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HTML version by Al Haines. + + + + + +</pre> + + +<BR><BR> + +<H1 ALIGN="center"> +BURNING DAYLIGHT +</H1> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +by +</H3> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +Jack London +</H2> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +PART I +</H2> + +<P> +<TABLE ALIGN="center" WIDTH="100%"> +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="25%"> +<A HREF="#chap0101">CHAPTER I</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="25%"> +<A HREF="#chap0102">CHAPTER II</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="25%"> +<A HREF="#chap0103">CHAPTER III</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="25%"> +<A HREF="#chap0104">CHAPTER IV</A> +</TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0105">CHAPTER V</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0106">CHAPTER VI</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0107">CHAPTER VII</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0108">CHAPTER VIII</A> +</TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0109">CHAPTER IX</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0110">CHAPTER X</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0111">CHAPTER XI</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0112">CHAPTER XII</A> +</TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0113">CHAPTER XIII</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> + +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> + +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> + +</TD> +</TR> + +</TABLE> + +<BR><BR> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +PART II +</H2> + +<P> +<TABLE ALIGN="center" WIDTH="100%"> +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="25%"> +<A HREF="#chap0201">CHAPTER I</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="25%"> +<A HREF="#chap0202">CHAPTER II</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="25%"> +<A HREF="#chap0203">CHAPTER III</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="25%"> +<A HREF="#chap0204">CHAPTER IV</A> +</TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0205">CHAPTER V</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0206">CHAPTER VI</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0207">CHAPTER VII</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0208">CHAPTER VIII</A> +</TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0209">CHAPTER IX</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0210">CHAPTER X</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0211">CHAPTER XI</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0212">CHAPTER XII</A> +</TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0213">CHAPTER XIII</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0214">CHAPTER XIV</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0215">CHAPTER XV</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0216">CHAPTER XVI</A> +</TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0217">CHAPTER XVII</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0218">CHAPTER XVIII</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0219">CHAPTER XIX</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0220">CHAPTER XX</A> +</TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0221">CHAPTER XXI</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0222">CHAPTER XXII</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0223">CHAPTER XXIII</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0224">CHAPTER XXIV</A> +</TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0225">CHAPTER XXV</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0226">CHAPTER XXVI</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap0227">CHAPTER XXVII</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> + +</TD> +</TR> + +</TABLE> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0101"></A> +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +PART I +</H2> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER I +</H3> + +<P> +It was a quiet night in the Shovel. At the bar, which ranged along one +side of the large chinked-log room, leaned half a dozen men, two of +whom were discussing the relative merits of spruce-tea and lime-juice +as remedies for scurvy. They argued with an air of depression and with +intervals of morose silence. The other men scarcely heeded them. In a +row, against the opposite wall, were the gambling games. The +crap-table was deserted. One lone man was playing at the faro-table. +The roulette-ball was not even spinning, and the gamekeeper stood by +the roaring, red-hot stove, talking with the young, dark-eyed woman, +comely of face and figure, who was known from Juneau to Fort Yukon as +the Virgin. Three men sat in at stud-poker, but they played with small +chips and without enthusiasm, while there were no onlookers. On the +floor of the dancing-room, which opened out at the rear, three couples +were waltzing drearily to the strains of a violin and a piano. +</P> + +<P> +Circle City was not deserted, nor was money tight. The miners were in +from Moseyed Creek and the other diggings to the west, the summer +washing had been good, and the men's pouches were heavy with dust and +nuggets. The Klondike had not yet been discovered, nor had the miners +of the Yukon learned the possibilities of deep digging and wood-firing. +No work was done in the winter, and they made a practice of hibernating +in the large camps like Circle City during the long Arctic night. Time +was heavy on their hands, their pouches were well filled, and the only +social diversion to be found was in the saloons. Yet the Shovel was +practically deserted, and the Virgin, standing by the stove, yawned +with uncovered mouth and said to Charley Bates:— +</P> + +<P> +"If something don't happen soon, I'm gin' to bed. What's the matter +with the camp, anyway? Everybody dead?" +</P> + +<P> +Bates did not even trouble to reply, but went on moodily rolling a +cigarette. Dan MacDonald, pioneer saloonman and gambler on the upper +Yukon, owner and proprietor of the Tivoli and all its games, wandered +forlornly across the great vacant space of floor and joined the two at +the stove. +</P> + +<P> +"Anybody dead?" the Virgin asked him. +</P> + +<P> +"Looks like it," was the answer. +</P> + +<P> +"Then it must be the whole camp," she said with an air of finality and +with another yawn. +</P> + +<P> +MacDonald grinned and nodded, and opened his mouth to speak, when the +front door swung wide and a man appeared in the light. A rush of +frost, turned to vapor by the heat of the room, swirled about him to +his knees and poured on across the floor, growing thinner and thinner, +and perishing a dozen feet from the stove. Taking the wisp broom from +its nail inside the door, the newcomer brushed the snow from his +moccasins and high German socks. He would have appeared a large man +had not a huge French-Canadian stepped up to him from the bar and +gripped his hand. +</P> + +<P> +"Hello, Daylight!" was his greeting. "By Gar, you good for sore eyes!" +</P> + +<P> +"Hello, Louis, when did you-all blow in?" returned the newcomer. "Come +up and have a drink and tell us all about Bone Creek. Why, dog-gone +you-all, shake again. Where's that pardner of yours? I'm looking for +him." +</P> + +<P> +Another huge man detached himself from the bar to shake hands. Olaf +Henderson and French Louis, partners together on Bone Creek, were the +two largest men in the country, and though they were but half a head +taller than the newcomer, between them he was dwarfed completely. +</P> + +<P> +"Hello, Olaf, you're my meat, savvee that," said the one called +Daylight. "To-morrow's my birthday, and I'm going to put you-all on +your back—savvee? And you, too, Louis. I can put you-all on your +back on my birthday—savvee? Come up and drink, Olaf, and I'll tell +you-all about it." +</P> + +<P> +The arrival of the newcomer seemed to send a flood of warmth through +the place. "It's Burning Daylight," the Virgin cried, the first to +recognize him as he came into the light. Charley Bates' tight features +relaxed at the sight, and MacDonald went over and joined the three at +the bar. With the advent of Burning Daylight the whole place became +suddenly brighter and cheerier. The barkeepers were active. Voices +were raised. Somebody laughed. And when the fiddler, peering into the +front room, remarked to the pianist, "It's Burning Daylight," the +waltz-time perceptibly quickened, and the dancers, catching the +contagion, began to whirl about as if they really enjoyed it. It was +known to them of old time that nothing languished when Burning Daylight +was around. +</P> + +<P> +He turned from the bar and saw the woman by the stove and the eager +look of welcome she extended him. +</P> + +<P> +"Hello, Virgin, old girl," he called. "Hello, Charley. What's the +matter with you-all? Why wear faces like that when coffins cost only +three ounces? Come up, you-all, and drink. Come up, you unburied +dead, and name your poison. Come up, everybody. This is my night, and +I'm going to ride it. To-morrow I'm thirty, and then I'll be an old +man. It's the last fling of youth. Are you-all with me? Surge along, +then. Surge along. +</P> + +<P> +"Hold on there, Davis," he called to the faro-dealer, who had shoved +his chair back from the table. "I'm going you one flutter to see +whether you-all drink with me or we-all drink with you." +</P> + +<P> +Pulling a heavy sack of gold-dust from his coat pocket, he dropped it +on the HIGH CARD. +</P> + +<P> +"Fifty," he said. +</P> + +<P> +The faro-dealer slipped two cards. The high card won. He scribbled +the amount on a pad, and the weigher at the bar balanced fifty dollars' +worth of dust in the gold-scales and poured it into Burning Daylight's +sack. The waltz in the back room being finished, the three couples, +followed by the fiddler and the pianist and heading for the bar, caught +Daylight's eye. +</P> + +<P> +"Surge along, you-all" he cried. "Surge along and name it. This is my +night, and it ain't a night that comes frequent. Surge up, you +Siwashes and Salmon-eaters. It's my night, I tell you-all—" +</P> + +<P> +"A blame mangy night," Charley Bates interpolated. +</P> + +<P> +"You're right, my son," Burning Daylight went on gaily. +</P> + +<P> +"A mangy night, but it's MY night, you see. I'm the mangy old he-wolf. +Listen to me howl." +</P> + +<P> +And howl he did, like a lone gray timber wolf, till the Virgin thrust +her pretty fingers in her ears and shivered. A minute later she was +whirled away in his arms to the dancing-floor, where, along with the +other three women and their partners, a rollicking Virginia reel was +soon in progress. Men and women danced in moccasins, and the place was +soon a-roar, Burning Daylight the centre of it and the animating spark, +with quip and jest and rough merriment rousing them out of the slough +of despond in which he had found them. +</P> + +<P> +The atmosphere of the place changed with his coming. He seemed to fill +it with his tremendous vitality. Men who entered from the street felt +it immediately, and in response to their queries the barkeepers nodded +at the back room, and said comprehensively, "Burning Daylight's on the +tear." And the men who entered remained, and kept the barkeepers +busy. The gamblers took heart of life, and soon the tables were +filled, the click of chips and whir of the roulette-ball rising +monotonously and imperiously above the hoarse rumble of men's voices +and their oaths and heavy laughs. +</P> + +<P> +Few men knew Elam Harnish by any other name than Burning Daylight, the +name which had been given him in the early days in the land because of +his habit of routing his comrades out of their blankets with the +complaint that daylight was burning. Of the pioneers in that far +Arctic wilderness, where all men were pioneers, he was reckoned among +the oldest. Men like Al Mayo and Jack McQuestion antedated him; but +they had entered the land by crossing the Rockies from the Hudson Bay +country to the east. He, however, had been the pioneer over the +Chilcoot and Chilcat passes. In the spring of 1883, twelve years +before, a stripling of eighteen, he had crossed over the Chilcoot with +five comrades. +</P> + +<P> +In the fall he had crossed back with one. Four had perished by +mischance in the bleak, uncharted vastness. And for twelve years Elam +Harnish had continued to grope for gold among the shadows of the Circle. +</P> + +<P> +And no man had groped so obstinately nor so enduringly. He had grown +up with the land. He knew no other land. Civilization was a dream of +some previous life. Camps like Forty Mile and Circle City were to him +metropolises. And not alone had he grown up with the land, for, raw as +it was, he had helped to make it. He had made history and geography, +and those that followed wrote of his traverses and charted the trails +his feet had broken. +</P> + +<P> +Heroes are seldom given to hero-worship, but among those of that young +land, young as he was, he was accounted an elder hero. In point of +time he was before them. In point of deed he was beyond them. In +point of endurance it was acknowledged that he could kill the hardiest +of them. Furthermore, he was accounted a nervy man, a square man, and +a white man. +</P> + +<P> +In all lands where life is a hazard lightly played with and lightly +flung aside, men turn, almost automatically, to gambling for diversion +and relaxation. In the Yukon men gambled their lives for gold, and +those that won gold from the ground gambled for it with one another. +Nor was Elam Harnish an exception. He was a man's man primarily, and +the instinct in him to play the game of life was strong. Environment +had determined what form that game should take. He was born on an Iowa +farm, and his father had emigrated to eastern Oregon, in which mining +country Elam's boyhood was lived. He had known nothing but hard knocks +for big stakes. Pluck and endurance counted in the game, but the great +god Chance dealt the cards. Honest work for sure but meagre returns +did not count. A man played big. He risked everything for everything, +and anything less than everything meant that he was a loser. So for +twelve Yukon years, Elam Harnish had been a loser. True, on Moosehide +Creek the past summer he had taken out twenty thousand dollars, and +what was left in the ground was twenty thousand more. But, as he +himself proclaimed, that was no more than getting his ante back. He +had ante'd his life for a dozen years, and forty thousand was a small +pot for such a stake—the price of a drink and a dance at the Tivoli, +of a winter's flutter at Circle City, and a grubstake for the year to +come. +</P> + +<P> +The men of the Yukon reversed the old maxim till it read: hard come, +easy go. At the end of the reel, Elam Harnish called the house up to +drink again. Drinks were a dollar apiece, gold rated at sixteen +dollars an ounce; there were thirty in the house that accepted his +invitation, and between every dance the house was Elam's guest. This +was his night, and nobody was to be allowed to pay for anything. +</P> + +<P> +Not that Elam Harnish was a drinking man. Whiskey meant little to him. +He was too vital and robust, too untroubled in mind and body, to +incline to the slavery of alcohol. He spent months at a time on trail +and river when he drank nothing stronger than coffee, while he had gone +a year at a time without even coffee. But he was gregarious, and since +the sole social expression of the Yukon was the saloon, he expressed +himself that way. When he was a lad in the mining camps of the West, +men had always done that. To him it was the proper way for a man to +express himself socially. He knew no other way. +</P> + +<P> +He was a striking figure of a man, despite his garb being similar to +that of all the men in the Tivoli. Soft-tanned moccasins of +moose-hide, beaded in Indian designs, covered his feet. His trousers +were ordinary overalls, his coat was made from a blanket. +Long-gauntleted leather mittens, lined with wool, hung by his side. +They were connected in the Yukon fashion, by a leather thong passed +around the neck and across the shoulders. On his head was a fur cap, +the ear-flaps raised and the tying-cords dangling. His face, lean and +slightly long, with the suggestion of hollows under the cheek-bones, +seemed almost Indian. The burnt skin and keen dark eyes contributed to +this effect, though the bronze of the skin and the eyes themselves were +essentially those of a white man. He looked older than thirty, and +yet, smooth-shaven and without wrinkles, he was almost boyish. This +impression of age was based on no tangible evidence. It came from the +abstracter facts of the man, from what he had endured and survived, +which was far beyond that of ordinary men. He had lived life naked and +tensely, and something of all this smouldered in his eyes, vibrated in +his voice, and seemed forever a-whisper on his lips. +</P> + +<P> +The lips themselves were thin, and prone to close tightly over the +even, white teeth. But their harshness was retrieved by the upward +curl at the corners of his mouth. This curl gave to him sweetness, as +the minute puckers at the corners of the eyes gave him laughter. These +necessary graces saved him from a nature that was essentially savage +and that otherwise would have been cruel and bitter. The nose was +lean, full-nostrilled, and delicate, and of a size to fit the face; +while the high forehead, as if to atone for its narrowness, was +splendidly domed and symmetrical. In line with the Indian effect was +his hair, very straight and very black, with a gloss to it that only +health could give. +</P> + +<P> +"Burning Daylight's burning candlelight," laughed Dan MacDonald, as an +outburst of exclamations and merriment came from the dancers. +</P> + +<P> +"An' he is der boy to do it, eh, Louis?" said Olaf Henderson. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, by Gar! you bet on dat," said French Louis. "Dat boy is all +gold—" +</P> + +<P> +"And when God Almighty washes Daylight's soul out on the last big +slucin' day," MacDonald interrupted, "why, God Almighty'll have to +shovel gravel along with him into the sluice-boxes." +</P> + +<P> +"Dot iss goot," Olaf Henderson muttered, regarding the gambler with +profound admiration. +</P> + +<P> +"Ver' good," affirmed French Louis. "I t'ink we take a drink on dat +one time, eh?" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0102"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER II +</H3> + +<P> +It was two in the morning when the dancers, bent on getting something +to eat, adjourned the dancing for half an hour. And it was at this +moment that Jack Kearns suggested poker. Jack Kearns was a big, +bluff-featured man, who, along with Bettles, had made the disastrous +attempt to found a post on the head-reaches of the Koyokuk, far inside +the Arctic Circle. After that, Kearns had fallen back on his posts at +Forty Mile and Sixty Mile and changed the direction of his ventures by +sending out to the States for a small sawmill and a river steamer. The +former was even then being sledded across Chilcoot Pass by Indians and +dogs, and would come down the Yukon in the early summer after the +ice-run. Later in the summer, when Bering Sea and the mouth of the +Yukon cleared of ice, the steamer, put together at St. Michaels, was to +be expected up the river loaded to the guards with supplies. +</P> + +<P> +Jack Kearns suggested poker. French Louis, Dan MacDonald, and Hal +Campbell (who had make a strike on Moosehide), all three of whom were +not dancing because there were not girls enough to go around, inclined +to the suggestion. They were looking for a fifth man when Burning +Daylight emerged from the rear room, the Virgin on his arm, the train +of dancers in his wake. In response to the hail of the poker-players, +he came over to their table in the corner. +</P> + +<P> +"Want you to sit in," said Campbell. "How's your luck?" +</P> + +<P> +"I sure got it to-night," Burning Daylight answered with enthusiasm, +and at the same time felt the Virgin press his arm warningly. She +wanted him for the dancing. "I sure got my luck with me, but I'd +sooner dance. I ain't hankerin' to take the money away from you-all." +</P> + +<P> +Nobody urged. They took his refusal as final, and the Virgin was +pressing his arm to turn him away in pursuit of the supper-seekers, +when he experienced a change of heart. It was not that he did not want +to dance, nor that he wanted to hurt her; but that insistent pressure +on his arm put his free man-nature in revolt. The thought in his mind +was that he did not want any woman running him. Himself a favorite +with women, nevertheless they did not bulk big with him. They were +toys, playthings, part of the relaxation from the bigger game of life. +He met women along with the whiskey and gambling, and from observation +he had found that it was far easier to break away from the drink and +the cards than from a woman once the man was properly entangled. +</P> + +<P> +He was a slave to himself, which was natural in one with a healthy ego, +but he rebelled in ways either murderous or panicky at being a slave to +anybody else. Love's sweet servitude was a thing of which he had no +comprehension. Men he had seen in love impressed him as lunatics, and +lunacy was a thing he had never considered worth analyzing. But +comradeship with men was different from love with women. There was no +servitude in comradeship. It was a business proposition, a square deal +between men who did not pursue each other, but who shared the risks of +trail and river and mountain in the pursuit of life and treasure. Men +and women pursued each other, and one must needs bend the other to his +will or hers. Comradeship was different. There was no slavery about +it; and though he, a strong man beyond strength's seeming, gave far +more than he received, he gave not something due but in royal largess, +his gifts of toil or heroic effort falling generously from his hands. +To pack for days over the gale-swept passes or across the +mosquito-ridden marshes, and to pack double the weight his comrade +packed, did not involve unfairness or compulsion. Each did his best. +That was the business essence of it. Some men were stronger than +others—true; but so long as each man did his best it was fair +exchange, the business spirit was observed, and the square deal +obtained. +</P> + +<P> +But with women—no. Women gave little and wanted all. Women had +apron-strings and were prone to tie them about any man who looked twice +in their direction. There was the Virgin, yawning her head off when he +came in and mightily pleased that he asked her to dance. One dance was +all very well, but because he danced twice and thrice with her and +several times more, she squeezed his arm when they asked him to sit in +at poker. It was the obnoxious apron-string, the first of the many +compulsions she would exert upon him if he gave in. Not that she was +not a nice bit of a woman, healthy and strapping and good to look upon, +also a very excellent dancer, but that she was a woman with all a +woman's desire to rope him with her apron-strings and tie him hand and +foot for the branding. Better poker. Besides, he liked poker as well +as he did dancing. +</P> + +<P> +He resisted the pull on his arm by the mere negative mass of him, and +said:— +</P> + +<P> +"I sort of feel a hankering to give you-all a flutter." +</P> + +<P> +Again came the pull on his arm. She was trying to pass the +apron-string around him. For the fraction of an instant he was a +savage, dominated by the wave of fear and murder that rose up in him. +For that infinitesimal space of time he was to all purposes a +frightened tiger filled with rage and terror at the apprehension of the +trap. Had he been no more than a savage, he would have leapt wildly +from the place or else sprung upon her and destroyed her. But in that +same instant there stirred in him the generations of discipline by +which man had become an inadequate social animal. Tact and sympathy +strove with him, and he smiled with his eyes into the Virgin's eyes as +he said:— +</P> + +<P> +"You-all go and get some grub. I ain't hungry. And we'll dance some +more by and by. The night's young yet. Go to it, old girl." +</P> + +<P> +He released his arm and thrust her playfully on the shoulder, at the +same time turning to the poker-players. +</P> + +<P> +"Take off the limit and I'll go you-all." +</P> + +<P> +"Limit's the roof," said Jack Kearns. +</P> + +<P> +"Take off the roof." +</P> + +<P> +The players glanced at one another, and Kearns announced, "The roof's +off." +</P> + +<P> +Elam Harnish dropped into the waiting chair, started to pull out his +gold-sack, and changed his mind. The Virgin pouted a moment, then +followed in the wake of the other dancers. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll bring you a sandwich, Daylight," she called back over her +shoulder. +</P> + +<P> +He nodded. She was smiling her forgiveness. He had escaped the +apron-string, and without hurting her feelings too severely. +</P> + +<P> +"Let's play markers," he suggested. "Chips do everlastingly clutter up +the table....If it's agreeable to you-all?" +</P> + +<P> +"I'm willing," answered Hal Campbell. "Let mine run at five hundred." +</P> + +<P> +"Mine, too," answered Harnish, while the others stated the values they +put on their own markers, French Louis, the most modest, issuing his at +a hundred dollars each. +</P> + +<P> +In Alaska, at that time, there were no rascals and no tin-horn +gamblers. Games were conducted honestly, and men trusted one another. +A man's word was as good as his gold in the blower. A marker was a +flat, oblong composition chip worth, perhaps, a cent. But when a man +betted a marker in a game and said it was worth five hundred dollars, +it was accepted as worth five hundred dollars. Whoever won it knew +that the man who issued it would redeem it with five hundred dollars' +worth of dust weighed out on the scales. The markers being of +different colors, there was no difficulty in identifying the owners. +Also, in that early Yukon day, no one dreamed of playing table-stakes. +A man was good in a game for all that he possessed, no matter where his +possessions were or what was their nature. +</P> + +<P> +Harnish cut and got the deal. At this good augury, and while shuffling +the deck, he called to the barkeepers to set up the drinks for the +house. As he dealt the first card to Dan MacDonald, on his left, he +called out: +</P> + +<P> +"Get down to the ground, you-all, Malemutes, huskies, and Siwash purps! +Get down and dig in! Tighten up them traces! Put your weight into the +harness and bust the breast-bands! Whoop-la! Yow! We're off and bound +for Helen Breakfast! And I tell you-all clear and plain there's goin' +to be stiff grades and fast goin' to-night before we win to that same +lady. And somebody's goin' to bump...hard." +</P> + +<P> +Once started, it was a quiet game, with little or no conversation, +though all about the players the place was a-roar. Elam Harnish had +ignited the spark. More and more miners dropped in to the Tivoli and +remained. When Burning Daylight went on the tear, no man cared to miss +it. The dancing-floor was full. Owing to the shortage of women, many +of the men tied bandanna handkerchiefs around their arms in token of +femininity and danced with other men. All the games were crowded, and +the voices of the men talking at the long bar and grouped about the +stove were accompanied by the steady click of chips and the sharp whir, +rising and falling, of the roulette-ball. All the materials of a +proper Yukon night were at hand and mixing. +</P> + +<P> +The luck at the table varied monotonously, no big hands being out. As +a result, high play went on with small hands though no play lasted +long. A filled straight belonging to French Louis gave him a pot of +five thousand against two sets of threes held by Campbell and Kearns. +One pot of eight hundred dollars was won by a pair of treys on a +showdown. And once Harnish called Kearns for two thousand dollars on a +cold steal. When Kearns laid down his hand it showed a bobtail flush, +while Harnish's hand proved that he had had the nerve to call on a pair +of tens. +</P> + +<P> +But at three in the morning the big combination of hands arrived. +</P> + +<P> +It was the moment of moments that men wait weeks for in a poker game. +The news of it tingled over the Tivoli. The onlookers became quiet. +The men farther away ceased talking and moved over to the table. The +players deserted the other games, and the dancing-floor was forsaken, +so that all stood at last, fivescore and more, in a compact and silent +group, around the poker-table. The high betting had begun before the +draw, and still the high betting went on, with the draw not in sight. +Kearns had dealt, and French Louis had opened the pot with one +marker—in his case one hundred dollars. Campbell had merely "seen" +it, but Elam Harnish, corning next, had tossed in five hundred dollars, +with the remark to MacDonald that he was letting him in easy. +</P> + +<P> +MacDonald, glancing again at his hand, put in a thousand in markers. +Kearns, debating a long time over his hand, finally "saw." It then +cost French Louis nine hundred to remain in the game, which he +contributed after a similar debate. It cost Campbell likewise nine +hundred to remain and draw cards, but to the surprise of all he saw the +nine hundred and raised another thousand. +</P> + +<P> +"You-all are on the grade at last," Harnish remarked, as he saw the +fifteen hundred and raised a thousand in turn. "Helen Breakfast's sure +on top this divide, and you-all had best look out for bustin' harness." +</P> + +<P> +"Me for that same lady," accompanied MacDonald's markers for two +thousand and for an additional thousand-dollar raise. +</P> + +<P> +It was at this stage that the players sat up and knew beyond +peradventure that big hands were out. Though their features showed +nothing, each man was beginning unconsciously to tense. Each man strove +to appear his natural self, and each natural self was different. Hal +Campbell affected his customary cautiousness. +</P> + +<P> +French Louis betrayed interest. MacDonald retained his whole-souled +benevolence, though it seemed to take on a slightly exaggerated tone. +Kearns was coolly dispassionate and noncommittal, while Elam Harnish +appeared as quizzical and jocular as ever. Eleven thousand dollars +were already in the pot, and the markers were heaped in a confused pile +in the centre of the table. +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't go no more markers," Kearns remarked plaintively. "We'd best +begin I.O.U.'s." +</P> + +<P> +"Glad you're going to stay," was MacDonald's cordial response. +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't stayed yet. I've got a thousand in already. How's it stand +now?" +</P> + +<P> +"It'll cost you three thousand for a look in, but nobody will stop you +from raising." +</P> + +<P> +"Raise—hell. You must think I got a pat like yourself." Kearns looked +at his hand. "But I'll tell you what I'll do, Mac. +</P> + +<P> +"I've got a hunch, and I'll just see that three thousand." +</P> + +<P> +He wrote the sum on a slip of paper, signed his name, and consigned it +to the centre of the table. +</P> + +<P> +French Louis became the focus of all eyes. He fingered his cards +nervously for a space. Then, with a "By Gar! Ah got not one leetle +beet hunch," he regretfully tossed his hand into the discards. +</P> + +<P> +The next moment the hundred and odd pairs of eyes shifted to Campbell. +</P> + +<P> +"I won't hump you, Jack," he said, contenting himself with calling the +requisite two thousand. +</P> + +<P> +The eyes shifted to Harnish, who scribbled on a piece of paper and +shoved it forward. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll just let you-all know this ain't no Sunday-school society of +philanthropy," he said. "I see you, Jack, and I raise you a thousand. +Here's where you-all get action on your pat, Mac." +</P> + +<P> +"Action's what I fatten on, and I lift another thousand," was +MacDonald's rejoinder. "Still got that hunch, Jack?" +</P> + +<P> +"I still got the hunch." Kearns fingered his cards a long time. "And +I'll play it, but you've got to know how I stand. There's my steamer, +the Bella—worth twenty thousand if she's worth an ounce. There's +Sixty Mile with five thousand in stock on the shelves. And you know I +got a sawmill coming in. It's at Linderman now, and the scow is +building. Am I good?" +</P> + +<P> +"Dig in; you're sure good," was Daylight's answer. "And while we're +about it, I may mention casual that I got twenty thousand in Mac's +safe, there, and there's twenty thousand more in the ground on +Moosehide. You know the ground, Campbell. Is they that-all in the +dirt?" +</P> + +<P> +"There sure is, Daylight." +</P> + +<P> +"How much does it cost now?" Kearns asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Two thousand to see." +</P> + +<P> +"We'll sure hump you if you-all come in," Daylight warned him. +</P> + +<P> +"It's an almighty good hunch," Kearns said, adding his slip for two +thousand to the growing heap. "I can feel her crawlin' up and down my +back." +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't got a hunch, but I got a tolerable likeable hand," Campbell +announced, as he slid in his slip; "but it's not a raising hand." +</P> + +<P> +"Mine is," Daylight paused and wrote. "I see that thousand and raise +her the same old thousand." +</P> + +<P> +The Virgin, standing behind him, then did what a man's best friend was +not privileged to do. Reaching over Daylight's shoulder, she picked up +his hand and read it, at the same time shielding the faces of the five +cards close to his chest. What she saw were three queens and a pair of +eights, but nobody guessed what she saw. Every player's eyes were on +her face as she scanned the cards, but no sign did she give. Her +features might have been carved from ice, for her expression was +precisely the same before, during, and after. Not a muscle quivered; +nor was there the slightest dilation of a nostril, nor the slightest +increase of light in the eyes. She laid the hand face down again on +the table, and slowly the lingering eyes withdrew from her, having +learned nothing. +</P> + +<P> +MacDonald smiled benevolently. "I see you, Daylight, and I hump this +time for two thousand. How's that hunch, Jack?" +</P> + +<P> +"Still a-crawling, Mac. You got me now, but that hunch is a +rip-snorter persuadin' sort of a critter, and it's my plain duty to +ride it. I call for three thousand. And I got another hunch: +Daylight's going to call, too." +</P> + +<P> +"He sure is," Daylight agreed, after Campbell had thrown up his hand. +"He knows when he's up against it, and he plays accordin'. I see that +two thousand, and then I'll see the draw." +</P> + +<P> +In a dead silence, save for the low voices of the three players, the +draw was made. Thirty-four thousand dollars were already in the pot, +and the play possibly not half over. To the Virgin's amazement, +Daylight held up his three queens, discarding his eights and calling +for two cards. And this time not even she dared look at what he had +drawn. She knew her limit of control. Nor did he look. The two new +cards lay face down on the table where they had been dealt to him. +</P> + +<P> +"Cards?" Kearns asked of MacDonald. +</P> + +<P> +"Got enough," was the reply. +</P> + +<P> +"You can draw if you want to, you know," Kearns warned him. +</P> + +<P> +"Nope; this'll do me." +</P> + +<P> +Kearns himself drew two cards, but did not look at them. +</P> + +<P> +Still Harnish let his cards lie. +</P> + +<P> +"I never bet in the teeth of a pat hand," he said slowly, looking at +the saloon-keeper. "You-all start her rolling, Mac." +</P> + +<P> +MacDonald counted his cards carefully, to make double sure it was not a +foul hand, wrote a sum on a paper slip, and slid it into the pot, with +the simple utterance:— +</P> + +<P> +"Five thousand." +</P> + +<P> +Kearns, with every eye upon him, looked at his two-card draw, counted +the other three to dispel any doubt of holding more than five cards, +and wrote on a betting slip. +</P> + +<P> +"I see you, Mac," he said, "and I raise her a little thousand just so +as not to keep Daylight out." +</P> + +<P> +The concentrated gaze shifted to Daylight. He likewise examined his +draw and counted his five cards. +</P> + +<P> +"I see that six thousand, and I raise her five thousand...just to try +and keep you out, Jack." +</P> + +<P> +"And I raise you five thousand just to lend a hand at keeping Jack +out," MacDonald said, in turn. +</P> + +<P> +His voice was slightly husky and strained, and a nervous twitch in the +corner of his mouth followed speech. +</P> + +<P> +Kearns was pale, and those who looked on noted that his hand trembled +as he wrote his slip. But his voice was unchanged. +</P> + +<P> +"I lift her along for five thousand," he said. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight was now the centre. The kerosene lamps above flung high +lights from the rash of sweat on his forehead. The bronze of his +cheeks was darkened by the accession of blood. His black eyes +glittered, and his nostrils were distended and eager. They were large +nostrils, tokening his descent from savage ancestors who had survived +by virtue of deep lungs and generous air-passages. Yet, unlike +MacDonald, his voice was firm and customary, and, unlike Kearns, his +hand did not tremble when he wrote. +</P> + +<P> +"I call, for ten thousand," he said. "Not that I'm afraid of you-all, +Mac. It's that hunch of Jack's." +</P> + +<P> +"I hump his hunch for five thousand just the same," said MacDonald. "I +had the best hand before the draw, and I still guess I got it." +</P> + +<P> +"Mebbe this is a case where a hunch after the draw is better'n the +hunch before," Kearns remarked; "wherefore duty says, 'Lift her, Jack, +lift her,' and so I lift her another five thousand." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight leaned back in his chair and gazed up at the kerosene lamps +while he computed aloud. +</P> + +<P> +"I was in nine thousand before the draw, and I saw and raised eleven +thousand—that makes thirty. I'm only good for ten more." +</P> + +<P> +He leaned forward and looked at Kearns. "So I call that ten thousand." +</P> + +<P> +"You can raise if you want," Kearns answered. "Your dogs are good for +five thousand in this game." +</P> + +<P> +"Nary dawg. You-all can win my dust and dirt, but nary one of my +dawgs. I just call." +</P> + +<P> +MacDonald considered for a long time. No one moved or whispered. +</P> + +<P> +Not a muscle was relaxed on the part of the onlookers. Not the weight +of a body shifted from one leg to the other. It was a sacred silence. +Only could be heard the roaring draft of the huge stove, and from +without, muffled by the log-walls, the howling of dogs. It was not +every night that high stakes were played on the Yukon, and for that +matter, this was the highest in the history of the country. The +saloon-keeper finally spoke. +</P> + +<P> +"If anybody else wins, they'll have to take a mortgage on the Tivoli." +</P> + +<P> +The two other players nodded. +</P> + +<P> +"So I call, too." MacDonald added his slip for five thousand. +</P> + +<P> +Not one of them claimed the pot, and not one of them called the size of +his hand. Simultaneously and in silence they faced their cards on the +table, while a general tiptoeing and craning of necks took place among +the onlookers. Daylight showed four queens and an ace; MacDonald four +jacks and an ace; and Kearns four kings and a trey. Kearns reached +forward with an encircling movement of his arm and drew the pot in to +him, his arm shaking as he did so. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight picked the ace from his hand and tossed it over alongside +MacDonald's ace, saying:— +</P> + +<P> +"That's what cheered me along, Mac. I knowed it was only kings that +could beat me, and he had them. +</P> + +<P> +"What did you-all have?" he asked, all interest, turning to Campbell. +</P> + +<P> +"Straight flush of four, open at both ends—a good drawing hand." +</P> + +<P> +"You bet! You could a' made a straight, a straight flush, or a flush +out of it." +</P> + +<P> +"That's what I thought," Campbell said sadly. "It cost me six thousand +before I quit." +</P> + +<P> +"I wisht you-all'd drawn," Daylight laughed. "Then I wouldn't a' +caught that fourth queen. Now I've got to take Billy Rawlins' mail +contract and mush for Dyea. What's the size of the killing, Jack?" +</P> + +<P> +Kearns attempted to count the pot, but was too excited. Daylight drew +it across to him, with firm fingers separating and stacking the markers +and I.O.U.'s and with clear brain adding the sum. +</P> + +<P> +"One hundred and twenty-seven thousand," he announced. "You-all can +sell out now, Jack, and head for home." +</P> + +<P> +The winner smiled and nodded, but seemed incapable of speech. +</P> + +<P> +"I'd shout the drinks," MacDonald said, "only the house don't belong to +me any more." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, it does," Kearns replied, first wetting his lips with his tongue. +"Your note's good for any length of time. But the drinks are on me." +</P> + +<P> +"Name your snake-juice, you-all—the winner pays!" Daylight called out +loudly to all about him, at the same time rising from his chair and +catching the Virgin by the arm. "Come on for a reel, you-all dancers. +The night's young yet, and it's Helen Breakfast and the mail contract +for me in the morning. Here, you-all Rawlins, you—I hereby do take +over that same contract, and I start for salt water at nine +A.M.—savvee? Come on, you-all! Where's that fiddler?" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0103"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER III +</H3> + +<P> +It was Daylight's night. He was the centre and the head of the revel, +unquenchably joyous, a contagion of fun. He multiplied himself, and in +so doing multiplied the excitement. No prank he suggested was too wild +for his followers, and all followed save those that developed into +singing imbeciles and fell warbling by the wayside. Yet never did +trouble intrude. It was known on the Yukon that when Burning Daylight +made a night of it, wrath and evil were forbidden. On his nights men +dared not quarrel. In the younger days such things had happened, and +then men had known what real wrath was, and been man-handled as only +Burning Daylight could man-handle. On his nights men must laugh and be +happy or go home. Daylight was inexhaustible. In between dances he +paid over to Kearns the twenty thousand in dust and transferred to him +his Moosehide claim. Likewise he arranged the taking over of Billy +Rawlins' mail contract, and made his preparations for the start. He +despatched a messenger to rout out Kama, his dog-driver—a Tananaw +Indian, far-wandered from his tribal home in the service of the +invading whites. Kama entered the Tivoli, tall, lean, muscular, and +fur-clad, the pick of his barbaric race and barbaric still, unshaken +and unabashed by the revellers that rioted about him while Daylight +gave his orders. "Um," said Kama, tabling his instructions on his +fingers. "Get um letters from Rawlins. Load um on sled. Grub for +Selkirk—you think um plenty dog-grub stop Selkirk?" +</P> + +<P> +"Plenty dog-grub, Kama." +</P> + +<P> +"Um, bring sled this place nine um clock. Bring um snowshoes. No bring +um tent. Mebbe bring um fly? um little fly?" +</P> + +<P> +"No fly," Daylight answered decisively. +</P> + +<P> +"Um much cold." +</P> + +<P> +"We travel light—savvee? We carry plenty letters out, plenty letters +back. You are strong man. Plenty cold, plenty travel, all right." +</P> + +<P> +"Sure all right," Kama muttered, with resignation. +</P> + +<P> +"Much cold, no care a damn. Um ready nine um clock." +</P> + +<P> +He turned on his moccasined heel and walked out, imperturbable, +sphinx-like, neither giving nor receiving greetings nor looking to +right or left. The Virgin led Daylight away into a corner. +</P> + +<P> +"Look here, Daylight," she said, in a low voice, "you're busted." +</P> + +<P> +"Higher'n a kite." +</P> + +<P> +"I've eight thousand in Mac's safe—" she began. +</P> + +<P> +But Daylight interrupted. The apron-string loomed near and he shied +like an unbroken colt. +</P> + +<P> +"It don't matter," he said. "Busted I came into the world, busted I go +out, and I've been busted most of the time since I arrived. Come on; +let's waltz." +</P> + +<P> +"But listen," she urged. "My money's doing nothing. I could lend it +to you—a grub-stake," she added hurriedly, at sight of the alarm in +his face. +</P> + +<P> +"Nobody grub-stakes me," was the answer. "I stake myself, and when I +make a killing it's sure all mine. No thank you, old girl. Much +obliged. I'll get my stake by running the mail out and in." +</P> + +<P> +"Daylight," she murmured, in tender protest. +</P> + +<P> +But with a sudden well-assumed ebullition of spirits he drew her toward +the dancing-floor, and as they swung around and around in a waltz she +pondered on the iron heart of the man who held her in his arms and +resisted all her wiles. +</P> + +<P> +At six the next morning, scorching with whiskey, yet ever himself, he +stood at the bar putting every man's hand down. The way of it was that +two men faced each other across a corner, their right elbows resting on +the bar, their right hands gripped together, while each strove to press +the other's hand down. Man after man came against him, but no man put +his hand down, even Olaf Henderson and French Louis failing despite +their hugeness. When they contended it was a trick, a trained muscular +knack, he challenged them to another test. +</P> + +<P> +"Look here, you-all" he cried. "I'm going to do two things: first, +weigh my sack; and second, bet it that after you-all have lifted clean +from the floor all the sacks of flour you-all are able, I'll put on two +more sacks and lift the whole caboodle clean." +</P> + +<P> +"By Gar! Ah take dat!" French Louis rumbled above the cheers. +</P> + +<P> +"Hold on!" Olaf Henderson cried. "I ban yust as good as you, Louis. I +yump half that bet." +</P> + +<P> +Put on the scales, Daylight's sack was found to balance an even four +hundred dollars, and Louis and Olaf divided the bet between them. +Fifty-pound sacks of flour were brought in from MacDonald's cache. +Other men tested their strength first. They straddled on two chairs, +the flour sacks beneath them on the floor and held together by +rope-lashings. Many of the men were able, in this manner, to lift four +or five hundred pounds, while some succeeded with as high as six +hundred. Then the two giants took a hand, tying at seven hundred. +French Louis then added another sack, and swung seven hundred and fifty +clear. Olaf duplicated the performance, whereupon both failed to clear +eight hundred. Again and again they strove, their foreheads beaded +with sweat, their frames crackling with the effort. Both were able to +shift the weight and to bump it, but clear the floor with it they could +not. +</P> + +<P> +"By Gar! Daylight, dis tam you mek one beeg meestake," French Louis +said, straightening up and stepping down from the chairs. "Only one +damn iron man can do dat. One hundred pun' more—my frien', not ten +poun' more." The sacks were unlashed, but when two sacks were added, +Kearns interfered. "Only one sack more." +</P> + +<P> +"Two!" some one cried. "Two was the bet." +</P> + +<P> +"They didn't lift that last sack," Kearns protested. +</P> + +<P> +"They only lifted seven hundred and fifty." +</P> + +<P> +But Daylight grandly brushed aside the confusion. +</P> + +<P> +"What's the good of you-all botherin' around that way? What's one more +sack? If I can't lift three more, I sure can't lift two. Put 'em in." +</P> + +<P> +He stood upon the chairs, squatted, and bent his shoulders down till +his hands closed on the rope. He shifted his feet slightly, tautened +his muscles with a tentative pull, then relaxed again, questing for a +perfect adjustment of all the levers of his body. +</P> + +<P> +French Louis, looking on sceptically, cried out, +</P> + +<P> +"Pool lak hell, Daylight! Pool lak hell!" +</P> + +<P> +Daylight's muscles tautened a second time, and this time in earnest, +until steadily all the energy of his splendid body was applied, and +quite imperceptibly, without jerk or strain, the bulky nine hundred +pounds rose from the door and swung back and forth, pendulum like, +between his legs. +</P> + +<P> +Olaf Henderson sighed a vast audible sigh. The Virgin, who had tensed +unconsciously till her muscles hurt her, relaxed. While French Louis +murmured reverently:— +</P> + +<P> +"M'sieu Daylight, salut! Ay am one beeg baby. You are one beeg man." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight dropped his burden, leaped to the floor, and headed for the +bar. +</P> + +<P> +"Weigh in!" he cried, tossing his sack to the weigher, who transferred +to it four hundred dollars from the sacks of the two losers. +</P> + +<P> +"Surge up, everybody!" Daylight went on. "Name your snake-juice! The +winner pays!" +</P> + +<P> +"This is my night!" he was shouting, ten minutes later. "I'm the lone +he-wolf, and I've seen thirty winters. This is my birthday, my one day +in the year, and I can put any man on his back. Come on, you-all! I'm +going to put you-all in the snow. Come on, you chechaquos [1] and +sourdoughs[2], and get your baptism!" +</P> + +<P> +The rout streamed out of doors, all save the barkeepers and the singing +Bacchuses. Some fleeting thought of saving his own dignity entered +MacDonald's head, for he approached Daylight with outstretched hand. +</P> + +<P> +"What? You first?" Daylight laughed, clasping the other's hand as if +in greeting. +</P> + +<P> +"No, no," the other hurriedly disclaimed. "Just congratulations on +your birthday. Of course you can put me in the snow. What chance have +I against a man that lifts nine hundred pounds?" +</P> + +<P> +MacDonald weighed one hundred and eighty pounds, and Daylight had him +gripped solely by his hand; yet, by a sheer abrupt jerk, he took the +saloon-keeper off his feet and flung him face downward in the snow. In +quick succession, seizing the men nearest him, he threw half a dozen +more. Resistance was useless. They flew helter-skelter out of his +grips, landing in all manner of attitudes, grotesquely and harmlessly, +in the soft snow. It soon became difficult, in the dim starlight, to +distinguish between those thrown and those waiting their turn, and he +began feeling their backs and shoulders, determining their status by +whether or not he found them powdered with snow. +</P> + +<P> +"Baptized yet?" became his stereotyped question, as he reached out his +terrible hands. +</P> + +<P> +Several score lay down in the snow in a long row, while many others +knelt in mock humility, scooping snow upon their heads and claiming the +rite accomplished. But a group of five stood upright, backwoodsmen and +frontiersmen, they, eager to contest any man's birthday. +</P> + +<P> +Graduates of the hardest of man-handling schools, veterans of +multitudes of rough-and-tumble battles, men of blood and sweat and +endurance, they nevertheless lacked one thing that Daylight possessed +in high degree—namely, an almost perfect brain and muscular +coordination. It was simple, in its way, and no virtue of his. He had +been born with this endowment. His nerves carried messages more +quickly than theirs; his mental processes, culminating in acts of will, +were quicker than theirs; his muscles themselves, by some immediacy of +chemistry, obeyed the messages of his will quicker than theirs. He was +so made, his muscles were high-power explosives. The levers of his +body snapped into play like the jaws of steel traps. And in addition +to all this, his was that super-strength that is the dower of but one +human in millions—a strength depending not on size but on degree, a +supreme organic excellence residing in the stuff of the muscles +themselves. Thus, so swiftly could he apply a stress, that, before an +opponent could become aware and resist, the aim of the stress had been +accomplished. In turn, so swiftly did he become aware of a stress +applied to him, that he saved himself by resistance or by delivering a +lightning counter-stress. +</P> + +<P> +"It ain't no use you-all standing there," Daylight addressed the +waiting group. "You-all might as well get right down and take your +baptizing. You-all might down me any other day in the year, but on my +birthday I want you-all to know I'm the best man. Is that Pat +Hanrahan's mug looking hungry and willing? Come on, Pat." Pat +Hanrahan, ex-bare-knuckle-prize fighter and roughhouse-expert, stepped +forth. The two men came against each other in grips, and almost before +he had exerted himself the Irishman found himself in the merciless vise +of a half-Nelson that buried him head and shoulders in the snow. Joe +Hines, ex-lumber-jack, came down with an impact equal to a fall from a +two-story building—his overthrow accomplished by a cross-buttock, +delivered, he claimed, before he was ready. +</P> + +<P> +There was nothing exhausting in all this to Daylight. He did not heave +and strain through long minutes. No time, practically, was occupied. +His body exploded abruptly and terrifically in one instant, and on the +next instant was relaxed. Thus, Doc Watson, the gray-bearded, iron +bodied man without a past, a fighting terror himself, was overthrown in +the fraction of a second preceding his own onslaught. As he was in the +act of gathering himself for a spring, Daylight was upon him, and with +such fearful suddenness as to crush him backward and down. Olaf +Henderson, receiving his cue from this, attempted to take Daylight +unaware, rushing upon him from one side as he stooped with extended +hand to help Doc Watson up. Daylight dropped on his hands and knees, +receiving in his side Olaf's knees. Olaf's momentum carried him clear +over the obstruction in a long, flying fall. Before he could rise, +Daylight had whirled him over on his back and was rubbing his face and +ears with snow and shoving handfuls down his neck. "Ay ban yust as +good a man as you ban, Daylight," Olaf spluttered, as he pulled himself +to his feet; "but by Yupiter, I ban navver see a grip like that." +French Louis was the last of the five, and he had seen enough to make +him cautious. He circled and baffled for a full minute before coming +to grips; and for another full minute they strained and reeled without +either winning the advantage. And then, just as the contest was +becoming interesting, Daylight effected one of his lightning shifts, +changing all stresses and leverages and at the same time delivering one +of his muscular explosions. French Louis resisted till his huge frame +crackled, and then, slowly, was forced over and under and downward. +</P> + +<P> +"The winner pays!" Daylight cried; as he sprang to his feet and led the +way back into the Tivoli. "Surge along you-all! This way to the +snake-room!" +</P> + +<P> +They lined up against the long bar, in places two or three deep, +stamping the frost from their moccasined feet, for outside the +temperature was sixty below. Bettles, himself one of the gamest of the +old-timers in deeds and daring ceased from his drunken lay of the +"Sassafras Root," and titubated over to congratulate Daylight. But in +the midst of it he felt impelled to make a speech, and raised his voice +oratorically. +</P> + +<P> +"I tell you fellers I'm plum proud to call Daylight my friend. We've +hit the trail together afore now, and he's eighteen carat from his +moccasins up, damn his mangy old hide, anyway. He was a shaver when he +first hit this country. When you fellers was his age, you wa'n't dry +behind the ears yet. He never was no kid. He was born a full-grown +man. An' I tell you a man had to be a man in them days. This wa'n't +no effete civilization like it's come to be now." Bettles paused long +enough to put his arm in a proper bear-hug around Daylight's neck. +"When you an' me mushed into the Yukon in the good ole days, it didn't +rain soup and they wa'n't no free-lunch joints. Our camp fires was lit +where we killed our game, and most of the time we lived on +salmon-tracks and rabbit-bellies—ain't I right?" +</P> + +<P> +But at the roar of laughter that greeted his inversion, Bettles +released the bear-hug and turned fiercely on them. "Laugh, you mangy +short-horns, laugh! But I tell you plain and simple, the best of you +ain't knee-high fit to tie Daylight's moccasin strings. +</P> + +<P> +"Ain't I right, Campbell? Ain't I right, Mac? Daylight's one of the +old guard, one of the real sour-doughs. And in them days they wa'n't +ary a steamboat or ary a trading-post, and we cusses had to live offen +salmon-bellies and rabbit-tracks." +</P> + +<P> +He gazed triumphantly around, and in the applause that followed arose +cries for a speech from Daylight. He signified his consent. A chair +was brought, and he was helped to stand upon it. He was no more sober +than the crowd above which he now towered—a wild crowd, uncouthly +garmented, every foot moccasined or muc-lucked[3], with mittens +dangling from necks and with furry ear-flaps raised so that they took +on the seeming of the winged helmets of the Norsemen. Daylight's black +eyes were flashing, and the flush of strong drink flooded darkly under +the bronze of his cheeks. He was greeted with round on round of +affectionate cheers, which brought a suspicious moisture to his eyes, +albeit many of the voices were inarticulate and inebriate. And yet, +men have so behaved since the world began, feasting, fighting, and +carousing, whether in the dark cave-mouth or by the fire of the +squatting-place, in the palaces of imperial Rome and the rock +strongholds of robber barons, or in the sky-aspiring hotels of modern +times and in the boozing-dens of sailor-town. Just so were these men, +empire-builders in the Arctic Light, boastful and drunken and +clamorous, winning surcease for a few wild moments from the grim +reality of their heroic toil. Modern heroes they, and in nowise +different from the heroes of old time. "Well, fellows, I don't know +what to say to you-all," Daylight began lamely, striving still to +control his whirling brain. "I think I'll tell you-all a story. I had +a pardner wunst, down in Juneau. He come from North Caroliney, and he +used to tell this same story to me. It was down in the mountