</p> +<p>“What is that?”</p> +<p>“Your courts here, and the value of this old Mexican’s +deposition. The case could be brought in a Federal +Court as you’re a non-resident, which would solve +the first point, but how much weight would this Mexican’s +testimony have against white men of standing and +after a period of thirty years. If you could find another +witness–––”</p> +<p>“There was one, a white boy, so Martinez hinted,” +Weir said.</p> +<p>“Find him, find him. Search the whole country until +you find him!”</p> +<p>“That’s a big undertaking, when I don’t even know +his name or whether he’s alive.”</p> +<p>“Begin nevertheless.”</p> +<p>“Well, I had better find my lost paper or secure another +statement from old Saurez first. At present I have +absolutely nothing that a court would look at; I haven’t +as much as I had yesterday. And even Martinez has +been spirited away.”</p> +<p>Pollock smiled.</p> +<p>“I’m interested, greatly interested,” he said. “I’m +not actively engaged in legal affairs at home and I may +stay on here awhile longer. Perhaps I can assist you; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_207' name='page_207'></a>207</span> +it promises excitement, at any rate. After dry corporation +matters, it should be a refreshing change––and I +haven’t had a real vacation in years. Possibly this is +the time to take one.”</p> +<p>“I appreciate your kindness in speaking so, Mr. Pollock.”</p> +<p>“But I’m quite selfish; I’m seeking entertainment. +And your peppery affairs promise it. Do you give me +permission to take a hand?”</p> +<p>“Gladly.”</p> +<p>“Then as a beginning I’ll go to town. Saurez, you +say, was the old Mexican’s name? And give me the +facts again as you know them about the affair of your +father and the man Dent in the saloon.”</p> +<p>Pollock listened closely as Steele Weir repeated the +story.</p> +<p>“That’s all I know, and it’s meager at best,” the engineer +concluded.</p> +<p>“Pity you didn’t get to read the deposition, which +would have increased your fund of information. More +unfortunate it is that you haven’t the paper itself. But +we’ll do the best we can without it for the present. Kindly +have some one drive me in to San Mateo.”</p> +<p>“Atkinson, the superintendent, is going there for +me. I thought he might pick up something of Martinez’ +whereabouts.”</p> +<p>“Where does Judge Gordon live?”</p> +<p>“I can’t tell you that. But you can easily learn when +you reach town.”</p> +<p>“Well, the Judge used to handle company matters, +you know.” The smile on Pollock’s lips was inscrutable. +“I used to have frequent conferences with him when I was +here at the inception of our project. He is very +shrewd in certain ways, but he impressed me as being +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_208' name='page_208'></a>208</span> +not exactly––what shall I say?––‘cold steel’, for instance.” +And still wearing the thin smile, he went out.</p> +<p>If Weir had not had so many things to make his +mind grave, from a missing paper and a missing lawyer +to mysterious whiskey and fierce enemies, he would have +leaned back and laughed.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_209' name='page_209'></a>209</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XXI_THE_WEAK_LINK' id='CHAPTER_XXI_THE_WEAK_LINK'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXI</h2> +<h3>THE WEAK LINK</h3> +</div> +<p>Though the sun was bright that day, unseen forces +were gathering in the sky above town, mesa and mountains, +not of weather but of fate, to loose their +lightnings. Sunday peace seemed to reign, the languid +summer Sunday peace of tranquil nature. Yet even +through this there was a faint breath of impending +events, a quiver or excitement in the air, an increasing +expectation on the part of men, who sensed but did not +realize what was to come.</p> +<p>All day whispers and hints had passed among the +people in San Mateo and out to isolated farms and up +nearby creeks, kindling in the ignorant, brown-skinned +Mexicans a lively interest and an exorbitant curiosity. +Nothing was said definitely; nothing was promised outright. +So in consequence speculation ran wild and rumors +wilder. The hints had to do with the manager of +the dam who had shot the strange Mexican: something +was to be done with him, something was to happen to him. +He had been arrested, or was to be arrested; he had confessed, +or was about to confess the murder; he was going +to kill other Mexicans, or had killed other Mexicans; he +was about to raid San Mateo with his workmen and slay +the town; he was to be hanged;––and so on eternally. +Uncertain as was everything else, what was sure apparently +was that something would happen at San Mateo +that night.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_210' name='page_210'></a>210</span></div> +<p>Families visiting about in wagons spread the news. +Horsemen were at pains to ride to outlying Mexican +ranch houses, for what messenger is so welcome as he +who brings tales of great doings? He might be sure of +an audience at once. So it was that the plan craftily put +in operation by Weir’s enemies, to gather and inflame the +people, under cover of whose pressure and excitement +when the engineer was arrested he might be slain by a +pretended rescue or popular demonstration, whichever +should serve best, produced the expected result. During +the afternoon wagons and horsemen and men on foot +began to appear in town, to join already aroused relatives +or friends at their adobe houses or to loaf along +the main street in groups.</p> +<p>Outwardly there were few signs in the aspect of the +Mexican folk of something extraordinary developing. +But to the sheriff, Madden, aroused from an afternoon +nap at his home by a telephoned message from the county +attorney requesting him to come to the court house, the +unwonted number in the town was in itself a significant +fact.</p> +<p>“I didn’t know this was a fiesta, Alvarez. What’s up +with you people?” he asked of one he met on the street.</p> +<p>“The fiesta is to be to-night, eh?” the man laughed. +“Have you this engineer locked up yet?”</p> +<p>“What engineer?”</p> +<p>“The killer, the gun-man, that Weir. It is said he is +already arrested and is to be hanged from the big cottonwood +at dark beside the jail. It is also said he is +still loose and bringing five hundred workmen to burn +the town, rob the bank, kill the men and steal the girls.”</p> +<p>“If he is to do either, it’s news to me,” Madden said, +and proceeded to the office of Lucerio, the county attorney.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_211' name='page_211'></a>211</span></div> +<p>Madden was a blunt man, who for policy’s sake might +close his eyes to unimportant political influence as exercised +by the Sorenson crowd. But he was no mere +compliant tool. This was his first term in office. He had +never yet crossed swords with the cattleman and the +others associated with him, because the occasion had +never arisen. When he had allowed himself to be nominated +for sheriff, though Sorenson might imagine +Madden to be at his orders, the latter had accepted the +office with certain well-defined ideas of his duty.</p> +<p>“What do you want of me?” he asked Lucerio, for +whom he had little liking.</p> +<p>“I desire to tell you, Madden, that at eight o’clock +I’ll have a warrant for you to serve on the engineer +Weir. You’ll go to the dam and arrest him and bring +him in to the jail.”</p> +<p>“Well, apparently the whole country except me knew +this was to happen. The town’s filling up as if it were +going to be a bull-fight.”</p> +<p>“I know nothing of that.”</p> +<p>“All right; give me the warrant.”</p> +<p>“At eight o’clock. I don’t want it served before then.”</p> +<p>“Why?”</p> +<p>“I have my reasons.”</p> +<p>“Sorenson? And Vorse and Burkhardt? They’ve +stirred up this charge against the man.” Lucerio making +an angry answer, he continued. “Well, everybody +knows you jump when they pull the string. I’ll have +to serve the warrant, naturally. But I’m going to tell +you what I think: you’ve faked the evidence you’ve got; +we had the truth from Martinez and Janet Hosmer at +the inquest; you’re trying to railroad Weir to the gallows.”</p> +<p>“Mr. Sorenson shall know what you’ve said. As for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_212' name='page_212'></a>212</span> +me”––the Mexican swelled with outraged dignity––“the +evidence was placed in my hands. It warrants the +engineer’s arrest and trial. You attend to your department +and I’ll attend to mine.”</p> +<p>“All to the good, Mr. County Attorney. I’ll arrest +him; he won’t make me any trouble on that score. But +you won’t find it so easy to prove his guilt. And afterwards, +just look out, for if he doesn’t come gunning for +you and fill your carcass full of lead, I miss my guess. +You won’t be able to hide behind Sorenson, either.”</p> +<p>He left the county attorney at that, the latter unable +despite all his efforts to hide his uneasiness and +alarm. Madden reaching the street looked at his watch; +it was half past five, so he started home for supper.</p> +<p>Some way before him he saw Martinez walking. The +lawyer did not stop to converse with any of the loiterers +along the street, but moved steadily along. He had +come out of Vorse’s saloon and was going towards his +office. Just then the sound of an automobile caused +Madden to turn his head in time to see Weir speed along +but stop with a sudden application of brakes as he +caught sight of the attorney.</p> +<p>A hail brought Martinez to the car. A few minutes’ +rapid speech there followed. Then the lawyer mounted +beside Weir, the machine went on, turning into a side +street and vanishing. To Madden there was nothing unusual +in the circumstance, and he only noted the surprise +and silence along the street at the engineer’s passage. +The Mexicans would know the man wasn’t yet arrested +at any rate, he thought. But he should like to +learn what was the purpose in bringing them all to town! +He would keep an eye open for any lynching nonsense +if it were attempted.</p> +<p>Weir and Martinez were hastening to Judge Gordon’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_213' name='page_213'></a>213</span> +house, for shortly before the engineer had received an +unexpected call from Pollock for him to join him there. +Evidently the eastern lawyer had turned a card of some +sort; and Weir had gone at once, wondering what the +meeting might portend. The sight of Martinez, free and +composed of hearing, walking along the street, further +amazed him.</p> +<p>He perceived, however, when the lawyer stepped out +to the car from Vorse’s place that he was pale, his mouth +tight-drawn and his eyes glittering.</p> +<p>“You got my message?” the latter asked, quickly.</p> +<p>“The telephone message, yes. Janet Hosmer got the +paper also.”</p> +<p>“They dragged me to Vorse’s cellar,” Martinez whispered +fiercely. “They beat me with their fists, Vorse and +Burkhardt. Then they tied me and squeezed my eyeballs +till I could stand the pain no longer and told. I’ve +been there ever since, bound and without food or water, +the devils! Sorenson came with them last night, afterwards. +And now he and Vorse came again––there they +are back there in the bar yet––and gave me a draft on a +Chicago bank for a thousand dollars and said to get out +and stay out of New Mexico and never open my mouth +about what had happened.”</p> +<p>“Get in with me,” Weir ordered.</p> +<p>At Judge Gordon’s house the lawyer said:</p> +<p>“You are going in here? He’s one of them.”</p> +<p>“I know it. Come in, however. I may need you. +You’re not going to leave San Mateo, but there’s no reason +why you shouldn’t cash the draft. That’s only part +of the damages you’ll make them pay for what you underwent.”</p> +<p>“It isn’t money I want from them,” Martinez replied, +between his teeth.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_214' name='page_214'></a>214</span></div> +<p>Judge Gordon lived in a rambling adobe house two +squares from the Hosmer dwelling. It was old but had +been kept in good repair, and as he had never married +he had lived comfortably enough with an old Mexican +pair as servants. One of these, the woman, admitted the +visitors at their knock and conducted them, as if expected, +to the Judge’s study, a long room lined with +cases of books, mostly legal, and filled with old-fashioned +furniture.</p> +<p>That something had occurred to change the Judge’s +aspect during the hours in which Pollock had been +closeted with him was at once apparent. He looked +older, broken, haggard of face, terrified.</p> +<p>“I met Mr. Martinez and brought him along,” Weir +said.</p> +<p>“Was that necessary?” Judge Gordon asked, heavily.</p> +<p>“He’s my attorney, for one thing.”</p> +<p>“And I’ve been a prisoner in Vorse’s cellar for twenty-four +hours for another, and you’re one of those responsible +for my being there and for the torture to which +I was subjected,” Martinez exclaimed, glaring.</p> +<p>“Mr. Martinez, I give you my word of honor that +I knew nothing of your incarceration until this morning.”</p> +<p>“That for your word of honor!” the lawyer cried, +snapping his fingers in the air. “And in any case, you’re +an accessory after the fact. You let me stay.”</p> +<p>Pollock stepped forward.</p> +<p>“Is this Mr. Martinez? Glad to meet you, sir. Mr. +Weir has spoken very favorably of you and of your +handling of legal matters for the irrigation company, of +which I am a director. Pollock is my name. Are you a +notary? Ah, that is good. There will be some papers +to acknowledge and witness and so on.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_215' name='page_215'></a>215</span></div> +<p>He pointed at seats, seemingly having direction of +matters, and the visitors sat down. Judge Gordon had +sagged down in the padded leather chair in which +he sat; his face was colorless, his eyes moving aimlessly +to and fro, his white mustache and hair in disorder.</p> +<p>“Let us begin on business at once,” Pollock stated, on +his feet as was usual when entering a discussion and +removing his eye-glasses. “I called on Judge Gordon +this afternoon after my talk with you, Weir, and disclosed +the evidence which has been gathered relative to +the fraud perpetrated on your father and the crime +against the man Dent. I assumed, and rightly, that to a +man of the Judge’s legal mind the facts we hold would +prove the futility of resistance, and I set out to convince +him of the wisdom of sparing himself a long losing +fight, in which he would be opposing not only the evidence +which was sure to convict him, and not only you, +Mr. Weir, but our company which proposed to see the +fight through. I went so far, Weir, as to promise him +immunity from your wrath and from public prosecution.”</p> +<p>Weir arose slowly.</p> +<p>“No,” said he, “no.”</p> +<p>“But, my dear fellow–––”</p> +<p>“No. He made my father’s life a hell for thirty years. +Why should I spare him?”</p> +<p>“If granting him freedom from prosecution did actually +spare him anything, I should say ‘No’ also, standing +in your place. But with the facts made public as +they will be, with Judge Gordon losing his legislative +office and the esteem in which he had been held, with him +relinquishing the bulk of his fortune as he agrees, with +his finding it necessary to go elsewhere to live at his time +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_216' name='page_216'></a>216</span> +of life, with the thought constantly in his mind of how +low he has been brought, don’t you think he will be suffering +quite adequately? I should think so. He would +probably die quicker in prison, but I believe he will suffer +more outside. See, I don’t hesitate to measure the alternatives, +for the Judge and I have discussed and canvassed +the whole situation, which was necessary, of course, in +order to arrive at a clear understanding.” And Pollock +smiled genially.</p> +<p>“Does he admit my charges?”</p> +<p>“He hasn’t denied them.”</p> +<p>“Will he admit them?”</p> +<p>“I’ve outlined exactly what we must have––deeds to +his property and an acknowledged statement of the +Joseph Weir and James Dent affair, supplementing the +Saurez affidavit, which by the way he at first thought +we did not possess but which an account of what happened +last night in the mountains and your recovery of +the same”––Pollock’s eyelid dropped for an instant +towards Weir––“convinced him of. This statement is +not to be produced as evidence against his associates +except in the last extremity, and if not needed is always +to be kept secret. We are to give him, when the papers +are signed, a draft for ten thousand dollars. This will +permit him to have something to live on. He states that +he will want to go from San Mateo at once.”</p> +<p>During this speech Weir’s eyes had glanced to and +fro between the lawyer ticking off his words with his +glasses and the figure in the leather chair. Old and +shattered as Judge Gordon had suddenly become, +wretched as Weir saw him to be, the engineer nevertheless +felt no pity. The man had been in the conspiracy that +had ruined his father; he suffered now not because of +remorse but through fear of public opinion; and was a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_217' name='page_217'></a>217</span> +fox turned craven because he found himself enmeshed +in a net. And to save his own skin he was selling out +his friends.</p> +<p>Weir’s face went dark, but Pollock quickly stepped +forward and drew him into a corner of the room.</p> +<p>“Keep calm, man,” was the lawyer’s low advice. “Do +you think if we had him tied up as tightly as I’ve made +him believe that I should propose a compromise in his +case. He’s the weak link. Do you think I’ve had an +easy time the last three hours bringing him to the point +he’s at? I had to invent evidence that couldn’t possibly +exist. I had to give him a merciless mental ‘third degree.’ +I told him if he refused I was going to Sorenson with +the same offer, who would jump at the chance. And, my +dear man, we haven’t, in reality, enough proof to convict +a mouse since you lost that paper. So now, so far as +he’s concerned, you must bend a little, a very little––and +you’ll be able to hang the remaining three.”</p> +<p>This incisive reasoning was not to be denied.</p> +<p>“I yield,” said Weir.</p> +<p>Beaming, Mr. Pollock walked back to the table.</p> +<p>“Mr. Weir consents,” he stated. “Mr. Martinez, if +you will go to your office and bring the necessary forms +and your seal we can make the transfers and statement +and wind the matter up.”</p> +<p>An hour later Judge Gordon had signed the deeds, +stock certificates from his safe and bills of sale spread +before him, passing the ownership of lands, cattle and +shares in companies to Pollock for equitable division +between Weir and the Dent heirs if found. The old +Mexican servants were called in and witnessed his shaky +signatures to the papers.</p> +<p>At the statement regarding the Dent shooting and +Weir fraud, which Pollock had dictated to Martinez with +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_218' name='page_218'></a>218</span> +Gordon’s assistance, he staggered to his feet while the +pen dropped from his hand.</p> +<p>“I can’t sign it, I can’t sign it; they would kill me!” he +groaned.</p> +<p>The two aged servants stared at him wonderingly.</p> +<p>“My dear Judge, they’ll never know of it until it’s +too late for them to do anything––if they ever know,” +came the easterner’s words, in smooth persuasiveness.</p> +<p>Judge Gordon brushed a hand over his eyes.</p> +<p>“Give me a moment,” he muttered.</p> +<p>He stood for a time motionless. Then he walked across +the room and opened a door and entered an inner chamber.</p> +<p>“He won’t live a year after this,” Pollock whispered +to his companions.</p> +<p>The speaker could have shortened the time immensely +and have still been safe in his prophecy. For when at the +end of five minutes he sent the woman to request the +Judge to return, she stumbled out of the bed-chamber +with affrighted eyes. She said the Judge was asleep on +his bed and could not be aroused.</p> +<p>Sleep of the profoundest, the men discovered on going +in. And in his fingers was an empty vial. So far as +Judge Gordon was concerned Weir had had his revenge.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_219' name='page_219'></a>219</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XXII_AN_OLD_ADOBE_HOUSE' id='CHAPTER_XXII_AN_OLD_ADOBE_HOUSE'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXII</h2> +<h3>AN OLD ADOBE HOUSE</h3> +</div> +<p>Revenge Weir had. But even in death Judge Gordon, +true to his evasive, contriving character, had tricked +him; and the irony lay in the fact that in this last act +the trick was unpremeditated, unconscious, unintentional. +Instead of the signed confession, necessary above everything +else, which seemed almost in his fingers, the man +had left a little poison vial.</p> +<p>Night had settled over the earth when the three men, +after directing the Mexican servants to bring the undertaker, +went out of the house, for considerable time had +been occupied in the discussion and the preparation of +papers preceding Judge Gordon’s tragic end. With +him Mr. Pollock carried the documents pertaining to the +property restitution. These, considered in connection +with the suicide, would constitute something like a confession, +he grimly asserted.</p> +<p>Avoiding the main street of San Mateo they drove out +of the town for camp. The first part of the ride was +pursued in silence, for each was busy with his own +thoughts in consequence of the sudden shocking termination +of the meeting. When about half way to camp, +however, their attention was taken from the subject by +a sight wholly unexpected, a scene of high colors and of +a spirit that mocked at what had just happened.</p> +<p>Some way off from the road, at one side, two bonfires +burned brightly before an adobe house, the flames leaping +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_220' name='page_220'></a>220</span> +upward in the darkness and lighting the long low-roofed +dwelling and the innumerable figures of persons. +At the distance the place was from the highway, perhaps +two hundred yards, one could make out only the shadowy +forms of men––of a considerable number of men, at that.</p> +<p>“I never saw any one at that old tumble-down house +before, Martinez,” Weir remarked, lessening the speed +of the car. “Always supposed it empty.”</p> +<p>“No one does live there. The ground belongs to +Vorse, who leases it for farming to Oterez. Perhaps +Oterez is giving a party there. They are dancing.”</p> +<p>Weir brought the machine to a full stop, with suspicion +rapidly growing in his mind. The place was +owned by Vorse, for one thing, and the number about the +house was too large for an ordinary Mexican family +merry-making, for another. In view of what had occurred +the previous night all “parties” in the neighborhood +of the dam deserved inquiry, and this house was but +a mile from camp.</p> +<p>They could now hear the sound of music, the shrill +quick scrap of a pair of fiddles and the notes of guitars. +Against the fire-light too they could distinguish the whirl +of skirts.</p> +<p>“Just run over there, will you, Martinez, and have a +look at that dance?” Weir said. “See how much whiskey +is there, and who the people are.”</p> +<p>The Mexican jumped down, climbed through the barb-wire +fence bordering the field and disappeared towards +the house.</p> +<p>“I told you about some one giving the men booze last +night,” the engineer addressed his remaining companion. +“We found the place off south along the hills where that +business happened, and stationed a man there to warn +us if another attempt was made to use the spot. But I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_221' name='page_221'></a>221</span> +shouldn’t be surprised if this is the location used for +to-night; it has all the signs. We suspected that this +evening would be the real blow-out and if the men are +going there I shall send down the foremen and engineers +to break it up. Vorse’s owning this house and his being +the source of the liquor is almost proof. I met Atkinson +returning to the dam when you sent him back from town +and he’ll know something is up if the workmen have been +melting away from camp. This is simply another damnably +treacherous move of the gang against us to interfere +with our work, starting a big drunk and perhaps a +row. We’ll stop it right at the beginning.”</p> +<p>“Are the officials of this county so completely under +Sorenson and his crowd’s thumbs that they won’t move +in a case like this?” Pollock questioned.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Then we must act on our own initiative, as you say.”</p> +<p>“That’s our only recourse. Giving whiskey isn’t actually +an illegal act––and they’re giving it away, not +trying to sell it here without a government licence.”</p> +<p>“The thing’s illegal if it’s part of a conspiracy to disrupt +our work, and if we can secure proof that such is +the fact it will but add one more item to the score to be +settled with these San Mateo outlaws.”</p> +<p>“There are more men going there. See them?” Weir +asked. “You hear them on the road ahead of us. +They’re ducking through the fence and crossing to the +house. Our workmen. The thing’s plain now; they had +word there would be another ‘party’ to-night, but they +didn’t know just where until they received word this +evening. I suppose the whole camp except a few men +will be here.”</p> +<p>“Won’t they turn ugly if you interfere?”</p> +<p>“Can’t help that. I’ll send men down with axes and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_222' name='page_222'></a>222</span> +when the booze is poured on the ground it makes no difference +then; the men will be kept sober. If they are +stubborn, I’ll run a new bunch in and fire these fellows. +But I don’t imagine they will quit work, however surly, +for they know whiskey’s no excuse. Men usually cool +down after a night’s sleep.”</p> +<p>From where they sat and since Weir had turned out +his car lamps, they could see the steady string of men +emerging from the darkness of the field and approaching +the house, to quickly dissolve in the gathering already +there. In their lively steps, as well as in the eager +voices occasionally raised along the dark road, the men’s +desire to join in the debauch was apparent.</p> +<p>With the swelling of the crowd the scraping of the +fiddles became louder, the dancing more furious, shouts +and yells more frequent, while a dense line of men passing +and jamming in and out of the door pointed only too +plainly that inside the house liquor flowed. This would +be no matter of a few drinks per man, but a big drunk +if not stopped.</p> +<p>Martinez confirmed this opinion on his return.</p> +<p>“There are two barrels inside and a couple of fellows +are dipping it up in tin cups like water,” said he. +“They’re not even troubling to draw the stuff; the barrels +have been placed on end and the heads knocked out. +It will be the biggest spree San Mateo ever saw, with +plenty of fighting after awhile. Women, you know, always +start fights during a spree.”</p> +<p>“Those surely are not women from town,” Weir exclaimed.</p> +<p>“Oh, no. I never saw them before. Brought in here +from somewhere––Santa Fé perhaps, El Paso more +likely. You know the kind who would mix with that +crowd––tough girls. They’re wearing low necks and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_223' name='page_223'></a>223</span> +short skirts, red stockings and all that. You know the +kind. Out of joints and dives somewhere. There’s only +a dozen, but they keep circulating and dancing with different +ones. I just put my head through a window to +look inside, which is lighted by a big kerosene lamp +hanging from the roof; and I tell you, gentlemen, it made +me sick the way those two fellows were dipping up whiskey +and the crowd drinking it down.”</p> +<p>“And more men coming all the time,” Weir stated.</p> +<p>“And more coming, yes. It will be very bad there by +midnight. Vorse and Burkhardt and Sorenson are managing +the thing, of course.” Martinez lighted a cigarette +and stepped into the car. “No mistake about that, +for Vorse’s bartender is one of the men at the barrels. +And I imagine Judge Gordon knew this thing was coming +off though he made no mention of it.”</p> +<p>“Since we were ignorant of the matter, he naturally +wouldn’t inform us,” Pollock remarked, dryly.</p> +<p>“Time to put a stop to the show before it grows +bad,” Weir stated resolutely. And he started the machine.</p> +<p>“If it can be stopped,” Martinez replied.</p> +<p>That was the question, whether or not now it would +be possible even to reach and destroy the barrels inside +the house, what with the numbers who would oppose the +move and what with the state of intoxication that must +rapidly prevail at the place.</p> +<p>For as they drove away they could already detect in +the mad revel about the old adobe dwelling a faster beat +in the sharp shrieking music, a wilder abandon in the +movements of the figures about the flames, a more reckless, +fiercer note in the cries and oaths.</p> +<p>“This is deviltry wholesale,” Pollock said. “On a +grand scale, one might put it.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_224' name='page_224'></a>224</span></div> +<p>So thought a horseman who approached and halted +almost at the same spot where the car had rested. This +was Madden who with a warrant for Weir’s arrest in +his pocket had arrived opposite the house a moment +after the automobile’s departure. He had secured the +warrant at eight o’clock according to the county attorney’s +request, but he had taken his own time about +setting off to serve it.</p> +<p>For a quarter of a mile he had been interested in the +evidences of unwonted hilarity at the usually untenanted +structure. Now he sat in his saddle, silent and motionless, +observing the distant scene. He easily guessed the +men were from the construction camp and that liquor +was running.</p> +<p>“I can almost smell it here, Dick,” he addressed his +horse.</p> +<p>But two circumstances puzzled him. One was that +there had been no news in town of such a big affair impending +for the night; the second, that there were +women present––for no Mexican, however ignorant, +would take or allow his women folks to attend such a +howling show. Coming on top of the crowd in town, he +wondered if this business might not be linked up with +Weir’s affairs. These were his workmen and this was +Vorse’s farm-house and very likely Vorse’s liquor. After +he had arrested the engineer he would look into the thing.</p> +<p>Fifteen minutes later, when he had gone on, other +passers-by paused for a minute on the road to stare at +the amazing picture across the field. These were Dr. +Hosmer and Janet, Johnson and his daughter Mary: the +two men being in the doctor’s car, the two girls in Janet’s +runabout.</p> +<p>“What on earth is going on there!” Janet exclaimed, +when the two machines had pulled up.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_225' name='page_225'></a>225</span></div> +<p>The two fires, fed by fresh fuel, were leaping higher +than ever, bringing out in strong relief the long squat +building, the dark, restless, noisy throng, and the space +of illuminated earth. Against the night the flames and +building and mob of hundreds of men seemed a crimson +vision from some inferno to an accompaniment of mad +music.</p> +<p>“The camp’s gone on a tear; drive ahead,” her father +said. “This isn’t a sight for you girls to look at.”</p> +<p>And with that the two cars sped forward towards +the dam, where on this night so much was converging. +For their occupants already had had an experience that +had started them at once to seek the man around whose +figure were swirling a hundred passions and dark currents +of destiny.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_226' name='page_226'></a>226</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XXIII_WITH_FANGS_BARED' id='CHAPTER_XXIII_WITH_FANGS_BARED'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> +<h3>WITH FANGS BARED</h3> +</div> +<p>That Sunday afternoon Janet Hosmer had awakened +about sunset from an after-dinner sleep, rested and refreshed, +with her mind continuing to be occupied by +thoughts of Steele Weir about whom had eddied her +dreams. The man was no longer the mystery he had +been, since now she knew all the circumstances of his +life, and on that account was nearer, more human, and +yet as compelling.</p> +<p>That on his part his interest went beyond mere friendship +she had recognized from his voice and eyes when +they were together. Ah, in truth, how his tones deepened +and his look betrayed his feelings! At the thought +Janet’s heart beat faster and her cheeks grew warm and +an indefinable joy seemed to fill her breast. She would +not deny it: his presence, his touch gave her a greater +happiness than she had ever known. At a single stride, +as it were, he had come into the middle of her life and +dominated her mind and changed her whole outlook.</p> +<p>How he too had changed and grown in the coming! +From the avaricious, calculating, heartless manager of +the construction work, as she seeing through colored +San Mateo eyes had believed him to be, he now stood +forth a figure of power, undaunted by difficulties, undismayed +by enemies however numerous, fearless to a +fault, stern perhaps––but who would not have been made +stern in his place?––and determined, cool, resourceful, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_227' name='page_227'></a>227</span> +alert, and of an integrity as firm and upright as a +marble shaft. Yet beneath this exterior his heart was +quick and tender for those who needed sympathy or +help, and his hand swift to aid.</p> +<p>More than once a hot flush burned on Janet’s face, +as sitting there on the vine-hung veranda in the gathering +dusk, recollection assailed her with memories of +wasted kindnesses given the infamous Ed Sorenson, of +trust bestowed and of love plighted. That passage in +her life seemed to leave her contaminated forever. It +burned in her soul like a disgrace or a dishonorable act. +But Steele Weir––and she swam in glorious ether at the +thought––did not appear to view it in that light.</p> +<p>Juanita running in the twilight to the house interrupted +her introspection.</p> +<p>“I came to tell you,” the Mexican girl exclaimed +panting before Janet.</p> +<p>“Tell me what?” For Juanita’s reappearance in itself +was unusual, as Sunday afternoon and evening were her +own to spend at home.</p> +<p>“People are saying Mr. Weir is to be arrested and +hanged from a tree in the court house yard! Everybody +has come to town to see. Three uncles and aunts and +nine cousins of ours have already come to our house +from where they live four miles down the river. All the +town is talking about it. But though I said nothing, I +knew how Mr. Weir had saved you and that he had done +nothing to be hanged for. If anybody is to be killed it +ought to be that Ed Sorenson.”</p> +<p>“Are you sure of this, Juanita?”</p> +<p>“Yes, yes, Miss Janet. It is so.”</p> +<p>“Then this is part of the plot against him; let me +think. They might arrest him but they would never dare +try to hang him, unless they could pretend–––”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_228' name='page_228'></a>228</span></div> +<p>What they might pretend Janet never stated, as at +that instant a motor car dashed up and stopped before +the gate. Even in the gloom she made out that the +figure garbed in a gray dust coat was Sorenson’s. +Springing out of the machine, he jerked the gate open +and strode towards the house, while a premonition of +a fresh and unpleasant turn of affairs quivered in Janet’s +mind.</p> +<p>“I’ve come back again, you see,” he said. “Step inside +where you can hear what I have to say.”</p> +<p>The words were like an order; the man’s manner, indeed, +was overbearing and brutal. But the girl concealing +her resentment, preceded him into the house and +bade Juanita light a lamp.</p> +<p>“And now you get out!” Sorenson commanded the +servant in so savage a tone that she fled to the kitchen +without waiting to consult Janet’s eyes. “I see your +father isn’t here,” he continued, addressing Janet.</p> +<p>The latter made no reply. To be sure, Dr. Hosmer +was not in the room but he was in the house, sleeping. +Let the cattleman think him absent if he wished.</p> +<p>“So much the better; if he’s not about, he won’t try +to interfere,” the man went on. “Now, my girl, I’ve +learned all about your tricks, and–––”</p> +<p>“Sir, you talk like that to me in my own house!” +Janet broke in, with a flash of eyes. “You will walk +out of that door this instant and never set foot here +again.”</p> +<p>“Will I, you slippery young Jezebel? I’ll do nothing +of the kind until I’m ready, which will be when you’ve +handed over that paper. Don’t try to deny that you +have it or Weir has it; I suppose he has now, and I’ll +be forced to go shoot him down as he deserves. But I +came here first to make sure. It would be just like the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_229' name='page_229'></a>229</span> +rest of the schemes of you two to have you keep it, thinking +I’d be fooled. I have half a notion to wring your +white neck for lying to me to-day––lying, while all the +time you knew my son was hanging between life and +death.”</p> +<p>So savage was his voice, so threatening his visage and +air that Janet retreated a step. His hands worked as +if he actually felt her soft throat in his clutch; his huge +body and big beefy head swayed towards her ominously; +while his eyes carried a baleful light that revealed in full +intensity the man’s real brutal soul. Hitherto carefully +coated in an appearance of respectability fitted to a +station of wealth, influence and prominence, he now stood +as he truly was, domineering, repellant, lawless. Janet +could at that minute measure the close kinship of father +and son.</p> +<p>“Fortunately a man in Bowenville recognized Ed, or +I should never have known he had been injured,” Sorenson +went on. “So your little scheme to keep me in ignorance +went wrong. The doctor ’phoned me about five +and I took my wife and we rushed there, and I have just +this instant returned. Do you know what the doctor +says? Ed will live, but be a life cripple, a useless wreck, +a bundle of smashed bones, always sitting in a chair, always +eating out his heart. And all because of you and +that engineer! Ed was conscious; he told me the real +story about which you lied,–––”</p> +<p>“I did not lie,” Janet stated, firmly.</p> +<p>Sorenson made an angry gesture as if to sweep aside +this declaration.</p> +<p>“He told me how you promised to slip away with him +to spend a week in the mountains, and how you warned +this Weir so that the two of you could trick my son and +get him out of the way. You, who always pretended to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_230' name='page_230'></a>230</span> +be so innocent and virtuous! And then Weir caused the +accident up there in the hills that has crippled my boy +for life! Did it to get him out of the path to you, and +you helped, like the traitress you are; and the two of +you took the paper.”</p> +<p>Janet’s form had stiffened at these insulting speeches.</p> +<p>“Your son is the liar,” said she. “Did he tell you how +he flung a blanket over my head as Juanita and I were +coming out of Martinez’ office? How he tied my hands +and feet and carried me off like a victim––and victim he +intended me to be! Yes, Mr. Weir rescued me because +Juanita met and told him what had happened and he +followed. Your son was drunk. He tried to commit a +crime because I had rejected him a week before, on learning +that during our engagement he had endeavored to +mislead another girl. A drunkard and a criminal both, +that’s your son. And he alone brought on his accident +by his drunken, reckless driving. Now I’ve told you the +truth; leave the house!”</p> +<p>“You can’t put that kind of a story over on me,” he +snarled. “I believe what Ed said. Even if he has had +affairs with other girls, that makes no difference now. +You tried to double-cross him; you’ve wrecked his body +and life; and you shall pay for it.”</p> +<p>Neither of the pair in their intense excitement had +heard a wagon drive to a stop before the house. Whether +in fact they would have heard a peal of thunder might be +a question. Sorenson, enraged by his son’s injury and +burning for revenge, was oblivious to all else but his +passion, while Janet Hosmer, divided between contempt +and fear, had but the single thought of ridding herself +of the man.</p> +<p>“You cannot injure me,” she said, in reply to his savage +utterance.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_231' name='page_231'></a>231</span></div> +<p>“I’ll drive you and your father out of this town and +this state,” he exclaimed. “They shall know here in San +Mateo, and wherever you go if it’s in my power to reach +there, what sort of a pretending, double-faced, disreputable +wanton–––”</p> +<p>“You coward!” Janet burst out.</p> +<p>Then she turned to flee out of the room to arouse her +father. But Sorenson was too quick for her; he sprang +forward and seized one of her wrists.</p> +<p>“No you don’t, you perfumed wench!” he growled.</p> +<p>A scream formed on Janet’s lips. The heavy, rage-crimsoned +face bent over her as if to kill her by its very +nearness. Brute the man was, and as a brute he appeared +determined she should feel his power. She pulled +back, jerking to free herself, and shrieked.</p> +<p>Intervention came from an unexpected quarter. Rushing +into the room came the rancher Johnson, followed by +his daughter.</p> +<p>“Let go of her,” the man ordered, harshly.</p> +<p>Sorenson looked about over his shoulder.</p> +<p>“Keep out of this, and get out,” he answered.</p> +<p>Johnson leaped forward and struck the other on the +jaw. The cattleman releasing his hold on Janet staggered +back, at the same time thrusting a hand under +his coat.</p> +<p>But the rancher’s pistol was whipped forth first.</p> +<p>“You’d try that game, would you?” Johnson said, with +his ragged beard out-thrust and stiff. “Put up your +hands; I want to see how they look sticking up over +your head.”</p> +<p>Sorenson though now holding them in sight did not +at once comply.</p> +<p>“Johnson, you’re butting into something that doesn’t +concern you,” he said, endeavoring to speak calmly.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_232' name='page_232'></a>232</span></div> +<p>“You’ve made one mistake in striking me; don’t make another +by keeping that gun pointed at my head. Remember +I’ve a mortgage on your place that you’ll wish renewed +one of these days.”</p> +<p>The expression of scorn on the rancher’s face was +complete.</p> +<p>“Trying that line, are you?” he sneered. “Think you +can play the money-lender now and scare me? You +didn’t look much like a banker reaching for your gun; +you just looked like a killer then, a plain bar-room killer––but +I beat you to the draw. You’ve got fat and slow, +haven’t you, since early days when you use to put lead +into poor devils whose stuff you wanted. And you didn’t +look like a banker to me, either, trying to bulldoze Janet +when I came in; you looked like the big dirty coward you +are. Aha, here’s the doctor! Now just tell him how it +comes you can order me out of his house, and why you +were threatening Janet and making her scream.”</p> +<p>The physician turned a white, angry countenance to +Sorenson.</p> +<p>“I heard the scream. Is it true you were abusing my +daughter?” he demanded, stepping in front of the man.</p> +<p>“I came here because I learned my son Ed had been +broken to bits through her trickery and damnable–––”</p> +<p>The words were cut off by the doctor’s hand which +smote the blasphemous lips uttering them.</p> +<p>Even more than Johnson’s blow did this slap upon +the mouth enrage the cattleman. His face became congested, +his shoulders heaved, but behind the doctor was +the revolver still directed at his head.</p> +<p>“You’ve come here uninvited and you’ve said too +much,” Doctor Hosmer stated in cold even tones. “You +may be the town magnate, but you’re only a ruffian and a +crook after all. You can’t bluff or bully us. More than +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_233' name='page_233'></a>233</span> +that, you’ve insulted my daughter and me beyond any +future reparation. As for your son, he got less than he +deserved.” He turned to the rancher. “You came just +in time, it seems. Please see that he leaves the house.”</p> +<p>Johnson waved with his gun significantly towards the +door.</p> +<p>“Move right along lively,” he added. “And I’ll go +along with you to see that you don’t hamstring my +horses, which I don’t put past an underhanded cattle-thief +like you.”</p> +<p>Sorenson seemed striving for words that would adequately +blast those before him, but they appeared lacking. +With a last malignant glare he walked out upon +the veranda and down across the yard, with his guard +following him.</p> +<p>When Johnson returned after Sorenson’s departure +in his car, he was grinning sardonically.</p> +<p>“I shouldn’t want him running among my cattle; he’d +bite ’em and give ’em the rabies,” he remarked.</p> +<p>Janet caught and pressed his toil-roughened hand.</p> +<p>“You’ll never know how much I thank you for coming +in just when you did,” she cried.</p> +<p>“Pshaw, your father would have showed up and +stopped him.”</p> +<p>“I’m not so sure. Father has no weapon, and that +man did have one. It was the sight of your pistol that +made him cower. You couldn’t have chosen a more +lucky minute to arrive.”</p> +<p>“Well, it was a little bit timely, as it turned out. +Considering too that we were coming to see you anyway, +it was just as well to walk in when we could do some good. +Mary has something for you to read, if you read Spanish.”</p> +<p>“Yes, I do.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_234' name='page_234'></a>234</span></div> +<p>“That’s good. Show ’em what you have, daughter.”</p> +<p>Mary drew a knotted handkerchief from her bosom and +undid the knots. Appeared the doubled paper she had +found. This she passed to Janet.</p> +<p>“Why,––why, this is the document I had!” the latter +exclaimed, joyfully. “Where did you find it?”</p> +<p>“Up by the smashed automobile, when father and I +were at the cabin.” She exchanged a guarded look with +her father. “There are names in it that made me think +it might be valuable. So when father came back from +Bowenville I showed it to him. But neither of us could +read it. We thought we’d better bring it to you to +read.”</p> +<p>“It is valuable, very valuable. I had it when I was +seized by Ed Sorenson and he took it away from me. +Evidently, then, it fell from his pocket at the time of +the accident. Yes, indeed, it’s important. It means +everything to certain parties. I’ll read it, but you understand +what it tells is private at present.”</p> +<p>“We understand––and I think I know what it’s going +to say,” Johnson remarked, grimly.</p> +<p>Thereupon while the others listened Janet read a +translation of the long document. To her and her father +the facts were not new, for Weir had already related such +as he knew of the happenings in Vorse’s saloon on that +eventful day thirty years previous. Nor for that matter +were they strange to Johnson and his daughter, though +of course neither Janet nor her father were aware of +the rancher’s more intimate knowledge of the subject.</p> +<p>“A pretty good story as far as it goes, but like all +lawyers’ papers long-winded,” Johnson stated, critically.</p> +<p>“What do you mean, far as it goes?” Janet asked, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_235' name='page_235'></a>235</span> +curiously. “Did you know this old Mexican? Did you +ever hear him tell about the thing?”</p> +<p>“I knew he was there at the time, but he never told me +anything.”</p> +<p>Here Dr. Hosmer spoke.</p> +<p>“Saurez died yesterday. It must have been shortly +after he made this deposition. He died in Vorse’s saloon, +which gives a color of suspicion to his death. In +addition, Martinez, as you know, was dragged away +somewhere.”</p> +<p>“Then Vorse learned old Saurez had blabbed, and +killed him,” Johnson said, in a convinced tone. “Vorse +is a bad bird, I want to say. But so are all of them, +Sorenson, Burkhardt and Judge Gordon as well.”</p> +<p>Janet brought the talk back to the subject.</p> +<p>“You make me still wonder, Mr. Johnson,” she said. +“You seemed to think there’s more to the account than is +told in this paper.”</p> +<p>Again the rancher and his daughter glanced at each +other, hesitatingly.</p> +<p>“Tell them, father,” Mary broke forth all at once. +“They know this much, and you know you can trust +them.”</p> +<p>The man, however, shook his head with a certain +dogged purpose.</p> +<p>“If this is just a paper in some trifling lawsuit or +other, it will be better if I keep my own counsel,” he +stated. “I’ve riled Sorenson considerable as it is now, +and I don’t care particularly about having him gunning +on my trail active-like. If it really mattered–––”</p> +<p>“It does matter; it matters everything,” Janet cried, +“if you really know something more!”</p> +<p>“Why?”</p> +<p>“Because it concerns Mr. Weir. The Joseph Weir +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_236' name='page_236'></a>236</span> +described and named in this affidavit was his father. +He believes these men robbed his father; this paper +proves it, but not absolutely, for Mexican evidence here +in this country doesn’t carry as much weight against +white men––especially men as rich and strong as these +named––as it would in other places perhaps. You know +that. This paper was obtained for Mr. Weir.”</p> +<p>“Oho, so that’s the way of it!” Johnson said, with a +long drawn-out tone.</p> +<p>He regarded the paper in silence for a time, busy with +his thoughts, absently twisting his beard, until at length +a look of satisfaction grew on his face.</p> +<p>“Well, well, this is fine,” he went on presently. “I +never thought I should be able to pay the obligation I +owe him, and I won’t fully at that, but this will help. +No, that paper doesn’t tell all, for I reckon Saurez didn’t +see all.” He glanced triumphantly at the doctor and the +girl. “But I did.”</p> +<p>“You!” both exclaimed.</p> +<p>But before he could explain, the memory of the cattleman’s +threat recurred to Janet to banish thoughts +of aught else than Weir’s danger from her mind.</p> +<p>“Mr. Sorenson said he was going up to the dam to +shoot Mr. Weir,” she exclaimed. “We must give warning.”</p> +<p>“Did he say he was going himself?” Johnson asked.</p> +<p>“To get the paper, yes.” Then Janet continued anxiously. +“But the paper isn’t all. His son told him +what occurred in the mountains and I believe the man +wants to harm Mr. Weir as well as to obtain the paper. +Perhaps he plans on gaining the document first, then +killing him. In any case, we must put Mr. Weir on +guard.”</p> +<p>“I’ll just drive up there and tell the engineer,” Johnson +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_237' name='page_237'></a>237</span> +stated. “Shouldn’t be surprised if I got a chance +yet to use my gun. You girls can stay here.”</p> +<p>Janet gazed at him with a flushing face.</p> +<p>“The man could go to the dam and kill Mr. Weir and +get safely home while you’re starting with your team,” +said she. “No, we must drive there in a car. Father, +you take Mr. Johnson in yours, and I’ll carry Mary in +mine. We’ll go along of course, for we’ll not remain +here in the cottage alone with such terrible things happening +in San Mateo.”</p> +<p>And to this there was no dissent.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_238' name='page_238'></a>238</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XXIV_THE_ALARM' id='CHAPTER_XXIV_THE_ALARM'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIV</h2> +<h3>THE ALARM</h3> +</div> +<p>At the dam Weir found Meyers and Atkinson anxiously +waiting his return. The sudden concerted melting +away of workmen from camp had been warning to his +subordinates that the danger of a general spree had +taken definite form, which the report of a pair of young +engineers confirmed when they followed a group of laborers +to the old adobe house and beheld the beginning +of the debauch.</p> +<p>“Get out all the staff, Meyers, and you, Atkinson, all +the foremen and sober men left, then go down the road +and put that joint out of business, taking axes and whatever +is necessary.”</p> +<p>“And if they fight?” Meyers asked.</p> +<p>“Try first to placate them. If that fails, some of you +draw them off in order to permit the others to enter the +house and destroy the whiskey. It’s a tough job, but +you may succeed. If the crowd turns ugly as it may, +being drunk, come back. No need to take the risk of +broken heads or being beaten up. See, however, if you +can’t outwit the outfit. Possibly you could push that +mud house over from the rear by means of a beam; that +would do the business. I leave it to you to decide what’s +best to do, men, after you’ve examined the situation.”</p> +<p>“The camp will be unguarded except for you and the +two men with you,” Weir’s assistant suggested. “If +the crowd drinking down at that place should take the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_239' name='page_239'></a>239</span> +notion to come here and tear things up, there would be +nothing to hinder them. A few should stay, anyway, +I imagine––half a dozen, who can use guns.”</p> +<p>“Well, pick out six to remain,” the other agreed.</p> +<p>For Meyers’ suggestion had raised a disagreeable possibility. +It was never safe to ignore precautions when a +gang of two or three hundred rough, active laborers, +however loyal when sober, were made irresponsible and +crazy by liquor; and one stage of drunkenness in such +men was usually manifested in a wild desire for violence. +The scheme of Weir’s enemies might comprise using this +very act for wrecking the camp.</p> +<p>Six men, to be sure, would offer little resistance to +stemming the movement once it was started, but the sight +of steel in the guards’ hands might cause even a reckless +mob to pause long enough for an appeal. If the men +should be brought to listen, they could probably be diverted +from their purpose, as impassioned crowds are +easily swayed by men of force.</p> +<p>In any case the camp and dam should be defended to +the last. That went without saying.</p> +<p>Meyers and Atkinson had little more than departed +with their muster of engineers, foremen and sober workmen, +some fifty in all, when the two cars driven by Dr. +Hosmer and Janet arrived at headquarters. To the occupants +of both machines the camp appeared singularly +dark and silent, the office building and the commissary +shack alone showing lights.</p> +<p>The four visitors entered the main room in the former +building, where they found Mr. Pollock and Martinez.</p> +<p>“Mr. Weir stepped out for a moment to make a round +of the camp and the horse corrals,” the easterner replied +in answer to an inquiry from the doctor. “Will you be +seated?” And he politely placed chairs for Janet and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_240' name='page_240'></a>240</span> +Mary, while his look scrutinized the party with discreet +interest.</p> +<p>“Oh, Mr. Martinez, you’ve escaped!” Janet exclaimed, +after a surprised stare at the lawyer.</p> +<p>The Mexican smiled, bowed and drew one point of his +black mustache through his fingers.</p> +<p>“I have indeed, Miss Janet,” said he. “Not without +an unpleasant experience, however. I understand you +secured the paper concerning which I telephoned you, +and though I understand it has since been lost––through +no fault of yours––I desire to express my thanks for +your excellent assistance in the matter.”</p> +<p>“But it has been found again; we have it with us.”</p> +<p>Martinez gave a start, none the less sincere for being +dramatic.</p> +<p>“What! Saurez’ deposition? Weir thought it +burned. Why, this is the most wonderful luck in the +world! It gives us the whip-hand again.”</p> +<p>Janet nodded.</p> +<p>“Mary Johnson here found it in a crack in the rocks +when she and her father went up to the cabin to bring +Ed Sorenson down. Father has it. That’s one reason +we’re here. But there’s another; Mr. Sorenson has +learned of his son’s accident, has seen him, talked with +him, been told lies and now is in a dreadful rage, threatening +every one concerned. He was at our house and +made a scene. He’s coming here, or so he said, to kill +Mr. Weir and obtain the document. So we hurried to +the dam to give warning.”</p> +<p>At this juncture Mr. Pollock stepped forward.</p> +<p>“Mr. Sorenson hasn’t yet appeared, and I assure you +he will be prevented from harming any one if he comes. +You are Miss Janet Hosmer, I judge, of whom I’ve +heard so much that is praiseworthy. Will you allow +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_241' name='page_241'></a>241</span> +me to introduce myself? I’m Mr. Pollock, a company +director, and to a degree in Mr. Weir’s confidence.”</p> +<p>Janet expressed her pleasure at his acquaintance and +in turn introduced her father and the Johnsons.</p> +<p>“Mr. Weir spoke of you to us, but we weren’t aware +he had informed you of the paper.” Then she added, +“But he would wish to, naturally.”</p> +<p>Weir’s voice, without, in conversation with some one +caused them all to look towards the door. In the panel +of light falling on the darkness before the house they +perceived the engineer’s tall figure by a horse, from +which the rider was dismounting. Letting the reins drag +and leaving the horse to stand, the latter walked with +Weir into the room.</p> +<p>“Why, this is a delightful surprise!” the engineer exclaimed +on beholding the four who had come while he was +out. “And unexpected.” His eyes rapidly interrogated +the different faces. “I suppose it’s business, not pleasure, +that brings you.”</p> +<p>“That’s so,” said Johnson, the rancher, nodding.</p> +<p>“Well, Madden is here on business, too, it seems.” +He glanced at Mr. Pollock. “Mr. Madden is our sheriff +and he has a warrant for my arrest.” He turned back +to the officer. “You come at a bad time for my affairs. +You saw that big show at the old house half way down +the road? That crowd is made up of my workmen, who +are being entertained with free whiskey, and there’s no +telling but what they may come here to tear things up. +The whiskey is furnished by Vorse, I suspect, and is being +served at Vorse’s place. Your warrant is inspired +by Vorse and others, isn’t it? The two circumstances +coming at the same moment, the free drunk and my arrest, +look fishy to me. What do you think? I’m in +charge of a property here representing a good deal of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_242' name='page_242'></a>242</span> +money and I should hate to be absent if the men took +the idea into their heads to turn the camp upside down, +especially if the idea was inspired by Vorse and his +friends.”</p> +<p>“I haven’t served the warrant yet,” Madden replied.</p> +<p>“And you know that I’m not going to skip the country +at the prospect of your serving it?”</p> +<p>“No. There’s no hurry; I’ll just sit around for +a while. And understand, Weir, this arrest is none of +my doings, except officially. I take no stock in the +yarn about your having attacked the greaser you killed. +Martinez’ and Miss Janet’s testimony at the inquest +satisfied me in that respect.”</p> +<p>Mr. Pollock now drew Weir aside for a whispered conference. +When they rejoined the others the engineer +made the lawyer acquainted with the sheriff.</p> +<p>“Mr. Weir has agreed to my suggestion to take you +into our confidence, Mr. Madden,” he stated. “There +may be other warrants for you to serve soon, and I’m +sure you will respect what we reveal. All of us here except +you know the facts I’m about to relate; indeed, +have shared in them to an extent; and in addition to our +word we’ll present proof. You know Dr. Hosmer and +his daughter certainly, you probably know Mr. Johnson +and the young lady with him, and are aware whether +their statements are to be relied on.”</p> +<p>“They are,” Madden answered, without hesitation.</p> +<p>“You’re already convinced of the truth of Weir’s innocence +in the charge of murder now being preferred +against him. Well, now, a friend at court is worth something; +and we propose to make you that friend.”</p> +<p>“I’m not against him like most of the town, anyway,” +was the sheriff’s answer.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_243' name='page_243'></a>243</span></div> +<p>“Go ahead with your explanation,” Pollock said to the +engineer.</p> +<p>Thereupon Weir briefly sketched out events for the officer +as they had occurred and as showing the motives +which had inspired his enemies in seeking to destroy him:––the +original plot against his father, his determination +to uncover the four conspirators, the episode at the restaurant +in Bowenville, the discovery of Ed Sorenson as +the hirer of the dead Mexican assassin, the obtaining of +Saurez’ deposition and Martinez’ imprisonment in +Vorse’s saloon cellar, Janet’s abduction and rescue and +the loss of the paper.</p> +<p>“But the paper isn’t lost,” Dr. Hosmer interrupted. +“Mary Johnson found it and here it is.” With which +he drew the crumpled document from his breast pocket +and laid it on the table.</p> +<p>“You have it again!” Weir exclaimed. “You found it, +Mary!” He stepped forward and took the girl’s hand in +his for a moment. “You’re a friend indeed to bring +this back to me.”</p> +<p>“I owed you more than that,” she said, coloring.</p> +<p>“But Mr. Sorenson has learned about his son and the +paper and everything that happened, except Ed Sorenson +told him lies instead of the truth,” Janet put in. +“He’s terribly angry at all of us. He said he would +kill you for crippling Ed.”</p> +<p>“Sorenson is welcome to try,” Weir responded, with a +quick blaze in his eyes.</p> +<p>At this point Mr. Pollock interposed.</p> +<p>“You didn’t finish your story, Weir. Relate for Mr. +Madden’s benefit what occurred at Judge Gordon’s +house.”</p> +<p>This tragic conclusion to the afternoon’s happenings +the engineer told, though remarking that the company +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_244' name='page_244'></a>244</span> +director should be the true narrator. At his announcement +that Judge Gordon had taken his own life by poison +his listeners remained dumbfounded.</p> +<p>“He’s dead, then?” Madden asked, at last.</p> +<p>“Yes. And the transfer of property made to Mr. +Pollock amounts to an acknowledgment of his guilt. +Now, I should like to have Martinez read this deposition, +for I’ve never heard its contents myself.”</p> +<p>This the Mexican did, translating the Spanish paragraphs +into English with fluent ease, ending by reading +the list of witnesses. Martinez gave the paper a slap of +his hand.</p> +<p>“And old Saurez was found dead in Vorse’s saloon by +me an hour after he had signed this,” he said. “Draw +your own conclusions.”</p> +<p>Madden shifted on his seat. He glanced at the document +and at the others and then gazed out the door at +the darkness.</p> +<p>“Looks like a clear case; I always imagined if these +men’s past was dug into there would be a lot of crooked +business turned up. But granting that everything is as +shown, with Lucerio the county attorney under Sorenson’s +thumb and the community as it is there’s a question +if Saurez’ statement even will be enough to convict +them.”</p> +<p>At that Janet jumped up, her eyes gleaming.</p> +<p>“That is not all the proof, not all by any means!” +she cried.</p> +<p>“What more is there?”</p> +<p>“Mr. Johnson’s evidence.”</p> +<p>“Johnson’s!” came in surprised tones from all four +of the men uninformed of the rancher’s story.</p> +<p>“Yes, he saw the man Dent killed and the plotters make +your father, Mr. Weir, believe he had done the killing.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_245' name='page_245'></a>245</span></div> +<p>Steele stared at Johnson dumbfounded.</p> +<p>“Just that; I saw the whole dirty trick worked, looking +through the back door of the saloon.”</p> +<p>“Then you were the boy!” Weir gasped. “The boy +who looked in! After thirty years I supposed that boy +gone, lost, vanished beyond finding.”</p> +<p>“I stayed right here,” was the reply. “Of course I +kept my mouth shut about what I had seen. I worked +on ranches and rode range and at last got the little +place on Terry Creek and married. Nothing strange in +my remaining in the country where I grew up, especially +as I only knew the cattle business.”</p> +<p>Weir swung about to Madden.</p> +<p>“Here’s a live witness,” said he. “With the other +proof his evidence should be final.”</p> +<p>“Whenever you say, I’ll arrest the men. As for this +warrant I have, I’ll just continue to carry it in my +pocket,” the sheriff stated. “I must remark that I +never heard of a more villainous plot, taking it all +around, than you’ve brought to light.”</p> +<p>“And the charges must cover everything,” Pollock said +sternly. “From Dent’s murder to the conspiracy +against the irrigation company.”</p> +<p>“I’ll stay here in case you need me to stop any trouble +with your workmen,” Madden remarked.</p> +<p>But trouble though imminent was coming from another +direction, as was suddenly shown when a man, +dust-covered and hatless, rushed into the office.</p> +<p>“They’re on the way,” he cried.</p> +<p>“Who? The workmen?” Weir demanded.</p> +<p>“No. I don’t know anything about the workmen, but +a bunch of Mexicans, fifty or more, are headed this way +to blow up the dam. I saw and heard them.”</p> +<p>“Where?”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_246' name='page_246'></a>246</span></div> +<p>“At the spring a mile south. I was watching down +there, where Atkinson had sent me after supper, relieving +the man who kept lookout during the afternoon. +That was where the booze was dealt out last night, you +remember. I was sitting there when I heard a crowd +coming. At first I thought it was our men, but when +they stopped to drink and smoke, I saw by their talk +they were Mexicans. But there was one white man with +them, a leader. He and a Mexican talked in English. +They’re to raid the camp, crawling up the canyon, to +dynamite the dam first, then fire the buildings.”</p> +<p>“Then they’re on the road here now?”</p> +<p>“Yes.” The speaker licked his lips. “I cut along +the hillside until I got ahead of them, but it was slow +going in the dark and stumbling through the sage. They +must be close at hand by this time, though I came faster +than they did. The white man said to the Mexican that +they wanted to reach the dam just at moonrise, and that +will be pretty quick now.”</p> +<p>“Go to the bunk-house and call the men waiting there, +and get a gun yourself,” Weir ordered. “The storekeeper +will give you one.” When the messenger had +darted out, he looked at the others. “You must take +these girls away from here, doctor, at once.”</p> +<p>“But I don’t go,” Johnson snapped forth, drawing his +revolver and giving the cylinder a spin.</p> +<p>“I never could hit anything, and haven’t had a firearm +in my hand for years, but I can try,” Pollock stated. +“This promises to be interesting, very interesting.”</p> +<p>“Very,” said Weir.</p> +<p>For a little he stood in thought, while the others gazed +at him without speaking. His straight body seemed to +gather strength and power before their eyes, his clean-cut +features to become hard and masterful.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_247' name='page_247'></a>247</span></div> +<p>“Up the canyon he said they were coming, didn’t +he?” he remarked at last, more to himself than to them. +“Very well, so much the better. Johnson, you and Madden +take charge of the men when they come and line +them along the hillside this side of the dam. Put out +all lights.” With which he strode out of the building.</p> +<p>They looked after him in uncertainty.</p> +<p>“I’m not going; you may be hurt, and need me,” +Mary stated, with a stubborn note in her voice.</p> +<p>“Then keep out of reach––and run for town if the +ruffians get into camp,” was her father’s answer.</p> +<p>“I stay too,” Janet exclaimed, resolutely.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_248' name='page_248'></a>248</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XXV_NO_QUARTER' id='CHAPTER_XXV_NO_QUARTER'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXV</h2> +<h3>NO QUARTER</h3> +</div> +<p>The peril threatening the unfinished dam now alone +engaged Steele Weir’s mind. Personal considerations +did not enter into his calculations, least of all thought +of personal danger; for when he placed himself in an +undertaking whatever rested under his hand, as in this +case the irrigation company’s property, became for him +a trust to attend, to direct, to guard. Even more than +if it had been his own property did he feel the obligation, +for the interests concerned were not his. But the matter +went deeper than a prospective money loss; it struck +down to principles and rights––the principles of order +and industry as against viciousness and havoc; the rights +of law-abiding men who create as against the wantonness +of lawless men who would destroy.</p> +<p>Were it his own workmen who, inflamed by drink and +incited by a spirit of recklessness, were coming to wreck +the camp in a moment of mad intoxication, he would have +made allowances for the cause. Before resorting to extreme +measures in defending his charge, he first would +have sought to bring them to their senses. Drunken +men are men unbalanced, irrational.</p> +<p>But here was another case: an attack by a secret, +sober, malevolent band, who in cold blood approached to +demolish the company works. Not liquor moved them on +their mission, but money––money paid by his arch enemies. +The men were simply hired tools, brazenly indifferent +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_249' name='page_249'></a>249</span> +no doubt to crimes, desperate in character certainly, +for a handful of coins ready to wipe out a million +dollars’ worth of property and effort. Such deserved +no consideration or quarter.</p> +<p>Weir proposed to give none. With enemies of this +kind he had but one policy, strike first and strike with +deadly force. One does not seek to dissuade a rattlesnake; +one promptly stamps it under heel. One cannot +compromise with ravenous wolves; one shoots them down. +One does not wait to see how far a treacherous foe will +go; one forestalls and crushes him before he begins. +Moreover, if wise, one does it in such fashion that the +enemy will not arise from the blow.</p> +<p>With the information given him by the guard posted +at the spring Weir immediately grasped the true nature +of the plot. The “whiskey party” was but a means of +withdrawing the workmen from the scene, of weakening +the camp, while a picked company of ruffians wrecked +the property. It was an assault intended to wipe out +the works and end construction, coincident with his arrest. +Both the company and he were to pay the penalty +for resisting the powers that rule San Mateo. And if +the tale were spread that the destruction had been +wrought by his workmen while drunk, who would doubt +it?</p> +<p>Like shadows the band of Mexican desperadoes would +come, dynamite the dam, fire the buildings, stampede the +horses, and like shadows vanish again. In the unexpectedness +of the raid, in the confusion, in the dim light, no +one would with certainty be able to say who the assailants +were. A scheme ferocious in its conception and +diabolical in its cunning! But there was one flaw––the +element of chance. Chance had given Weir warning.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_250' name='page_250'></a>250</span></div> +<p>A strong man warned is a strong man armed.</p> +<p>As the engineer stood in the office, swiftly measuring +the imminent menace of which he had just been told, +calculating the meager instruments of defense at hand, +his mind sweeping up all the salient aspects, features, +advantages and disadvantages of the situation, he seized +on the one weak spot in the attacking party’s plan. At +that spot he would strike.</p> +<p>So giving Johnson and Madden the order to take +charge of the little handful of guards, he had plunged +out into the night.</p> +<p>The men from the bunk-house were already running toward +the office, before the door of which the rancher +gathered them together to make sure of their arms and +ammunition. All told, when Martinez and Pollock presently +came from the store with guns, the little party numbered +eleven.</p> +<p>“Is this all there are of us?” Dr. Hosmer asked.</p> +<p>“We are worth all that crowd that’s coming,” Johnson +exclaimed, taking a spare gun Martinez had brought +him.</p> +<p>“Did Weir send the rest of the engineers down to that +house? I understood so.”</p> +<p>“That’s where they are, I reckon.”</p> +<p>Dr. Hosmer considered for a minute.</p> +<p>“I can be there in five minutes in my car. The road +is on the north side of the stream, as is this camp: +the gang that’s heading here to blow things up is coming +up from the south, so it will not block the way. +Men could be here in twenty minutes from down yonder +by running.”</p> +<p>“A good suggestion, doctor,” Pollock said. “It may +take you a bit longer to find and tell them what’s occurring, +but even so they may return in time. Fifty, or +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_251' name='page_251'></a>251</span> +even twenty, might give us enough assistance to beat off +the attack.”</p> +<p>“There comes the moon,” said the man who had been at +the spring. “They must be near now.”</p> +<p>Far in the east the moon was stealing above the horizon. +Under its light the mesa took form out of the +darkness––the level sagebrush plain criss-crossed by willow-lined +ditches and checkered by small Mexican fields, +the winding shimmering Burntwood River with its border +of cottonwoods, the narrow road, the distant town of +San Mateo, a vague blot of shadow picked out by tiny +specks of light.</p> +<p>The mountains too now reared in view, silent, silvered, +majestic, towering about the camp on the lower base. +One could see, as the moon swam higher, the low long +buildings of the camp clustered on the hillside above the +canyon, in the bottom of which was the dashing stream +and the bone-white core of the dam.</p> +<p>“Look down yonder on the other side!” Martinez exclaimed +suddenly, pointing a long thin forefinger at the +mouth of the canyon where a group of black dots were +moving up the river.</p> +<p>“That’s them,” said the man who had given the warning.</p> +<p>“And they’re armed,” said another. “You can see the +moon shine on their gun-barrels.”</p> +<p>On the opposite side of the stream, some two hundred +yards below the dam and three or four hundred feet +lower in elevation than the camp, advancing up the +canyon in a string, the men looked like a line of insects.</p> +<p>“I’m off for help,” the doctor said, springing into his +car. “Janet, you and Mary go higher up among the +rocks and hide if these buildings are attacked.” Away +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_252' name='page_252'></a>252</span> +he went, buzzing down the hillside to the long stretch of +road.</p> +<p>Weir now came into sight, walking quickly towards the +group. That he saw the Mexicans down in the canyon +was evident from his swift appraising glances thither.</p> +<p>“Johnson, move your men down halfway to the dam +and have them scatter there behind bowlders. I shall go +still lower down,” he said. “You will hold your fire until +I signal with my hat from the dam.”</p> +<p>“You’re going to the dam?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“We ought to go with you.”</p> +<p>“I don’t need you. You’ll be more effective hidden +above. You’ll have plenty of light as the moon is shining +squarely in the gorge. And await my signal.”</p> +<p>“All right; you’re the general.”</p> +<p>“But take no extreme risks, Weir. The company +doesn’t ask you to sacrifice yourself,” Pollock stated.</p> +<p>“The sacrifice will be down among those fellows,” +Steele replied, with set jaw. “Don’t worry about me. +Now, start, men.”</p> +<p>He stood for a little watching the rate of progress of +the line of Mexicans ascending the stream, which was +not rapid owing to the broken rocks lining the bank. +Then he swung about to the two girls.</p> +<p>“Every one here now is under my orders,” he said. +“You two will take your car and go at once. This is +no place for you.”</p> +<p>“But–––” Janet began.</p> +<p>“I’m taking no chances that you shall fall into the +hands of those scoundrels,” he declared, sternly. “They +may succeed in reaching this spot. You must not be +here; you must go.”</p> +<p>Taking each by an arm he piloted them to the car.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_253' name='page_253'></a>253</span></div> +<p>“Sorry, but it has to be,” he added. “This is work +for men, and men alone.”</p> +<p>Janet and Mary climbed up into the seat.</p> +<p>“You––you will take care of yourself,” Janet said, +tremulously.</p> +<p>“I expect to. Still, this isn’t going to be a croquet +party; anything may happen. Good-by.”</p> +<p>With that he swung about and breaking into a run +made for a small building half-buried in the hillside and +apart from the camp. There he stooped and picked up +under each arm what looked like a cylinder of some size +and went down towards the dam. For a time they could +see him, but all at once he slipped behind an outcrop of +rock and they saw him no more.</p> +<p>Janet turned to eye her companion. Once more her +face was pale.</p> +<p>“Well?” she inquired of Mary.</p> +<p>“I reckon we’d better do as he says. He’d be awful +mad if we didn’t. Did you see his eyes when he talked +to us?”</p> +<p>“But if he––he and others are wounded?”</p> +<p>Uneasily Mary gazed at the older girl and then down +at the canyon. On the hillside the men led by her +father were no longer in sight, somewhere concealed +among the stones that dotted the earth. But down by +the stream and now scarcely fifty yards from the white +stretch of concrete barring the river bed through a tunnel +in which the water foamed and escaped, the Mexicans +were clearly visible, their hats bobbing about, their +guns flinging upward an occasional gleam.</p> +<p>“It doesn’t seem as if anything was going to happen,” +Mary went on in awed tones. “Things are so quiet and +peaceful.”</p> +<p>Still Janet delayed starting the car, divided in feelings +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_254' name='page_254'></a>254</span> +between a wish to respect Steele Weir’s insistent +command and a growing fear for his safety. She could +see nothing of him. Into the shadow of a rock he had +disappeared and thither she gazed with straining eyes, +hoping to see again his straight strong figure.</p> +<p>“Why, look down there at the dam,” Mary said, whose +eyes had been wandering from, point to point of the +scene. “Isn’t that him?”</p> +<p>Janet’s heart gave a quicker beat, then seemed to sink +in her breast as staring downward she recognized the engineer. +He had come out all at once from the shade +cast by a wooden framework. He had with him the burdens +he had lifted from the ground before the little detached +stone house at the edge of the camp, and these, +the cylinders, he placed on the surface of the concrete +core at the spot where he stood. Then he knelt down, +struck a match, lighted a cigar––as if any man in his +senses would stop to smoke in such a situation!––and +busied himself at some task over the cylinders.</p> +<p>Only for an instant had he stood erect on the flat top +of the dam. Apparently he had been unseen by the +attackers, engaged in picking their footing: and now in +his crouching position, retired from the upper edge of +the dam’s front as he was, it was very likely that he +was wholly out of view of the band.</p> +<p>At last Weir moved his cylinders forward towards this +edge. Afterwards he straightened up and standing +hands on hips, smoking his cigar, the tiny crimson glow +of which rose and fell, he watched the party nearing +the foot of the white gleaming wall, fifty feet below +him.</p> +<p>For Janet the sight was too much. His indifference +to risk froze her; he appeared to be courting death; and +she strove to open her lips to send down to him an imploring +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_255' name='page_255'></a>255</span> +cry to draw back, but succeeded in uttering only +a tremulous wail.</p> +<p>“They’ll shoot him,” Mary was saying, “oh, they’ll +kill him!”</p> +<p>A surge of terror swept Janet. Next thing she knew +she was out of the car and running down the hillside +among the stones and the stalks of sagebrush, frantic to +reach him, to pull him out of view of the men beneath. +Only a single one of them had to cast a glance upward +and to raise his gun and fire, then he would die. He +should not die! She should fling herself as a protection +before him rather than that he should be slain!</p> +<p>On a sudden a hand reached up from a rock and seized +her arm, stopping her with a jerk. Then she was +roughly pulled down beside it. The man was Madden, +the sheriff.</p> +<p>“What in hell are you doing?” he demanded harshly. +“Have you gone crazy?”</p> +<p>His grip was not relinquished.</p> +<p>“But see him! Aren’t you men going to help him? +Are you going to let him be killed?”</p> +<p>Madden forced her to her knees, so that she was sheltered +by the outcrop of stone.</p> +<p>“Any man who can smoke a cigar like that at such +a time as this knows just what he’s doing,” was the +answer. “Keep quiet and watch.”</p> +<p>“Oh, I don’t want to see,” she said. But she continued +to look with fascinated eyes at the lone, calm +figure on the dam.</p> +<p>Presently Madden pushed his gun forward over the +rock.</p> +<p>“They’ve caught sight of him,” he stated.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_256' name='page_256'></a>256</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XXVI_THE_THUNDERBOLT' id='CHAPTER_XXVI_THE_THUNDERBOLT'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVI</h2> +<h3>THE THUNDERBOLT</h3> +</div> +<p>The greater part of the number of bandits had +stopped in a group a few yards from the base of the +white dam core, though a few stragglers were some way +behind. Among these Steele Weir made out the figure +of one whom he recognized as a white man; he whom +the guard from the spring had mentioned as directing +the company; and when at a number of exclamations +from Mexicans who perceived the engineer the man lifted +his face, Weir saw he was Burkhardt.</p> +<p>No more than this was needed to show whose the hand +behind this treacherous conspiracy. Clear, too, it was +that Burkhardt, determined that no mistake or abandonment +of the operation should occur, had come to see it +through in person. Weir could ask nothing better; he +had one of the plotters caught in the act.</p> +<p>Apparently orders had been to carry through the first +part of the diabolical plan of destruction in silence, that +of gaining control of the dam, for when two or three +Mexicans flung up rifles to shoot at Weir a sharp word +from another Mexican, seemingly their leader, had +checked the volley and shouted to Burkhardt.</p> +<p>The latter had stopped; he stared for a few seconds +at the man on the white wall above and finally signaled +with a wave of his arm.</p> +<p>“Come down here,” he ordered.</p> +<p>But Weir made no move to obey. He continued to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_257' name='page_257'></a>257</span> +stand motionless, coolly regarding the party beneath. +His eyes particularly considered two men who carried +wooden boxes, square and stout, on their shoulders. At +last he spoke.</p> +<p>“What do you want here?”</p> +<p>“Come down, then you’ll learn,” Burkhardt shouted +up, making no effort to hide the enmity in his voice.</p> +<p>Weir puffed at his cigar, removed it from his lips to +glance at its glowing end, while the Mexicans stared up +at him in silence, puzzled by this lone guard who carried +no rifle, who did not flee away to spread an alarm and +seek aid, and who so unexpectedly had appeared as if +anticipating their visit.</p> +<p>Murmurs broke out. Why were they not allowed to +shoot him at once in the approved Mexican bandit fashion +and proceed to their work? If he were not shot at +once, he yet could escape for aid. The party had to +ascend the hillside in order to mount to the top of the +concrete work. Time would be required to place and +fire their charges of dynamite––and they were eager to +get at the loot in the buildings above.</p> +<p>“Kill him,” Burkhardt roared suddenly, jerking forth +his revolver and blazing at the engineer.</p> +<p>The bullet sang past Weir’s head. He did not duck; +indeed, kept his place calmly while the Mexicans were +raising their guns, as if to show his supreme contempt +for their power. But at the instant Burkhardt fired +again and a dozen rifles blazed he sprang back and +dropped flat, leaving the deadly missiles to speed harmlessly +above the dam.</p> +<p>Raising himself cautiously he seized the end of a fuse +projecting from one of the canisters and held the crimson +end of his cigar against it until a sputter of sparks +showed that it had caught. From this fuse he turned +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_258' name='page_258'></a>258</span> +to the one in the second can and repeated the operation.</p> +<p>This was the essence of his plan of defense. With +guns the defenders on the hillside would be outnumbered +and probably killed in an attack. The information that +the assailants were to steal up the canyon, however, +was the key that would unlock a desperate situation, and +his mind had grasped the mode and means of defeating +the enemy.</p> +<p>With the first shots quiet had returned. The night +seemed for Weir as peaceful as ever, the earth bathed +in moonlight, the camp at rest. Only before him there +was the sputter of the two fuses, one at the right, one at +the left, as the trains of fire burned towards the holes +in the canisters. He watched these calculatingly. His +cigar no longer of service had been cast aside.</p> +<p>All at once he rose erect again. A few men were starting +along the wall to climb the hillside, but the greater +number were gathered about Burkhardt and the Mexican +leader. Now Weir glanced at them and now at the +fuses.</p> +<p>“I warn you to leave this dam and camp, Burkhardt,” +he shouted, when a few seconds had passed. “Don’t say +I didn’t give you warning.”</p> +<p>Every head jerked upward at this surprising reappearance +and voice. They had supposed him fled, the +men down there, and were having a last hasty conference, +doubtless as to the wisdom of now first attacking +the camp. A grim smile came on the engineer’s face. +Their astonishment was comic––or would have been at a +moment less perilous and fraught with less grave consequences.</p> +<p>An oath ripped from Burkhardt’s lips. An angry +curse it might have been at Madden that he had failed +to arrest and hold the engineer according to plan. He +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_259' name='page_259'></a>259</span> +gestured right and left, yelling something to the men +around him. He himself began to run towards one end +of the dam.</p> +<p>Weir stooped, picked up one of the canisters, blew on +the fuse now burned so near the hole. Some men perhaps +at this instant would have quailed for their own +safety and at the prospect of hurling death among others. +For death this tin cylinder meant for those below. +But there was no tremor in Steele Weir’s arm or heart.</p> +<p>He was the man of metal who had won the name “Cold +Steel”––calm, implacable, of steel-like purpose. With +such enemies he could hold no other communion than that +which gave death. For such there was no mercy. By +the same sort of law that they would execute let them +suffer––the law of lawlessness and force. Destruction +they would give, destruction let them gain.</p> +<p>He straightened. He took a last look at the snapping, +sparkling, smoldering fuse, then flung his burden full +down upon the spot where the Mexicans were again pointing +their guns at him. Swiftly picking up the second +canister, while bullets whined by, he cast it down after the +first. A glimpse of startled faces he had, of men attempting +to scatter from before the huge missiles, then +he flung himself full length upon the dam.</p> +<p>Interminably time seemed to stretch itself out as lying +there he listened, waited, sought to brace himself for +the impending shock. A quick doubt assailed his mind. +Had the charges failed.</p> +<p>All at once the earth seemed rent by a roar that shook +the very dam. Followed instantly a second volume of +sound more terrific, more blasting in its quality, more +dreadful in its power, deafening, stunning, as if the world +had erupted.</p> +<p>“Their dynamite!” Weir breathed to himself.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_260' name='page_260'></a>260</span></div> +<p>His ear-drums appeared to be broken. His hat was +gone. His body ached from the tremendous dispersion +of air. But that he could still hear he discovered when +through his shocked auditory nerves he distinguished, as +if far off, faint booming echoes from the hills.</p> +<p>He got to his knees, finally to his feet. Pressing his +hands to his head he gazed slowly about. Stones and a +rain of earth were still falling, as if from a meteoric +bombardment. About him he perceived sections of woodwork +shaken to pieces, collapsed.</p> +<p>Stepping to the edge of the dam he peered downward. +A vast hole showed in the earth before the wall though +the wall itself was uninjured and only smeared with a +layer of soil. Huge rocks lay where there had been none +before, uprooted and flung aside by the explosion, dispersed +by the gigantic blast. On the hillside half a dozen +men were picking themselves up and struggling wildly to +flee. Nearer, a few other forms lay in the moonlight +mangled and still, or mangled, and writhing in pain. Of +all the rest––nothing.</p> +<p>Almost completely Burkhardt’s predatory band had +been blotted out. Weir’s thunderbolt had struck down +into its very heart, and it had vanished.</p> +<p>As he turned and walked towards the end of the dam, +he staggered a little. The sight had shaken even his +iron nerve.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_261' name='page_261'></a>261</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XXVII_WEIR_STRIKES_WHILE_THE_IRON_IS_HOT' id='CHAPTER_XXVII_WEIR_STRIKES_WHILE_THE_IRON_IS_HOT'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVII</h2> +<h3>WEIR STRIKES WHILE THE IRON IS HOT</h3> +</div> +<p>In his runabout, with Sheriff Madden at his side, and +followed by Atkinson and half a dozen men for guards +in two other machines, Weir sped along the road to San +Mateo. They carried with them Burkhardt, who had +been found stunned and slightly injured, and two Mexican +bandits who had been captured. Those of the party +of attackers yet alive but seriously hurt were being +treated at camp by Dr. Hosmer, while the young engineers, +armed and eager, were scouring the mountain +side for the few Mexicans who had got away.</p> +<p>It seemed a miracle that Burkhardt had escaped death, +but the explanation was found no doubt in the fact he +had started from the spot where the canisters fell and +so at the moment of explosion was outside the area +of its full destruction. To Weir the matter went deeper +than that. Providence appeared to have saved him for +punishment, for the long term of imprisonment he deserved +for his crimes.</p> +<p>“I’d much rather have him alive than dead,” Steele +had remarked to Madden, when the man was brought up +from the canyon a prisoner.</p> +<p>The tremendous thunder-clap of sound from the camp +had quickened the return of the superintendent and his +men, already reached and warned by the doctor. More, +it had startled even the drunken workmen so that when +some one shouted that the dam had been blown up the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_262' name='page_262'></a>262</span> +debauch came to an immediate end, the house was deserted +and the throng, incited by curiosity and wonder, +went staggering and running for camp.</p> +<p>The first of these had arrived and the rest were tailing +behind for half a mile when Weir and his companions +set out for town, the blinding headlights of the machines +scattering on either side of the road the approaching +workmen. It was not likely many would go +back to the house when they were told at headquarters +how narrowly destruction of the works had been averted +and how their spree had been a move in the plot. Between +shame at being-duped and drowsiness resulting +from drink they would, after a look at the hole blown +in the earth at the base of the dam, want to seek their +bunk-houses.</p> +<p>As they sped towards town Weir and Madden rapidly +made their plans, for the sheriff having witnessed with +his own eyes the enormity of the plotters’ guilt was all +for quick action.</p> +<p>“These engineers of yours with us and the other men +Meyers will bring down can be thrown as a guard around +the jail,” he stated. “I’ll swear them all in as deputies. +With Sorenson and Vorse locked up along with Burkhardt––and +I’ll throw Lucerio, the county attorney, in +with them on the off chance he’s an accomplice––there +will be high feeling running in San Mateo. As quick as +I can make arrangements, we’ll take them to safe quarters +elsewhere––to-night if possible, to-morrow at the +latest, in fast machines. These men have friends, remember.”</p> +<p>“You’ve Burkhardt handcuffed; it might be well to +gag him, too, for fear the crowd might make trouble if +he yelled for help,” Weir replied.</p> +<p>“Yes, we’ll do that, though I think we can rush him +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_263' name='page_263'></a>263</span> +into the jail before anyone knows what’s happening.”</p> +<p>On the outskirts of town therefore the cars stopped. +When Burkhardt, who had recovered his senses and with +them a knowledge of his plight, perceived the sheriff’s +intention his rage burst all bounds.</p> +<p>“You fool, you muddle-headed blunderer!” he exclaimed, +with a string of oaths. “Take these cuffs off! +You’ll lose your job for this trick. When I see Sorenson–––”</p> +<p>“When you see him, you’ll see him; and that will be +inside a cell,” was the cool rejoinder. “I didn’t know +you were a dynamiter and would-be murderer until to-night, +but I watched you at work and saw you shoot +twice at Weir.”</p> +<p>“You’ll unlock these, I say, here and now!” And the +raging voice went off in a further stream of biting curses. +“Look at me; I’m Burkhardt. You’re crazy to talk of +throwing me in jail, with my influence and–––”</p> +<p>“Your influence be damned,” was the imperturbable +answer. “You’ll have a long time in a penitentiary to +see how much influence you have, if you don’t swing +first.”</p> +<p>Burkhardt struggled fiercely for a moment against +the steel bands about his wrists and the men who held +him.</p> +<p>“No crook like this Weir shall ever send me behind +bars, or any other man put me there. Wait till Sorenson +and Vorse and Judge Gordon learn what you’re trying! +Wait till they find out you’ve double-crossed us +for this engineer! Wait till Gordon turns me loose with +a <i>habeas corpus</i>, you’ll sweat blood for this night’s work, +Madden!”</p> +<p>The sheriff shook out the red handkerchief with which +he expected to bind the prisoner’s mouth.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_264' name='page_264'></a>264</span></div> +<p>“I’ll wait for a long time if I wait for Gordon to issue +the writ,” he remarked. “Seeing that he’s dead.”</p> +<p>“Dead! You’re a liar, you sneaking cur; you can’t +bluff me. And when I’m loose, if I don’t fill you full +of lead it will be because–––”</p> +<p>But Burkhardt’s explanation was never finished on +that point, for Madden whipped the rolled handkerchief +over his mouth and quickly knotted it behind, shutting +off the flow of seething vituperative speech. If looks +could slay, those he received from the prisoner’s bloodshot +maddened eyes would have dropped the sheriff in his +tracks; as it was, they fell harmless against the law officer’s +person.</p> +<p>“Things have changed sort of sudden, haven’t they, +Burkhardt?” Madden stated, sardonically. “Never can +tell what’s going to happen between supper and breakfast. +Here I go out to serve a warrant on Weir, and +instead I’m bringing you in for trying a low I.W.W. +trick. Surprising cards a fellow sometimes gets on the +draw.” With which he went back to the other car.</p> +<p>Counting on quickness for the safe delivery of his +men in jail, Madden did not attempt to approach the +court house by a side street. On the contrary he drove +fast down the main way, with the other two cars following +close, passing without pause through the crowd +of Mexicans drawn forth in wonder at the booming report +of the explosion that had sounded from the dam.</p> +<p>One could see that excitement was at a high pitch. +With the rumors that all day had been in circulation, +with later vague tales of the great debauch proceeding +at the old ’dobe house half way up the road to camp, +with the thunder-clap that had burst from the base of +the mountains coming on top of all, every man, woman +and child had run to the main street, where those in the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_265' name='page_265'></a>265</span> +automobiles could see by wagging tongues and gesticulating +hands that speculation was rife and curiosity +afire.</p> +<p>“The talk this evening when I set out for your camp +was that I expected to bring you in and hang you,” +Madden said dryly, to the engineer. “Quite a crowd had +come to town. Plain to see now that Burkhardt and his +bunch had started the talk. I shouldn’t be surprised +if there had been trouble had I arrested and locked you +up. There are a few bad Mexicans around these parts +that would do anything for money, and it’s evident from +what’s happened that Sorenson’s gang was ready to go +the limit. What I’m trying to figure out is where these +fellows Burkhardt had with him up yonder came from.”</p> +<p>“I can tell you. From across the line. I’ve seen +plenty just like them down there,” Weir affirmed. “Look +at their hats and clothes––but you’ll be able to make +them talk after a while. However, you won’t find any +of them speaking English. Offer one of them some +money and a trip home and he’ll give you the story quick +enough, especially after you’ve thrown a scare into him. +We can afford to let one go to get the facts.”</p> +<p>“You better keep out of sight after we have the men +in the jail. Slip behind the jail to the rear of the yard, +and when I’ve locked them up and told Atkinson what +to do about keeping the people away from the building, +I’ll join you there.”</p> +<p>“I understand,” Weir stated.</p> +<p>“And we can slip off and grab Vorse if he’s in his +saloon and then Sorenson before any one knows what’s +happening.”</p> +<p>“That’s right; don’t want the game spoiled now. Here +we are.”</p> +<p>The cars had arrived at the gate before the courthouse. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_266' name='page_266'></a>266</span> +Here, too, however, the crowd was densest, having +gathered at the spot as if the roar of powder from +the camp was an overture to Weir’s arrest and appearance. +It had proved a prelude to his appearance, at any +rate. The crowd perceived him with Madden and it believed +him a prisoner even if not handcuffed and marched +with a pistol at his head.</p> +<p>A profound silence at first greeted the party as it +alighted. Madden, assisting Burkhardt to alight, pulled +the man’s broad-brimmed hat low over his eyes to conceal +his face from the revealing moonlight. A short +struggle again ensued, but Burkhardt finally yielded to +the pressure exerted by his companion guards.</p> +<p>A murmur of astonishment ran over the surrounding +throng, each instant being augmented by the voices of +others running to the place. Not only did it appear +that the engineer was under arrest, but likewise others,––a +handcuffed, gagged man and two sullen Mexicans, +strangers to the community. Yet a number of the onlookers, +possibly men with Vorse’s or Sorenson’s money +in their pockets, shouted as the new-comers moved +through the press:</p> +<p>“Killer, murderer! Hang him, shoot him!” And +more voices began to join in the cry.</p> +<p>Clearly the intent was to stir up feeling in the crowd +to a point where action against Weir would seem a +spontaneous outbreak. Even women joined in the cry; +curses followed; fists were shaken.</p> +<p>“Open up the way,” Madden ordered, as a surge of +the crowd threatened to surround him and his party. +In his hand, as if to emphasize his command, a six-shooter +swung into view, sweeping to and fro and menacing +the press of people.</p> +<p>The frightened men directly before the party struggled +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_267' name='page_267'></a>267</span> +to get out of line of the weapon, yielding suddenly +a clear passage.</p> +<p>“Quick! Around the courthouse and back to the +jail,” Madden exclaimed to those with him.</p> +<p>Pushing forward from the moonlight into the shade +cast by the cottonwoods, they dragged their prisoners +past the first building towards the low stout stone structure +at the rear, half-illuminated and half-concealed +by the patches of light and shade falling from the +trees.</p> +<p>A minute later Madden whipped out his keys.</p> +<p>“Two men remain here at the door and don’t be afraid +to show your rifles to that bunch,” he said. “In with +you, Burkhardt; there’s a nice soft stone floor to sleep +on. Keep those Mexican camp-burners covered, Atkinson, +till I get the cells open. You, Weir, slip on back +there in the shadow and wait for me.”</p> +<p>The engineer had taken but three steps into the gloom +along the outside jail wall, glancing about to avoid any +curious straggler of the crowd already hurrying around +the court house towards the jail, when he heard a call. +In the advance was a slim well-dressed Mexican, full in +the moonlight and very important of bearing. The call +was directed not at Weir but at Madden.</p> +<p>“You got him all right, sheriff?” he said.</p> +<p>“Yes. He came in with me,” was the answer.</p> +<p>“But who are these others?”</p> +<p>“Step inside and I’ll tell you, Lucerio.”</p> +<p>The county attorney joined the sheriff, peered inside +the doorway and hesitated. It was dark within; no light +showed except a patch of moonlight at the far side of +the building that fell through a barred window.</p> +<p>“Go right in,” Madden exclaimed. And laying hand +on the other’s shoulder he forced him ahead. The door +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_268' name='page_268'></a>268</span> +closed after the pair. Before the doorway there remained, +however, the pair of young engineers, rifle in +hand, whose threatening bearing and glistening gun-barrels +were apparent even in the patchy light dropping +through the boughs. At a distance of about ten feet off +the crowd of people halted, staring eagerly at the jail +building, showing their white teeth as they carried on +low talk in Spanish and awaiting with impatience the return +of Madden and Lucerio that they might flood them +with questions.</p> +<p>Weir remained to see no more, for the increasing crowd +pushed out further and further on the flanks, a circumstance +that would eventually result in his discovery. So +slipping to the rear of the jail and keeping well in the +shadows he gained the fence. This he leaped and, lighting +a cigarette, examined his pistol, then proceeded to +smoke calmly until Madden arrived.</p> +<p>“Hurry; slip away,” the latter said. “They wondered +what the devil I dodged back here for and are coming, +curious as cats.”</p> +<p>The two men glided away, keeping well in shadows +until they gained the side street and thence passed to +the main thoroughfare.</p> +<p>“What if Sorenson and Vorse are somewhere in that +crowd?” Madden asked. “They’re likely to be, expecting +your arrest.”</p> +<p>“Then we’ll have to wait till they leave it. But I +don’t believe they’re there. They won’t want to show +their hand even by being on the scene.”</p> +<p>“Probably they’ve found out Gordon is dead.”</p> +<p>“Probably. But on the other side, they suppose now +that the dam has been destroyed and that I’m locked +up,” Weir said. “Still, I’ll guess that if they’ve learned +Pollock and Martinez and I were at Gordon’s all the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_269' name='page_269'></a>269</span> +afternoon, and he committed suicide, they’ll be worrying +some just the same.”</p> +<p>Madden glanced at his companion.</p> +<p>“I don’t believe we’ll bring Vorse in––alive,” he said.</p> +<p>“That’s the way I want him, and Sorenson, too. I +want to see them go up for life, but if not that then +hanged. But a life term for both, along with Burkhardt, +is my choice. I want them to suffer as my father +suffered. Only worse. Dying’s too easy for them. Let +them have hell here for awhile before they get it on the +other side. Let the iron bars and stone walls kill them. +I hope they live for twenty years to gnaw out their +hearts every day and every night behind steel doors. +That wouldn’t half pay what they owe. But if they +finish in prison, knowing there’s no hope, knowing I’ve +put them there for what they did to my father and Jim +Dent, knowing that all the money and cattle they stole +had slipped through their fingers, that they’ve lost all +they gained and more, that their curses and crimes are +crushing their own heads, why, that will help. And +Sorenson––Sorenson there every day knowing his son lies +a helpless cripple, without the money that has been piled +up for him! I couldn’t invent a worse hell for him. +And that’s the hell he’s going to have!”</p> +<p>Though a man not easy to move, Madden at Weir’s +cold implacable expression of hatred shivered slightly. +Sorenson and his accomplices would be lucky indeed if +they died by the rope.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_270' name='page_270'></a>270</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XXVIII_VORSE' id='CHAPTER_XXVIII_VORSE'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVIII</h2> +<h3>VORSE</h3> +</div> +<p>Across the main street the two men walked, wearing +their hats low and making no answer to shouted questions +of those hurrying to the courthouse yard. Already +the grounds about the court house and the street +in front were jammed with eager, excited Mexicans, +thrilled with an expectation of something to happen, +though they knew not exactly what. The murderer, the +killer, they have taken the killer, was the constant statement +tossed from mouth to mouth.</p> +<p>“But not the killer they think,” Madden said, in a low +aside to Weir as they moved ahead on their errand.</p> +<p>The pair were now advancing toward the saloon, along +the opposite side of the street where a slight shadow afforded +them concealment. By the time they came opposite +the building they had escaped altogether from the +crowd, though looking thither over shoulder they could +see the black press of people in the moonlight at the public +building; and here the street was empty except for a +few belated women and children running toward the +assemblage.</p> +<p>Madden’s hand suddenly gripped the engineer’s arm as +they were about to step forth from the shadow to cross +the street to the saloon.</p> +<p>“There he is,” the sheriff whispered.</p> +<p>Vorse had pushed open the slatted door of his place +and stepped outside. In the moonlight his figure and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_271' name='page_271'></a>271</span> +face were clearly visible: his thin whip-cord body and +predatory face, and bald head as shiny and hard as a +fish-scale. He wore no coat, while his vest hung unbuttoned +and open as usual. About his waist was an +ammunition belt carrying a holster, as if he were prepared +for action.</p> +<p>Thus he stood for a time, hands on hips, motionless, +his cruel hatchet-like face directed towards the scene +further along the street. Presently a man came running +to him, Miguel, his bartender, who had been one +of the two men serving out whiskey to the workmen at +the old adobe house and who at the break-up of the +spree had hastened back to town to report to his employer. +Now, it seemed, he had fresher news to give.</p> +<p>“Yes, it is the engineer, for a certainty,” he exclaimed +panting, as he stopped before Vorse. “The sheriff arrested +him and he now lies in jail there. It is said he +fought and tried to shoot Madden, but that the sheriff +was too quick and shot the gun out of his hand. It is +said also that the dam is blown into a million little +stones, but men are riding there on horses to see for +themselves. They will soon return. Anyway a fight +there was up there undoubtedly, for Madden brought in +not only the engineer but three other men, bound and +handcuffed and struggling furiously, trying to strike and +bite the crowd like mad dogs. From time to time the +sheriff had to beat them on the heads with his pistol, +especially the engineer, who is the worst. I did not see +them, but those who did said their faces were streaming +with blood.”</p> +<p>“All right. Go find José Molina and ‘Silver’ +Leon.”</p> +<p>“Are they not up in the hills with their bands of +sheep?”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_272' name='page_272'></a>272</span></div> +<p>“No. They are here. Look around till you find +them; then send them to me.”</p> +<p>“That means something lively to happen, eh?” Miguel +said with a laugh.</p> +<p>He did not wait, however, for an answer, but set off +at once for the court house.</p> +<p>“I hope Meyers shows up soon with more men,” Madden +said to Weir. “Those two sheepherders of Vorse’s +are a pair of snakes; he always hires that kind; and they +probably have some fellows with them like themselves.”</p> +<p>“Meyers is on the way with twenty men or so by this +time. They had to come in wagons, as we had the cars. +Atkinson ought to be able to stand off the crowd +with the half dozen boys he has until the others arrive.”</p> +<p>While they had conducted this brief exchange of +opinions they had kept their gaze on the saloon-keeper, +who continued to stand before his door. The cold and +merciless character of the man was never more revealed +than now as he waited for his hired assassins to come +to receive orders. Possessing already a full knowledge +of the plot, Weir and Madden were able to guess what +culmination was now contemplated and measure the true +depth of the conspirators’ infamy. The sheriff especially +boiled with inward wrath that they should expect +to make him not only a dupe but a tool in their +crime.</p> +<p>“It’s clear they never intended you should come to trial +when arrested,” he said to his companion.</p> +<p>“Certainly not. That isn’t the way they play the +game. And I suppose Vorse there imagines the cards +are all falling his way at this moment.”</p> +<p>“He’s going in.”</p> +<p>“Good. Now then!”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_273' name='page_273'></a>273</span></div> +<p>Weir struck off across the street, striding forward at +a pace Madden found it difficult to keep. As they neared +the door, Weir loosened the gun in his holster.</p> +<p>In this action the sheriff imitated him and then changing +his mind drew the weapon itself. Plain man that he +was, he was an instinctive judge of character; he had +encountered men of Vorse’s type before, less shrewd but +equally savage; their nature was to fight, not surrender; +their way was to kill or be killed in the final issue. He +anticipated no arrest.</p> +<p>He felt no necessity, however, to express this view to +the engineer, who had proved himself in the time he had +been at San Mateo wholly competent to deal with any +situation that arose. Moreover, while Vorse had had a +reputation of being a quick shot in the past, he was +confident Weir was his master.</p> +<p>With a quiet movement the engineer pushed open the +door and stepped into the saloon. Madden following +him had allowed the slatted door to swing shut again and +the sound of its hinges caused Vorse, who was just starting +away from the bar, to turn about. In his hand was +a tray holding a bottle of whiskey, a bottle of mineral +water and glasses, which apparently he had just lifted +up.</p> +<p>For a space of ten seconds or so he remained unmoving, +the tray in his hand and his eyes regarding the +visitors fixedly. Behind him in the rear of the saloon +a second man had sprung up from the table where he +sat, but after that first startled action he, too, had not +stirred. The man was Sorenson.</p> +<p>With Madden at his side and with a grim smile on his +lips Weir walked slowly towards Vorse. In his tread +there was something of the quality of a tiger’s, the light, +deliberate, poised advance, the easy and dangerous movement +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_274' name='page_274'></a>274</span> +of body, the effortless glide of a powerful animal +ready to spring and strike. His hands swung idly at +his sides, but that did not mean they would not be swift +once they responded to the call of the brain that controlled +them.</p> +<p>“You gentlemen were just about to celebrate my downfall, +I perceive, by pouring a libation,” Weir said. +“Don’t let me interrupt. Only I must request you to +conduct the proceedings there where you’re standing, +Vorse, instead of at the rear of the room: Madden and +I wish a good view of the ceremony. If Mr. Sorenson +will be so agreeable as to step forward, you may go +ahead.”</p> +<p>Sorenson did not join Vorse, but instead he spoke.</p> +<p>“Why haven’t you locked up your prisoner, Madden?” +he demanded harshly. “And you’re letting him keep his +gun. Don’t you know enough to disarm a murderer and +throw him into jail when you arrest him?”</p> +<p>“I haven’t arrested him yet,” was the sheriff’s answer.</p> +<p>“Well, do it then. You have the warrant for the +scoundrel. Perhaps you haven’t heard he almost killed +my boy Ed last night––and you’re allowing him to walk +around with you as if he were a bosom friend. Do your +duty, or we’ll get a sheriff who will.”</p> +<p>“That’s why I’m here, to do my duty.”</p> +<p>“You didn’t have to bring this man here to do it.”</p> +<p>“I decided to bring him, however.”</p> +<p>From Vorse had come not a word. Only his gleaming +evil eyes continued to rest on the two men without wink +or change. For him explanations were unnecessary; he +had divined instantly that somewhere, somehow the plotters’ +plans had gone awry.</p> +<p>“Did you know that Gordon is dead?” Weir asked, all +at once.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_275' name='page_275'></a>275</span></div> +<p>Vorse lowered the tray to the bar and ran the tip of +his tongue over his lips.</p> +<p>“No,” said he, “we didn’t know it.”</p> +<p>“He deeded his property over this evening and then +swallowed poison,” the engineer stated. “He saw the +game was up.”</p> +<p>“You can’t make me believe your lies,” came sneering +from Sorenson. “And you shall pay, you and that girl, +for every broken bone in my boy’s body. I’ll spend my +last dollar for that if necessary. Madden, do your duty +and lock him up.”</p> +<p>The sheriff said nothing, but lifted his gun a little. +Vorse by a slight movement of his body had edged from +the bar as if to gain freedom for action.</p> +<p>“The game’s up for you men too,” Weir said. +“You’ve murdered and robbed and swindled in this country +long enough; I’ve got the proof and I’m going to remove +you from this community. It’s not I who will be +arrested. You killed Jim Dent after cleaning him out +at cards and then made my father believe he was guilty +of the crime. All I fear is that the court will hang you +instead of sending you up for life; that would be too good +for you. I want your crooked souls to die a thousand +deaths within stone walls before you die in body. The +game’s up, I say. I’ve Saurez’ deposition and I’ve the +man who was the boy looking in the back door there +that day thirty years ago and saw you shoot Dent, and +he’ll go on the stand against you.”</p> +<p>A stillness so profound that one could hear the tiny +insects hovering about the lamps succeeded this statement. +If words had not been enough, Weir’s cold, harsh +face would have removed the men’s last hope, for on it +was not a single trace of relenting. A stone could have +been no flintier.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_276' name='page_276'></a>276</span></div> +<p>“Well?” Vorse inquired softly.</p> +<p>His arched bony nose appeared thinner and more +hawk-like. His lips were compressed in a white scornful +smile, while his eyelids now drooped until but slits +of light showed from the orbs.</p> +<p>“And you may be interested to know Burkhardt and +some of the Mexicans he hired are now locked up in +jail; the rest, or nearly all, are dead,” Weir continued, +with slow distinctness. “Your little scheme to blow up +the dam and burn the camp failed. We caught Burkhardt +at the spot leading the gang. Your plot to make +the workmen drunk and leave the dam unprotected +worked well enough so far as that part was concerned, +but a keg of powder dropped on your bunch of imported +bandits ended that part of the show. And we have +Burkhardt! You gentlemen are going to join him in the +jail, where we shall give you all the care and attention +you deserve.”</p> +<p>Vorse turned his head about towards Sorenson.</p> +<p>“Do you hear?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Madden, you’ve too much sense to believe all this +trumped-up libel!” Sorenson exclaimed furiously. +“About us, respected leaders of this town! Arrest the +blackguard!”</p> +<p>Even facing assured proof of his complicity and guilt, +the cattleman still believed in the power of his wealth +and influence, in his ability to browbeat opponents, to +command the man he had elected to office, to dominate +and ruthlessly crush by sheer will power all resistance, +as he had done for years.</p> +<p>“I take no orders from you,” the sheriff replied.</p> +<p>“Well, I suppose I can empty the till and lock the safe +before going?” Vorse questioned.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_277' name='page_277'></a>277</span></div> +<p>“No. Keep in front of the bar where you are,” the +sheriff commanded.</p> +<p>“And have everything stolen.”</p> +<p>“Your bar-keeper will be back presently. He will +look after things for you.”</p> +<p>“You say Burkhardt is locked up?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“That will hurt his pride,” Vorse laughed. “He always +swore that no one should put him behind bars. He +wouldn’t have minded so much finishing in a gun-fight, +but to serve a term in prison would surely go against the +grain with Burk. Though I think with Sorenson–––”</p> +<p>Weir’s eyes had never left the speaker. Through the +other’s inconsequential talk and apparently careless acceptance +of the fact of arrest the engineer had noted the +tense gathering of the man’s body.</p> +<p>“Put your hands up,” he interrupted at this point.</p> +<p>Vorse had uttered no following word after speaking +Sorenson’s name; his voice terminated abruptly. At the +same instant his right hand flew to his holster and +whipped out his gun. It was the advantageous time for +which he had waited, for Madden’s look which had been +moving back and forth from Vorse to Sorenson so as to +cover both had passed to the latter. And Weir’s weapon +was undrawn.</p> +<p>But if Vorse drew fast, the engineer’s motion was like +a flash of light. His weapon leaped on a level with the +other’s breast. The report sounded a second before that +of Vorse’s and three before Madden’s, who also had +fired.</p> +<p>Then, if ever, Steele Weir had displayed his amazing +speed in beating an enemy to his gun, for Vorse had indeed +been quick, keyed by a knowledge that for him this +meant imprisonment or freedom, a slow death or liberty.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_278' name='page_278'></a>278</span></div> +<p>For a minute he stood half crouching as he had been +at the instant of shooting, his eyes glaring balefully at +his enemy and the thin cruel smile on his lips, while the +two men in front stood warily waiting with weapons extended. +Then Vorse clutched at his breast, muttered +thickly and toppled over full length on the floor.</p> +<p>The sharp pungent smell of powder smoke mingled +with the reek of liquor.</p> +<p>“He’s dead,” Madden said.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Are you hit?”</p> +<p>“No. His bullet went past my hip; he never got his +gun up.”</p> +<p>Madden glanced about towards the rear of the room. +A command for Sorenson to stop broke from his lips. +Next he fired. And Weir swinging his look that way +saw Sorenson’s form, untouched by the bullet, vanishing +through the rear door into the night. Using the minute +that the two men’s surveillance had been lifted he had +escaped.</p> +<p>“Hard luck when we had him,” Weir growled.</p> +<p>“He can’t get away.”</p> +<p>“I’m not so sure. And he’s armed.”</p> +<p>“He’ll strike for home to get his car.”</p> +<p>“Or to the office for money,” Weir exclaimed.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_279' name='page_279'></a>279</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XXIX_THE_FOURTH_MAN' id='CHAPTER_XXIX_THE_FOURTH_MAN'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIX</h2> +<h3>THE FOURTH MAN</h3> +</div> +<p>A last look Steele Weir had at the dead man on the +floor before he turned to go in search of Sorenson. Not +so astute or crafty as Judge Gordon, nor so intelligent +as Sorenson, nor so belligerent as Burkhardt, he had +been as rapacious and infinitely more cool-minded than +any of the three. If anything, he was the one of them all +to proceed to a crime, whether fraud or murder, in sheer +cold blood and by natural craving. No uneasy conscience +would have ever disturbed his rest: no remorse or +pity ever stirred in his breast. He was the human counterpart +of a bird of prey.</p> +<p>Well, he was dead now. Three of the quartette who +had been joined by avarice and lawless actions were taken +care of––Burkhardt a prisoner, Gordon dead by self-administered +poison, Vorse by bullets. Almost did Steele +Weir feel himself an embodiment of Fate, clipping the +strands of these men’s power and lives as with shears. +Sorenson alone remained to be dealt with and his freedom +should be short.</p> +<p>Beckoning Madden, he went swiftly through the door +where the cattleman had leaped into the shadows. Where +the gloom ceased and the space behind the row of store +buildings was clear in the moonlight, nothing was to be +seen. Naturally the man had kept within black shade +in his flight.</p> +<p>When they reached the rear of the cattle company’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_280' name='page_280'></a>280</span> +office building, they peered in through its barred back +windows, but all was dark inside the structure so far as +they could determine. To all appearance Sorenson had +not stopped here: it was quiet, gloomy, untenanted.</p> +<p>“We’ll have to try his home now,” the sheriff stated. +“If we don’t find him there, we’ll set the telephones going +to warn all the ranches and towns around to be on +the lookout and either to stop or report him if he shows +up. He hasn’t start enough to get away now.”</p> +<p>They hastened on along the line of buildings until they +reached a side street. But when they had proceeded a +short way, Weir stopped.</p> +<p>“I’m not satisfied about the office,” said he. “Suppose +you go on to his house and I’ll return for a look inside +from the front. If you fail to find him join me at Martinez’ +office, where no one is likely to be around and we +can then lay further plans.”</p> +<p>“That suits,” Madden responded, and set off alone.</p> +<p>Weir’s alert brain had been turning over the possibilities +of Sorenson’s course. Rather by pursuing what +would be the man’s line of reasoning than by depending +on chance, he had come to the quick decision to turn +back once again to the office. Sorenson would so act as +would best serve his immediate escape and that of the future.</p> +<p>Would he expect the sheriff and the engineer to look +for him to flee by the speediest means, an automobile, +and to the natural avenue of escape, the railroad? Yes. +Therefore on that expectation he would adopt another +way to throw off pursuit. And perilous as a delay would +be in getting away from San Mateo, yet he must risk the +few minutes necessary to get money. For to fly with +pockets empty meant eventual, certain capture. Money +a fugitive from justice must possess above everything +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_281' name='page_281'></a>281</span> +in order to possess wings; and no one would know that +better than Sorenson.</p> +<p>Though Madden and he had seen no light in the office +building, the cattleman nevertheless might have been +within. If he had been in the vault, he could safely have +lighted a candle without their perceiving its beams; and +though the safe was modern it probably had no time lock. +Sorenson could unlock it with a few twirls of the combination, +stuff his pockets with currency and negotiable +paper to the amount of thousands and then slip away.</p> +<p>Fortunately the moonlight was to Weir’s advantage. +He quickened his steps, passed round the corner into +the main street and moved towards the building. For +him the crowd at the court house at that moment had +no interest; one person, and one person alone, commanded +his thoughts.</p> +<p>How correct had been his logic––logic not unmixed +with intuition, perhaps––appeared when he was yet some +fifty yards away from the door he sought. A tall bulky +figure suddenly stepped forth from the building and instantly +ran across the street and lost itself in the shifting, +jostling crowd that was half-disclosed, half-concealed +by the broken shadows of the moonlit trees.</p> +<p>Steele Weir proceeded to a spot near the office and +halted. His first impulse to rush after Sorenson had +been promptly suppressed, as cooler judgment ruled. To +seek his quarry in that throng would be labor wasted, +while to reveal his identity would be to court a disastrous +interference with the business at hand. From where he +stood he should much better be able to see Sorenson when +he did emerge, unless he chose to remain in the crowd or +steal away at the rear of the court house yard, a chance +Weir must take.</p> +<p>Five minutes passed. The restless, talkative Mexicans +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_282' name='page_282'></a>282</span> +continued to swarm and buzz with excitement, ceaselessly +moving about, forming and reforming in groups, agitatedly +repeating newer and wilder rumors concerning +events. Despite Weir’s intent watch for Sorenson, the +engineer could not but observe the mob’s manifestations, +observe them with sardonic humor. For their ebullition +of the present would be nothing to what it would be if +they learned he stood across the street, uncaged, unfettered, +free and armed, a “gun-man” loose instead of +a “gun-man” in jail.</p> +<p>All at once Weir noted out of the tail of his eye a +slight stir among a number of horses standing with reins +a-trail before a store a little way down the street. The +horses were partly in the light, partly in the shadow, +so that all he could see was that one or two of them +had jerked aside quickly, then resumed their listless postures.</p> +<p>He was about to withdraw his eyes when he saw a man +swing upon the back of one of them and start off at +an easy canter. Weir sprang towards the spot at a run. +That big figure could only be Sorenson’s, for no Mexican +he had ever seen in San Mateo could match it. And the +plan of escape showed the other’s craft in an emergency; +gradually working his way through the crowd he had at +last gained the protective shadow of the building on that +side of the street and slipped along in it until he reached +the horses.</p> +<p>Doubtless the man had conceived the plan at the instant +he had stepped from his office, sweeping the street +by one gauging look. With the whole town assembled +at the court house, his departure was little likely to be +noted by the Mexicans, while Madden and Weir would +never suspect him of riding off on a horse, or suspect too +late. Indeed, he rode at first as if in no great haste, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_283' name='page_283'></a>283</span> +but as he turned his mount into a narrow by-way, more +a lane than a street that disappeared between two mud +walls, Weir saw him strike his heels into the pony’s +flanks.</p> +<p>But for the startled movement of the nearby horses +when Sorenson took stirrup, Weir would not have looked +that way. He might possibly have seen the horseman +start off, but that is not certain. He unquestionably +would have supposed him an ordinary rider if he had not +noticed the man until he reached the mouth of the lane.</p> +<p>Meantime the engineer had made his best speed to the +line of waiting horses. Slowing to a walk so as not to +scare them, though as he discovered on examination most +of them looked too bony and spiritless for that, he approached +and carefully inspected the bunch. He took +his time in the selection: the more haste in choosing a +mount might prove less speed in the end. He tightened +the saddle-girths and ran a finger along the head straps +of the bridle of the horse picked to judge their fit, receiving +a snap from the pony’s teeth, which gave him +satisfaction. Not only was this animal a wiry, tough-looking +little beast, but he had life.</p> +<p>Up into the saddle Weir went, followed Sorenson’s +line to the lane, down which he swung. Coming out into +the next street, he pursued it to an intersecting street, +and there galloped for the edge of town without trying +to guess the way taken by his enemy. Once he reached +the open fields he would quickly get sight of the man racing +away somewhere on the mesa.</p> +<p>Evidently the quarry he pursued had not taken so +direct a course as Weir, for when the latter at length +came forth where he could have a wide view he perceived +the horseman a quarter of a mile off and further east, +galloping south. The engineer at once raced thither to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_284' name='page_284'></a>284</span> +gain the same road and turning into it made for Sorenson.</p> +<p>Thus the two men sped away from San Mateo. The +wire fences and the adobe houses of Mexicans owning +little farms adjoining soon ceased. The wide mesa lay +on either side. Though a quarter of a mile had separated +the men when Weir first observed the other, the distance +between had been increased while the engineer was +gaining the road, until now the interval was almost twice +as great.</p> +<p>Weir guessed the fleeing man’s plan. Instead of seeking +the railroad for the present, he would disappear in +the mountains, where with the assistance of some loyal +employee, cowman or sheepherder, he would lie hid until +the first fury of the hunt had subsided. Possibly his +bold brain even conceived the idea of again returning to +San Mateo some dark night soon and further looting the +office, vigilance being relaxed.</p> +<p>In any case, he would expect to remain safe from pursuit +in a mountain fastness until either on horseback or +by automobile he could work his way out of the country. +With what he had unquestionably carried off he would +not be a poor man. In some spot far away he could +assume a new name, start in business and later be joined +by his wife and crippled son.</p> +<p>Alas, for those plans, arising like mushrooms on the +ruins of his life! Behind him followed the same inexorable +antagonist who so swiftly had brought everything +crashing about his head. Possibly Sorenson once out of +the town had failed to look back; possibly looking back +he had been unable to distinguish against the blur of +houses and trees the horseman galloping in the moonlight +along the same road.</p> +<p>But all at once when they were two miles away from +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_285' name='page_285'></a>285</span> +San Mateo he discovered Weir, who had been gradually +cutting down the space between until now again he was +within a quarter of a mile of his quarry. Sorenson had +been riding rapidly but not hard; he now beat his horse +to a furious gallop,––a good pony, too, from its speed, +showing that the banker as well as Weir had picked his +mount with care.</p> +<p>Weir did not urge his horse to a similar pace, only +maintaining a fast steady gallop that kept the other in +sight though the space between again widened. Apparently +Sorenson realized the folly of attempting to outrun, +his pursuer at once, for he soon dropped back into +a regular, mile-eating gallop. Gradually in turn Weir +crept up to his old position.</p> +<p>To each the only sound was that of drumming hoof-beats. +In front rode the fleeing man––dethroned leader +and criminal and murderer. Behind relentlessly came +his Nemesis, the son of the man whom he had deceived +and damned to mental suffering. All about them as they +flew along was the silent, moonlit, sage-covered mesa. +At their right towered the misty, unchanging peaks, as if +watching unmoved this strange race of two human beings. +A strange race, in truth,––a race where vengeance rode.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_286' name='page_286'></a>286</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XXX_THE_VICTOR' id='CHAPTER_XXX_THE_VICTOR'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXX</h2> +<h3>THE VICTOR</h3> +</div> +<p>Ten miles the two men had gone when Sorenson’s horse +began to fail. The rider’s weight was proving too much +for the sturdy little animal and though he strove to maintain +his speed the strain told on lungs and legs. Weir +had reduced the distance first to three hundred yards, +then to two hundred, and at last but a hundred separated +him from the man and horse ahead.</p> +<p>The hard chase indeed was beginning to tell on his +own mount. Flecks of foam flew from its lips; its neck +was wet with sweat; the whistle of its breath was audible +to the engineer at every stride. For as both men had +realized that now the end could not be far off, they had +pushed their horses to faster and faster galloping.</p> +<p>On a sudden Sorenson swung his animal into a dim +trail leading from the main road skirting the mountain +range to the base of the mountains themselves. The first +slopes were but a mile away, covered with a scattering +growth of pinyon pines. Just in front, too, for which +the trail seemed pointing, was a dark ravine filled with +brush that rose to the denser timber above. This was +the fugitive’s goal. Once he could fling himself from +the saddle and plunge into the undergrowth he would +be safe from his pursuer.</p> +<p>The two ponies struggled on with exhausted leaps. +Weir had reduced the interval to seventy-five yards by +the time half the distance was covered and to fifty as +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_287' name='page_287'></a>287</span> +they drew near the mouth of the ravine. He measured +his gain and the remaining two hundred yards or so with +savage eyes, then drew his revolver. He desired to take +Sorenson unharmed. But rather than that the man +should escape he would kill him.</p> +<p>Sorenson’s horse stumbled, but a jerk of the reins +saved him and kept him moving on. The engineer struck +his own pony fiercely on the flank, which produced a tremendous +effort in the striving beast that brought it +within thirty paces or so of Sorenson. That, however, +was the best it could do, labor as it would. Its knees +were trembling at every stride, its head swinging heavily.</p> +<p>Sorenson’s horse suddenly went to its knees. But the +man leaping clear took the ground on his feet and instantly +set off at a run for the line of brush in the draw +some seventy or eighty paces away. A last spurt Weir’s +pony made, bringing his rider to within thirty yards of +the cattleman, who glancing over his shoulder halted, +swung about, fired a shot and again started to run.</p> +<p>The pony under Weir came to an abrupt stop, shaking. +He was done, whether from exhaustion or the bullet +the engineer did not wait to see. Flinging himself out +the saddle he raced after his man, taking the rough trail +leading up the slope in swift strides. On foot Sorenson +was no match for him. But the latter had the start; he +was now almost within reach of the thick screen of +bushes; and he bent every energy to make the ambuscade.</p> +<p>Still running, Weir flung up his gun and fired. Close +the shot must have gone to Sorenson, so close as to +inject into the man’s mind recollection of his pursuer’s +accuracy and a fear of a bullet in his back, for when +within twenty feet of the bushes he dropped behind a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_288' name='page_288'></a>288</span> +small bowlder, whence he fired twice at Weir but without +striking his mark.</p> +<p>Neither man after the furious ride and the concluding +run on foot was fit for sure marksmanship. This Weir +realized, so stopped where he was some forty feet off +from Sorenson’s stone in order to regain his breath and +calm his nerves. Of the cattleman he could see nothing; +the man crouched low out of sight, perhaps reloading his +weapon, perhaps steeling himself for a dash across that +small moonlit space that separated him from safety, or +perhaps preparing for a quick upward spring and a +fresh volley directed at his foe.</p> +<p>It may be questioned if in his heart Sorenson was not +almost disposed to fight the matter out. He was no +coward; his original hatred for the engineer had by +recent events been swelled to a diabolical desire to kill; +and now even if he, Sorenson, succeeded in slipping away, +his whereabouts would be known unless he destroyed the +man. Safety demanded that he not only escape but +escape without this witness.</p> +<p>Weir had not sought cover. He stood upright, his +revolver ready, trusting to have an advantage in his +speed when it came to an exchange of shots. Then he +began an advance, a slow noiseless circling advance that +at the same time of taking him closer to his enemy +brought him round on his flank.</p> +<p>Sorenson’s hand and pistol appeared and half his face +while three shots rattled from his gun, two at the spot +where Weir had been and one at him in his new position, +which the hiding man had immediately located. The last +shot ticked the engineer’s sleeve. In return Weir fired +twice, the first bullet striking the rock and ricocheting +off with a loud whine, while the second struck the pistol +from Sorenson’s hand.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_289' name='page_289'></a>289</span></div> +<p>Instantly Weir sprang forward.</p> +<p>“Show yourself,” he ordered. And the kneeling fugitive, +disarmed, gripping his bleeding hand, sullenly arose +to his feet. “You’ve led me a chase, but I have you at +last,” the engineer continued. “Now you’re going back +to San Mateo and jail. Walk towards the horses.”</p> +<p>Sorenson cast one bitter glance at the thicket in the +ravine; by only the little matter of a few yards he had +failed to gain liberty. For Weir his visage when he +looked around again was never more hard, hostile, full +of undying hatred. Though balked, he was not submissive, +and was the kind who kept his animosity to the end. +Then he started off towards the horses, his own which +had staggered to its feet again and Weir’s, both standing +with hanging heads and heaving, quivering sides.</p> +<p>All at once the cattleman halted and faced about.</p> +<p>“Most men have a price, and I suppose you have +yours,” he said, with forced calmness. “I’m ready to +pay it.”</p> +<p>“You’re going to pay it,” was the answer.</p> +<p>“How much will you ask to let me go?”</p> +<p>“If you offered me ten million, which you haven’t got, +I wouldn’t accept it,” Weir said, harshly. “There isn’t +enough money in the world to buy your liberty. You’re +going back to San Mateo, and from there to the penitentiary +or to the gallows, one or the other.”</p> +<p>“It will be neither,” Sorenson stated.</p> +<p>“You’re mistaken, but I shall not argue the matter +with you. Keep walking towards the horses.”</p> +<p>Sorenson’s lips became compressed. He glanced down +at his bleeding hand, shook the blood from his fingers.</p> +<p>“I stay here,” said he.</p> +<p>Weir went a step nearer and thrust his face forward, +jaw set, eyes smoldering.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_290' name='page_290'></a>290</span></div> +<p>“Go on, I say,” he exclaimed.</p> +<p>But the other did not retreat before him or indeed +move at all. A sneer lifted his gray mustache.</p> +<p>“You have a gun; you’re a killer; here I am unarmed +and in your power,” he said. “You intend to take me +in; I propose to stay here. If I go to San Mateo, it +will be as a dead man. I’ll see whether you have the +nerve to shoot me down where I now stand. If you have, +go to it. You can then take my body to town, but I’ll +not have paid the price you name and I’ll have the +satisfaction of knowing I beat you at the last––in that, +at least. Your bragging will be empty. Start your +shooting any time you please.” The tone spoke complete +contempt.</p> +<p>Weir said nothing. The defiance, the supreme audacity +of this assertion, coming so unexpectedly, surprised +him and left him at a loss. He would not kill an unresisting +man, even Sorenson, his worst enemy. Sorenson +in his place probably would not have hesitated to do +so, for he had no fine scruples in such matters; but for +Steele Weir the thing was no more possible than striking +a woman or a child.</p> +<p>It was not a question of nerve, as the other had stated. +It was a test of brutality and consciencelessness. To +shoot a man while escaping is one thing; to kill him +while a prisoner, however contemptuous and brazen, was +another. But there are means other than bullets for +handling obstinate prisoners.</p> +<p>Weir shifted his weapon so as to grasp the barrel and +have the butt free.</p> +<p>“I’ll leave your execution to the proper officials, if +an execution is what you want,” he said. “Now will +you go?” he demanded, threateningly.</p> +<p>His foe gazed at the clubbed pistol and turned as if +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_291' name='page_291'></a>291</span> +to yield. Next instant he whirled, lunging at Weir and +flinging his arms about his captor. An exultant exclamation +slipped from his lips; his hot breath fell on the +engineer’s cheek; his eyes glared into those of the man +his arms encircled. He had tricked Weir by his pretense +of obstinacy, led him to weaken his guard and +had him in his grasp.</p> +<p>Weir braced himself to resist the man’s effort to force +him down. Strong arms the other had, now doubly +strengthened by hate and a belief in victory. All the +power of Sorenson’s great body was exerted to lift him +off his feet, crush him in a terrific bear-hug, put him on +his back and render him helpless; and Weir in his turn +was tensing his muscles and arching his frame with every +ounce of his lean, iron-like frame.</p> +<p>Thus they swayed and struggled in the moonlight, +without witnesses. A sinister silent fight, marked only +by their fierce breathing and fiercer heart-beats. The +pistol had dropped from Steele Weir’s hand; instead of +attempting to break the other’s hold he had yielded to +it and pushing his own arms forward had clasped his +hands behind Sorenson’s back in the wrestler’s true defense +to such an attack.</p> +<p>Once Sorenson almost had him on his knees, but by a +quick powerful upthrust of his legs he regained his upright +position. However, it had been a close shave for +Weir, for he well knew that his opponent would use any +tactics, fair or foul, to kill him if he once lay on his back.</p> +<p>“You hound from hell!” Sorenson snarled. “You +crippled my boy, and you shall die for that. You’ve +ruined me in San Mateo, and you shall die for that. You +jailed Burkhardt and poisoned Gordon and shot Vorse, +and you shall die for that. I’m going to choke the life +out of you, and grind your dead head into the dust, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_292' name='page_292'></a>292</span> +then spit on you. That’s how I treat snakes. Say your +prayers, if you know any, for you’ll never get another +chance. Your friends won’t recognize your remains +when I’m done with you.”</p> +<p>Venomous and impassioned, all the hate in the man’s +heart flowed forth in a fuming stream. For hate and +murderous desire was all that was left him in the wreck +of life caused by the engineer. If he could no longer +rule, he could at least destroy.</p> +<p>Weir had made no response to the fierce imprecations. +He was working his hands upward, straining his arms +so as to reach Sorenson’s head.</p> +<p>“When the coyotes are gnawing your skull,” Sorenson +went on, raging, “when the worms are feeding on +you–––”</p> +<p>The words died in a gurgle of pain. Weir’s hands had +closed about his temples, a finger sunk in each eye, forcing +his head back. Sorenson shook himself frantically +to break the torturing hold. His head went farther and +farther back as if it seemed his neck would snap; his +mouth opened to gasp, “Oh, God!” and all at once his +hug slipped apart.</p> +<p>Instantly Weir tripped him, falling on top. Reaching +out like a flash he seized his pistol lying on the +ground and brought it down on the head of his enemy, +who momentarily blinded and suffering could not resist. +Sorenson went limp. From the savage beast of a minute +before he had been changed to a huge, motionless, sprawling +figure, with face upturned to the moon.</p> +<p>And on that face the victor of the life and death +struggle could still behold, through the contorted lines +stamped by pain, the man’s brutal passion and fixed malevolence.</p> +<p>Weir arose.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_293' name='page_293'></a>293</span></div> +<p>“You felt the hound of hell’s teeth,” he muttered.</p> +<p>With thongs from one of the saddles he bound Sorenson’s +hands, pulling the knots tight and hard. The prostrate +man moaned, opened his eyes. Weir jerked him +dazed and staggering to his feet.</p> +<p>“Up into the saddle with you if you don’t want another +rap on the head,” Steele ordered, bruskly. “And +go straight this time. From now on I’ll take you at your +word and put a hole through your black heart if you +try any more tricks.”</p> +<p>When his prisoner was mounted, he fastened his ankles +together by another thong under the belly of the pony. +Weir was taking no chances. Up into his own saddle +then he swung himself.</p> +<p>No exultant curses now came from his captive’s lips.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_294' name='page_294'></a>294</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XXXI_A_FINAL_CHALLENGE' id='CHAPTER_XXXI_A_FINAL_CHALLENGE'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXI</h2> +<h3>A FINAL CHALLENGE</h3> +</div> +<p>The hour was drawing near midnight when Weir and +his prisoner entered the town. Most of the women and +children of the crowd of Mexicans had gone to their +homes, but men yet remained before the court house and +in the street, discussing and arguing the exciting events +of the night.</p> +<p>In some mysterious manner knowledge that Burkhardt +and not Weir was the prisoner in the jail, together with +news of Judge Gordon’s suicide and Vorse’s death, had +spread from mouth to mouth. Amazement and incredulity +had been followed by an aroused feeling of anger, +for to the Mexicans it appeared that the crushing blow +dealt the leaders of the town was the arbitrary act of +the man they believed a lawless gun-man. Were not +Weir’s foremen and engineers guarding the jail? Men +who were strangers, not even citizens of the county?</p> +<p>But though an undercurrent of feeling ran among the +talking groups, gradually increasing as the time passed, +yet was there no active desire on the part of all or a +concerted movement to drive away the seeming invaders +of the law. For any such attempt a strong leader was +necessary. There was none: Madden frowned upon +them, only saying as he moved about that he was executing +the law; Sorenson, the dominating figure of the +town, and Burkhardt’s, Vorse’s and Gordon’s friend, was +strangely absent.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_295' name='page_295'></a>295</span></div> +<p>The determined guard about the jail was in itself a +deterrent to mob action. Meyers had brought twenty +or more men from camp, armed and alert, who with those +already about the building constituted a force to make +any crowd of Mexicans, however angry, think twice +before seeking to rescue prisoners. But the wish and +the spirit were not lacking. Employees of the plotters, +men who had received favors from Sorenson or Vorse or +Burkhardt, Mexicans of a naturally vicious and unruly +temper, were all for rushing the jail. The great number +of the people, however, peaceful and indolent, preferred +to content themselves with satisfying their curiosity +by talk instead of seeking a taste of blood. And so as +a result of this divided opinion the hostility for Weir had +not expressed itself in an effort to assail the keepers of +the jail.</p> +<p>When he was discovered to have returned to town, +this angry feeling assumed a menacing form. He approached +the court house by the side street, Sorenson +riding at his side, for it was his plan to lodge his prisoner +in the Jail with as much secrecy as possible. Nevertheless +in this he was disappointed; men saw him arrive, +assist his prisoner to alight and climb the board fence +about the yard; and drawn by the expectation of new +events the nearer groups hastened forward.</p> +<p>Weir impelled his man towards the jail.</p> +<p>“Stand back,” he commanded the Mexicans.</p> +<p>The latter at first stared in astonishment at beholding +the pair, one of whom was San Mateo’s foremost citizen, +now sullenly advancing with wrists bound. Exclamations +burst from their lips.</p> +<p>At that a flash of hope filled Sorenson’s breast.</p> +<p>“To my rescue, friends!” he cried, beginning to +struggle.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_296' name='page_296'></a>296</span></div> +<p>Weir jerked him ahead fiercely and cast fiercer looks +at the Mexicans.</p> +<p>“This man is under arrest. And remember I can still +shoot straight,” he warned.</p> +<p>Towards him came Madden running, who in Weir’s +disappearance earlier in the night he had guessed a pursuit +of the cattleman and had therefore returned to the +jail. He placed himself at Sorenson’s right.</p> +<p>“Whoever tries to take Sorenson from the hands of +the law does so at his own peril,” he exclaimed.</p> +<p>A few mocking shouts resulted. These were gradually +increased until the Mexicans, now being joined by scores +of others from the street, became a howling, cursing, hysterical +mob, crying Sorenson and Burkhardt’s innocence, +calling down imprecations on the heads of the sheriff +and the engineer, stirred by certain lawless spirits to +wilder and wilder passion.</p> +<p>Weir and Madden had not been standing still, for the +crowd was not yet numerous enough at first or bold +enough to attack. Moreover the two men held their +pistols well in view. Forcing Sorenson ahead, driving +apart those who blocked their way, they pushed across +the yard until but a few paces from the jail.</p> +<p>One Mexican, a ranch hand from one of Vorse’s +ranches, wearing a great high-peaked felt hat and chaps, +insolently thrust himself before the trio, spitting at +Weir’s face and in Spanish begging companions to help +him release Sorenson. His right hand was resting on his +holster as if but awaiting an excuse to use his gun.</p> +<p>“Get to one side,” was Weir’s harsh order.</p> +<p>The man’s answer was a string of foul curses. Like +a panther the engineer leaped forward and struck the +fellow on the side of his head with revolver barrel, +dropping him where he stood.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_297' name='page_297'></a>297</span></div> +<p>As the crowd remained suddenly mute, unmoving, their +howls checked by this swift reprisal, Weir spoke to +Madden:</p> +<p>“Quick! To the door!”</p> +<p>Each with an arm in Sorenson’s, they made a run for +the jail, passed through the line of armed guards and +for the moment were safe. The sheriff lost no time in +dragging the prisoner inside and when presently he +stepped forth again, locking the door after him, he +showed a relieved face.</p> +<p>“I put irons on him, hands and feet,” he informed +Weir. “He’s out of the way at any rate if we’re in for +a row.”</p> +<p>That was exactly what appeared in prospect. Only +the rifles in the grip of the two dozen men about the +jail kept the now thoroughly aroused mob from +rushing forward. From yelling it had changed to low +fierce murmurs that bespoke a more desperate +mood.</p> +<p>“We ought to move the men somewhere else,” Steele +Weir stated. “Pretty soon they’ll go for arms and then +we’ll have real trouble.”</p> +<p>“I arranged while you were gone to transfer them to +the county seat in the next county,” Madden said. +“Telephoned the sheriff; he’s expecting them. To-morrow +we can take them to Santa Fé, out of this part of +the country till time for their trial. I placed the automobile +your man brought Burkhardt in from the dam +and another machine back in the alley; they are there +now in the shadow.”</p> +<p>“Good. The quicker you take them, the better. They +ought to be gagged when brought out. Get them here to +the door; the men who are to drive should have the cars +ready, engines going–––”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_298' name='page_298'></a>298</span></div> +<p>“That’s fixed. Your superintendent will drive one +car and one of the engineers the other; they can slip +back there at once. Six more of the guards are to go +with us.”</p> +<p>“All right. You know whom you want. Station them +here at the door to rush the prisoners back the instant +you’re ready. Have them go round to the rear on the +dark side of the jail; they should gain a good start +before they’re discovered.”</p> +<p>Madden called from the line Atkinson and the men +whom he had chosen to accompany him on the night ride. +A brief parley followed. Then he and two of the engineers +went inside the jail, while the superintendent and +one young fellow stole away in the shadows towards the +spot where stood the cars.</p> +<p>Meanwhile the throng had grown until it filled all the +space about the rear of the court house and formed a +mass of human bodies on which the checkered moonlight +played reaching to within half a dozen paces of the jail. +A shot rang out and a bullet struck the jail. It was +like a match lighted near powder, that if allowed to burn +would set off an explosion. One shot would lead to others +from reckless spirits, to a volley and in the end to an +onslaught.</p> +<p>Perhaps that was the reasoning and the purpose of +the man who had fired. In any case, it must not be repeated.</p> +<p>Weir strode forward towards the crowd.</p> +<p>“If that man, or any of you, want to shoot this out +with me, let him show himself,” he said, threateningly +and swinging the muzzle of his weapon along the line +of faces.</p> +<p>A quick retreat on the part of those nearest marked +the respect with which it was considered. Frantically +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_299' name='page_299'></a>299</span> +they strove to push further back into the mob, clawing +and elbowing.</p> +<p>“If you try any more shots,” he continued, speaking +in Spanish as before, “those rifles will open fire.” He +paused to allow this information to have full effect. +“Finally, if you attempt wrecking this jail, the three +hundred workmen from the dam will march down to San +Mateo and teach you proper observance of the law. If +you’re really looking for trouble, those three hundred +men will give this town trouble that will be remembered +for twenty years.”</p> +<p>Standing there in the moonlight between the two +parties, between the thin line of sentinels about the jail +and the dense mob in front, Steele Weir’s action seemed +the height of rashness. A rush of the Mexicans and he +would be overwhelmed, a cowardly shot from somewhere +in the rear and he might be killed. It was like inviting +disaster.</p> +<p>If, however, he recognized his danger, he gave no sign +of it. By the power of his gun and sheer boldness he +faced them, calm, fearless, masterful. His unexpected +advance had surprised the Mexicans, left them confused +and uncertain. Wild and sinister tales concerning his +prowess magnified him in their eyes notwithstanding their +animosity. Now they seemed to feel his iron will beating +against their faces.</p> +<p>During the pause that ensued Weir heard the jail door +open. Madden was preparing to take his prisoners out.</p> +<p>“I’m not seeking trouble, but I’m not avoiding it,” the +engineer proceeded, for this was the critical minute, and +he sought to have all eyes focused upon him instead of +upon the activity at his back. “The sheriff represents +the law here in San Mateo, and I give you plain warning +that every man who attempts violence to-night will be +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_300' name='page_300'></a>300</span> +called upon to pay the account. By to-morrow the Governor +may have soldiers stationed in your houses and in +your streets, for the prisoners are now the prisoners of +the state, arrested for stealing cattle–––”</p> +<p>That was a happy inspiration. Had Weir stated the +whole category of Sorenson’s and Burkhardt’s crimes, +including murder and dynamiting, he could not have +struck so shrewdly as in naming the sin of cattle-stealing. +For this was a cattle country and even the most +ignorant Mexican grasped the significance of this charge.</p> +<p>A visible stir answered the statement.</p> +<p>“For stealing cattle from other men”––he did not +trouble to mention the fact the crime had occurred thirty +years previous––“and for that and other things Sheriff +Madden has arrested them. Because they are rich, their +guilt is all the worse. Perhaps they have taken cattle +belonging to you, who knows? That may come out in +their trial; if they have taken them, you shall have them +back.”</p> +<p>From the rear of the grounds came the low sounds of +automobile engines being started. Weir dared not look +about to learn if Madden and his party were safely on +their way thither. As for the Mexicans, the speaker’s +words had created a sensation. For men were there +who owned small herds now feeding on the range, and +from anger their minds yielded to sudden anxiety; each +saw himself a possible sufferer from cattle depredations; +and in the minds of these, at least, thought of loss supplanted +thought of Sorenson and Burkhardt.</p> +<p>“I helped Sheriff Madden arrest these men because +they stole cattle, possibly some of your steers among +them. Is that why you would like to lynch me, as I’ve +heard you wanted to do?” he demanded, savagely. “Because +I save your animals? Or is it because I shot that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_301' name='page_301'></a>301</span> +renegade Mexican whom Ed Sorenson hired to try and +kill me? Ed Sorenson, yes. Sheriff Madden has the +knowledge of it. Not only would Sorenson the father like +to see me die because I know about his cattle-stealing, +but Ed Sorenson, the son, hired that strange Mexican +to shoot me from the dark because I stopped him from +trying to steal a girl. Has Ed Sorenson left your daughters +alone? I would save your daughters from his evil +hands, as I would your cattle from his father’s.”</p> +<p>A man all at once pushed forth from the crowd, wrathfully +elbowing his way among neighbors. He was +Naharo, the Mexican who had chatted once with Martinez +in the latter’s office.</p> +<p>“It is true,” he shouted, facing his countrymen. “I, +Naharo, vow it the truth. For I saw this engineer take +a young girl away from Ed Sorenson in the restaurant +at Bowenville that the scoundrel intended to seduce. It +is so, the truth; the engineer saved her. And are there +not men among you”––his voice gained a savage, rasping +note––“whose girls have been betrayed by the cattle-stealing +Sorenson’s son?”</p> +<p>“Where is he––where is he now?” some one shouted, +angrily. It might have been a father who stood in +Naharo’s case.</p> +<p>“He lies crippled,” Weir stated. “Last night he tried +to steal yet another girl from San Mateo, and fleeing +when overtaken was pitched from his car and crushed +against a rock. He will steal no more daughters of +San Mateo.”</p> +<p>Sensation on sensation. The crowd fairly hummed +with new excitement resulting from these disclosures. +Ed Sorenson’s ways were known to most and the revelations +seemed true to his character; and from believing +the statements of the son to accepting those concerning +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_302' name='page_302'></a>302</span> +the father was but a step. Cattle––girls! It began to +look as if this engineer was in the right.</p> +<p>With half of his attention Weir was harkening for the +sound of starting automobiles. He had heard the scuffle +of feet when the party slipped away from the jail door +into the shadows. He had almost measured their passage +to the alley. Ah, and now! There was a quick grind of +gears, the pop of exhausts, then a dying of the sounds +as the cars left the grounds.</p> +<p>“You wished to kill me when you came here, but I had +not then and have not now any intention of dying,” he +stated. “For I have work to do––and work for you if +you want it. Instead of stealing your cattle and daughters +as the Sorensons did, I’ll give you jobs. We are +about to begin digging canals and ditches on the mesa; +I want men and teams––you and yours at good pay for +a good day’s work. Our quarrel of the past need not +be remembered. I have never been your enemy, only the +enemy of the four men who deceived and oppressed you. +And now they are gone, two dead and two off to be tried +for their crimes.”</p> +<p>Weir stood for a moment silent, while they as silently +stared at him.</p> +<p>“Ha, bueno, we shall work!” Naharo exclaimed.</p> +<p>“We shall work and build your ditches, señor,” cried +a score of voices.</p> +<p>Then the cry swelled to a noisy chorus. The crowd +began to stir and disintegrate and break into groups, +gesticulating, talking, discussing all the astonishing +items of news given by the engineer, from the particulars +of the Sorensons’ depravity to announcement of renewed +hire.</p> +<p>“Señor, we hold you in greatest respect,” said a man to +Weir, smiling in friendly fashion.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_303' name='page_303'></a>303</span></div> +<p>“And also your pistol,” said a companion, laughing.</p> +<p>“No one will need to wear pistols here in San Mateo +from now on,” was the answer. And he politely bade +them good-night.</p> +<p>His belief was sincere. San Mateo had gained an end +of violence, and henceforth his weapon would gather +dust. He had triumphed. Not only had he subdued his +enemies, but he had won the good will of the people.</p> +<p>One thing more alone remained to be won to bring +him utter happiness.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_304' name='page_304'></a>304</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XXXII_THE_RECLUSE' id='CHAPTER_XXXII_THE_RECLUSE'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXII</h2> +<h3>THE RECLUSE</h3> +</div> +<p>As Weir drove his car homeward through the moonlight, +he knew that at last the dark shadow upon his life +had passed forever. Memories poignant and sad, memories +bitter and stern, returned again and again to his +mind; but these henceforth with time would soften and +change. Of these his last visit to his father was most +vivid, that day in spring that had proved their last +together....</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p>He had been there with his father for a week, and +now must go. He was chopping wood that morning, with +his father looking on. Steele had cast a measuring +glance at the pile of wood cut, then wiped the fine dew +of perspiration from his brow, buried the ax blade in the +chopping-log and seated himself upon a sawn block. A +smile shaped itself upon his lips. Though he never +chopped wood now except on these rare visits to his recluse +father’s cabin here on the forested mountain side, +his tall lean figure was as tough and wiry as ever, his +arm as tireless, his eye as true to cut the exact line. +There was yet no softening of his fibers or fat on his +ribs, and there would be neither if he had anything to +say about it.</p> +<p>From the little Idaho town in the valley below, which +he viewed through the clearing before the cabin, his gaze +came around to his father seated on the doorstep. Taciturn +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_305' name='page_305'></a>305</span> +and brooding the latter had always been, but the +pity and sorrow struck at the son’s heart as he perceived +what a mere shell of a man now sat there, gray-haired, +bent, fleshless, consumed body and soul by the destroying +acid of some dark secret. Even when a lad Steele Weir +had sensed the mystery clouding his father’s life. Like +an evil spell it had condemned them to solitude here in +the mountains, until Steele’s youth at last rebelled and +he had departed, hungry for schooling, for human society +and for a wider field of action.</p> +<p>What that secret might be he had for years not allowed +himself to speculate. Unbidden at times the memory +of certain revealing looks or acts of his father’s +floated into his mind:––a dread if not terror that on occasion +dilated the elder man’s eyes, and a steadfast driving +of himself at work as if to obliterate painful and +despairing thoughts, and an uneasy, furtive vigilance +when forced to visit town. Once when a stranger, a +short heavy-set bearded man, had unexpectedly appeared +at the door, his father had leaped for the revolver hanging +in its holster on the wall.</p> +<p>On catching a second view of the chance visitor he had +exclaimed, “Not Burkhardt after all!” With which he +burst into a wild laugh, the shrill mirthless laugh of a +man suddenly freed of a terrible fear. However, as he +returned the gun-belt to its place, his hand shook so +that he pawed all around the nail on which it was accustomed +to hang.</p> +<p>Steele Weir would never forget that moment of panic, +his father’s spring to the wall and following laugh––the +only laugh he had heard from those lips; and though but +twelve years old at the time he could not misread the +episode. On another occasion he found his father kneeling +at the grave under the giant pine beyond the cabin––the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_306' name='page_306'></a>306</span> +grave of the gentle mother of whom Steele had but +dim recollections––and his father’s hands were clasped, +his head bowed. With an infinite yearning he had longed +to creep forward and comfort him by his presence, by +a clasp of the hand, but the recollection of his father’s +habitual chill reserve daunted him and he stole away.</p> +<p>On his own life the mystery had left its gloomy impress. +A solitary and joyless boyhood, overhung by +he knew not what danger, haunted by a parent’s lurking +fear and anguish, had made him a silent, cold, ever watchful +man, never entirely free from the expectation that +his father’s sealed past at some instant would open and +confront him with the terrible facts. For that reason +he felt that the success he had gained as an engineer, +a success won by relentless toil and solid ability, rested +on a quicksand. For that cause he had welcomed engineering +projects full of danger and by his indifference +to that danger gained his name “Cold Steel.”</p> +<p>Now on this day with his father he once again put +the question he always asked on his visits, and with no +more hope of a consenting reply than before.</p> +<p>“I must be going to-morrow. Won’t you come along +with me this time, father? I want you to live with me, +so that I can look after you and be with you. We can +fix up a good cabin at the engineering camp. You’re +not so strong as you were; you could fall sick here and +die and never a person know it. I doubt if you spend, +making yourself comfortable, one dollar in ten of the +money I send you. You would be interested in the building +of this big irrigation project I’m to direct.”</p> +<p>His father appeared to shudder.</p> +<p>“No, no,” he muttered. “I’ve lived here and I’ll die +here.”</p> +<p>“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Steele responded. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_307' name='page_307'></a>307</span> +“Afraid you may become sick and die for lack of care.”</p> +<p>“No. I’ll remain, my son.”</p> +<p>That was conclusive. It was the answer of not only +thirty years of living at the spot, but of his secret dread. +Steele saw once more the stark fear in his eyes, the fear +of contact with men, of venturing out into the world, of +precipitating fate.</p> +<p>For a time his father plucked his white unkempt beard +with unsteady hand.</p> +<p>“Where’s the place you’re going this time?” he presently +inquired, without real interest.</p> +<p>“New Mexico.”</p> +<p>On the elder’s face appeared suddenly a gray shadow +as if the blood were ebbing from his heart.</p> +<p>“Where in New Mexico?” he whispered.</p> +<p>“The town of San Mateo.”</p> +<p>His father struggled to his feet. With one hand he +clutched the doorframe for support. The skin of his +cheeks had gone a sickly white.</p> +<p>“San Mateo––San Mateo!” he gasped. “Not there, +not there, Steele! Keep away, keep away, keep away! +My God, not San Mateo––you!”</p> +<p>He swayed as if about to fall full length, gesturing +blindly before his face as if to sweep away the thought, +while his son ran towards him.</p> +<p>“Father, you’re sick,” Steele exclaimed, putting an +arm about the other. And, in truth, the elder man +seemed fainting, ready to collapse. “Come, let me help +you in so you can lie down. I must bring a doctor.”</p> +<p>Steele almost carried him to the bed. On it his father +sank, remaining with closed eyes and scarcely breathing.</p> +<p>“No doctor; bring no doctor,” he said painfully, at +last. “I feel––I feel as if dying.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_308' name='page_308'></a>308</span></div> +<p>“I must bring a doctor. And I have a flask of whiskey; +let me pour you a little to revive your heart.”</p> +<p>The change the words wrought from passivity to +action was startling. The elder Weir arose suddenly on +elbow, glaring fiercely.</p> +<p>“Whiskey, never! It brought me to this, it damned +my life. If it had not been for whiskey–––” Without +finishing the words he fell back on the bed.</p> +<p>The loathing, the hatred, the utter horror of his exclamation, +banished from his son’s mind further thought +of using this stimulant.</p> +<p>“But the doctor?” he inquired, gently.</p> +<p>“No use, Steele. I’ve been the same as a dead man +for days. Just ashes. I want to die; I want to lie by +your mother there under the big pine. And maybe I’ll +have peace––peace.”</p> +<p>Steele took in his own the wasted hand hanging from +the bed. He held it tight, with a feeling of infinite +tragedy.</p> +<p>“You’ll be yourself again soon,” he said comfortingly, +though without faith in the assurance.</p> +<p>His father’s lips moved in a whisper.</p> +<p>“No; my time is here at last,” said he. “But don’t go +to San Mateo, Steele,––don’t go, don’t go. Oh, my God, +spare me that!”</p> +<p>“Would you have me break my word? I never have +to any man, father. I accepted this offer and signed a +contract. I’m morally bound; these men are depending +on me. Were you ever at San Mateo? Was it something +that happened there that makes you fearful to have me +go? San Mateo is a thousand miles from here.”</p> +<p>The face before him became like the face of a corpse. +For an instant Steele’s heart went cold in the belief that +his father had died under the effect of his declaration. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_309' name='page_309'></a>309</span> +But at last the eyelids raised, the eyes gazed at him. +And all at once the features of the harsh visage seemed +softened, changed, lightened by a dim illumination.</p> +<p>“I see you now as you are, a man, stronger than I +ever was,” he murmured. “I lived in fear, but my fear +was not for myself. Had I been alone, nothing would +have mattered after your mother died. But my fear +was for you––and of you. I was afraid your life would +be blasted; I was in terror lest you should hate and +despise me when you learned the truth. So I sought to +conceal it.”</p> +<p>“You had no need to fear that.”</p> +<p>“I see it now. Tell me everything or nothing as you +wish about your going to San Mateo to work; it will +frighten me no longer.”</p> +<p>Steele briefly spoke of his new work there, of the +magnitude of the project and the desire he had had that +his father might be with him.</p> +<p>“I’m proud of you,” his father said. “God knows I +have not been the parent I would or should have been.”</p> +<p>“It’s enough for me if your heart’s easy now.”</p> +<p>“I feel as if I were gaining peace at last and––and +I must speak. In San Mateo––ah, Steele, you will hear +of me there,––you may have to fight the damning influence +of my name and past, but I know now you’ll come +through it. And all I pray for is that you can retain a +little love for me despite everything.”</p> +<p>“Whatever it is I shall hear of my father, I should +rather hear it from his lips than from strangers’.”</p> +<p>The hand in his closed spasmodically. For a long +time nothing was said, and the only sound in the room +was the ticking of the tin clock on the shelf busily +measuring off the seconds of the old man’s failing span. +To Steele it was as if his father was slowly summoning +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_310' name='page_310'></a>310</span> +the few remaining shreds of his fortitude to reveal the +cancer of his past.</p> +<p>“I’m a branded murderer,” he said at last, gasping.</p> +<p>“But you never killed a man out of mere wanton desire +to slay,” Steele responded firmly. “I too have +killed men in fights in Mexico. That fact doesn’t weight +my mind.”</p> +<p>“In the line of your duty, in the line of your duty. +But I was drunk. He was a friend. When I became +sober, I saw him with a bullet hole in his head.”</p> +<p>“Do you remember nothing of shooting him?”</p> +<p>“Nothing, nothing.”</p> +<p>“How do you know you killed him?” his son demanded +with inexorable logic. “What is the proof?”</p> +<p>A low groan escaped his father.</p> +<p>“Men said I had killed him. But my own mind was +blank.”</p> +<p>“Who were the men? Were they present at the time?”</p> +<p>“They were four––Sorenson, Vorse, Gordon, Burkhardt.”</p> +<p>“Were you arrested and tried?”</p> +<p>“No. They helped me to escape. Because of your +mother, they said, and because they said they were my +friends. But I never felt they were really friends. For +they were always against new-comers and wanted to keep +things in their own hands. You were only three or four +years old at that time, Steele, so you wouldn’t remember +anything about matters there.”</p> +<p>“What were you doing at San Mateo, father?”</p> +<p>Now that the hideous past at last stood uncovered the +son was able to turn upon it his incisive mind; he would +drag out and scrutinize every bone of the skeleton which +had terrorized his father and shadowed his own life +Facts faced are never so dreadful as fears unmaterialized. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_311' name='page_311'></a>311</span> +And more, he sought with all the love of a son for circumstances +that would mitigate, excuse, or even justify +his father’s act.</p> +<p>“I was ranching,” was the low answer. “I had come +to San Mateo two years before from the east, bringing +you and your mother and considerable money. I bought +a ranch and stocked it with cattle; I was doing well, in +spite of the fact I was new to the country and the business. +Also I was making friends, and I had been nominated +for the legislature of the Territory to run against +Gordon. But I had taken to drinking with the men I +met, other cattlemen, because I fancied no harm in it. +And then while in a drunken stupor I killed Jim Dent.”</p> +<p>“Had you quarreled with him?”</p> +<p>“Never, never––till that moment I killed Jim. They +said I quarreled with him then. But I remember nothing. +Jim was my best friend; I would have trusted him with +my life. Even now I can’t make it seem real I shot him, +though it must be true by those four witnesses.”</p> +<p>“What of your ranch? Your political nomination?”</p> +<p>“I withdrew from the latter; that was one of the terms +made by Gordon on which they were to help me escape +instead of turning me over for prosecution. And my +ranch and cattle, I had to deed them over to the four +men too.”</p> +<p>“Then their friendship wasn’t disinterested,” Steele +said quickly, with suspicion dawning on his face.</p> +<p>“They weren’t really friends, I knew that.”</p> +<p>“How were they to arrange your escape?”</p> +<p>The senior Weir seemed to shudder at the question.</p> +<p>“By bribing the sheriff and county attorney. I was +then to leave the country at once, never showing my face +again, or I should be arrested. I was still half dazed +by whiskey and terror; I took your mother and you and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_312' name='page_312'></a>312</span> +fled this far, when my money gave out. So here I’ve remained +ever since, for here I could hide and here was her +grave.”</p> +<p>“What’s the last thing you remember of the circumstance +previous to learning Dent was dead?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Ah, though I had been drinking I can remember +clearly up to the time I stopped playing poker with Jim +and the four men, for we were losing and I felt they +were working a crooked deal on us somehow. I asked +Jim to quit also, for though I hadn’t lost much he was +losing fast and playing recklessly. But he wouldn’t drop +out of the game, and when Vorse and Sorenson cursed +me and said for me to mind my own business I went back +to a table near the rear door and laid my head on my +arms and went to sleep. When I was awake again, Vorse +and Gordon were holding me up by their table and Jim +was dead on the floor. I had come forward, they said, +begun a big row with Dent and finally shot him.”</p> +<p>“Then the only witnesses were these four men who +were gambling with him, who cursed you when you attempted +to persuade him to drop his cards,” Steele proceeded, +“one of whom was your political adversary, men +who were old-timers and opposed to new-comers, who +pretended to be your friends but took your ranch and +cattle. It begins to look to me as if they not only killed +your friend Dent but double-crossed you in the bargain. +Did you look in your gun afterwards?”</p> +<p>“No. I was sick with the horror of the accusation, I +tell you, Steele. I had no way to deny it; it seemed indeed +as if I must have killed him. And from that day +until this I’ve never had the courage of soul to reload +my pistol, or even clean it. It hangs there on the wall +with the very shells, two empty, the rest unfired, that it +carried that day in San Mateo.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_313' name='page_313'></a>313</span></div> +<p>Weir sprang up and crossed to the nail where hung +the weapon. The latter he drew from the holster and +broke open, so that the cartridges were ejected into his +hand. For an instant he stared at them, but at length +walked to the bed before which he extended his palm.</p> +<p>“Look––look for yourself!” he exclaimed hoarsely. +“You never killed Jim Dent; drunk or sober, you never +killed any one. You’re not a murderer. You’re the innocent +victim of those four infamous scoundrels; they +deceived you, they ruined your life; and their damnable +fraud not only killed my mother in her youth, as I guess, +by grief and despair, but has brought you now to your +death too.”</p> +<p>His father had raised himself on an arm to gaze +incredulously at the six unfired cartridges lying in +Weir’s palm. Then all at once his bearded lips trembled +and a great light of joy flashed upon his face.</p> +<p>“Innocent––innocent!” he whispered. “Steele, my son,––Helen, +my wife! No stain on my soul!”</p> +<p>As he sank back Steele’s arms caught him. He did +not speak again, but his eyes rested radiantly on his +boy’s before they glazed in death. Fear had passed +from them, forever.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_314' name='page_314'></a>314</span> +<a name='CHAPTER_XXXIII_UNDER_THE_MOON' id='CHAPTER_XXXIII_UNDER_THE_MOON'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXIII</h2> +<h3>UNDER THE MOON</h3> +</div> +<p>Lights still were burning at headquarters when Steele +Weir slowly drove his runabout up the hillside slope to +the dam camp. The men who had acted as guards about +the jail, except those who went with Madden, were somewhere +on the road behind him, returning home in the +wagons. A reaction of mind and body had set in for +Weir; after the previous night’s loss of sleep and prolonged +exertions, after the swift succession of dramatic +events, after the tremendous call that had been made +upon his brain power, nervous force and will, he experienced +a strange unrest of spirit. His triumph +seemed yet incomplete, somehow unsatisfying.</p> +<p>It was as he approached the camp that he saw a +slender girlish figure sitting on a rock in the moonlight. +He swung his car off the road beside the spot where +Janet Hosmer sat.</p> +<p>“What, you are still awake?” he asked, with a smile.</p> +<p>“Could I sleep while not knowing what was happening +or what danger you might be in?” she returned. “Mr. +Pollock said we must not think of returning home until +quiet was restored in San Mateo. One of the engineer’s +houses was given to us by Mr. Meyers before he left, +where Mary and I could sleep. But I could not close +my eyes. So much had happened, so much was yet going +on! So I came out here to be alone and to think and +watch.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_315' name='page_315'></a>315</span></div> +<p>“And your father?”</p> +<p>“He’s attending the wounded Mexicans in the store.”</p> +<p>Steel alighted and tossing his hat upon the car seat +gazed out over the mesa, misty in the moonlight.</p> +<p>“There will be no more trouble,” said he. “Sorenson +and Burkhardt are Madden’s prisoners, and on their way +to a place of safe-keeping in another county. Vorse is +dead. The people in town have a fairly good understanding +of matters now, I think.”</p> +<p>“How in the world did such a change of opinion occur?” +Janet exclaimed.</p> +<p>“I had a little talk with the crowd and made explanations. +The feeling for me was almost friendly when I +left; what enmity remains will soon die out, I’m +sure.”</p> +<p>Though unaware from Steele Weir’s laconic statement +of what had actually occurred, the girl divined that his +words concealed vastly more than their surface purport. +With the general hostility against the engineer that had +existed, for him to swing the community to his side meant +a dramatic moment and a remarkable moral conquest.</p> +<p>“Your friends have always known you would win,” she +said, smiling up at him.</p> +<p>He seated himself on the rock beside her.</p> +<p>“It’s but a short time ago, Janet, that I had no +friends, or so few they could be counted on the fingers +of one hand. Business acquaintances, yes. Professional +companions, yes. Men who perhaps respected my ability +as an engineer, yes. But real friends, scarcely one. +And now I think I have gained some, which is the greatest +satisfaction I have from all that has happened. After +years the pendulum has swung to my side. Do you know +the hour my luck changed?”</p> +<p>Janet shook her head wonderingly.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_316' name='page_316'></a>316</span></div> +<p>“No, I can’t even guess,” said she.</p> +<p>“Well, it was that afternoon, and that moment, I +found you sitting in your stalled car in the creek down +there. That was the beginning. From that time things +began to run in my favor and they haven’t ceased to do +so for a moment since, I now see looking back over +events. You brought good luck to me that day in your +car.”</p> +<p>“What an extraordinary idea! Then at bottom you’re +superstitious,” Janet replied. “I shall have to give +you a new name; I must no longer call you ‘Cold +Steel.’”</p> +<p>“I really never liked that name,” Weir said quickly. +“Perhaps I was cold steel once, but I have changed along +with everything else. And you’re responsible for that +too.”</p> +<p>Janet leaned forward and looked into his eyes.</p> +<p>“You were never truly harsh to any one except those +who deserved it,” she said. “I know! You would never +have been so quick to help Mary Johnson or me, or +others who needed help, if your heart was not always +generous and sympathetic. Only against evil were you +as steel, and in moments requiring supreme courage and +sacrifice. And that’s how you gained the name before +you ever came here.”</p> +<p>“Anyway I’ve changed,” said he. “I’m out from under +the cloud which I felt always hung above me. As I say, +you brought me good luck that day––and I see clearly +that I shall continue to be superstitious.”</p> +<p>“Why, all occasion for that is past now.”</p> +<p>“No,” said Steele Weir. “No, less than ever. For +I’m certain you hold my good fortune in your hand yet, +and will continue to hold it. And that means–––”</p> +<p>He paused, regarding her so intensely that the blood +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_317' name='page_317'></a>317</span> +beat up into her face. There was no mistaking that +look and it thrilled her to the soul.</p> +<p>“Yes?” she managed to say.</p> +<p>“It means my happiness, now and for all time to +come,” he went on. “See, I shall have accomplished +what I set out to do and what in justice had to be done, +bringing these men to punishment––to punishment in one +form or another. I shall have given my employer, the +company, service worthy of the hire. I shall have rid +you and San Mateo of an unscrupulous parasite in the +person of Ed Sorenson, though my persecution of him +now shall stop and I shall leave him enough out of the +property recovered from his father to live in comfort +somewhere with his mother.</p> +<p>“Mr. Pollock states I shall have no trouble in getting +legal title and possession of most of the wealth of these +four men,––I and any relatives of the dead Jim Dent who +can be found. For thirty years’ accumulated interest +charges owing me will swallow up all the men’s properties. +That, however, is only a material victory. I shall +have relieved Johnson of fear of financial constraint; +and saved his daughter from a serious mistake. I shall +have started Martinez on the road to success––and I +should not be surprised if he prospered, became the +leading attorney in this county, was elected judge and +so on.</p> +<p>“In a way, too, I shall have helped to remove the +oppressive weight of these men, Sorenson, Burkhardt, +Judge Gordon and Vorse, with their sinister influence, +from this community and region. They have always +held the natives in more or less open subjection, financial, +political, and moral. There should be a freer air +in San Mateo henceforth. The people will have a chance +to grow. They no longer will feel the threat of brutal +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_318' name='page_318'></a>318</span> +masters always over them; and with the completion of +the irrigation project and the infusion of new settlers +they will become better citizens.</p> +<p>“I see all this,” he concluded. “It pleases me; it gives +me cause for satisfaction. But it doesn’t give me the +happiness I want, or the love. That is alone in your +hands to bestow.”</p> +<p>Janet felt herself trembling; she could not speak.</p> +<p>“I think I felt the stirring of love from the moment I +saw you there at the ford,” he exclaimed. “Last night +when I knew that wretch had carried you off to the +mountains, I could have torn him limb from limb. That +was my love speaking, Janet. If I should have to go +through life without you––oh, the thought is too bitter +to dwell on!––then I should think life not worth living. +But I have imagined that you might have for me a +little–––”</p> +<p>Janet swiftly clasped his hand with her own.</p> +<p>“I love you,” she cried softly. “I was sitting here +when you came because I loved you. If I am necessary +to your happiness, you also are necessary to mine. I +honor you for what you have done and love you for what +you are, a strong true heart.”</p> +<p>“Ah, Janet, you give me the greatest joy in +the world,” he whispered. “Love––that is more than +all.”</p> +<p>His arms drew her to his breast. Her lips went to +his in consecration of that love. Their hearts beat the +rapture of that love.</p> +<p>Over the silent peaceful mountains the moon spread +its effulgent light. Over the mesa that was no more to +know the fierce sound of strife. Over the town, at last +free of its avaricious masters, free of the savage spirit +of an outlaw time. Over the Burntwood River flowing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_319' name='page_319'></a>319</span> +in a shimmering band to the horizon. Over the camp +where centered so many men’s plans and labors. And +over the lovers, chief of all, that light fell as in a silvery +halo.</p> +<p style='text-align:center;margin-top:1.5em;margin-bottom:1em'>THE END</p> + +<!-- generated by ppg.rb version: 3.14 --> +<!-- timestamp: Sat Sep 19 18:37:51 -0600 2009 --> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 30037 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |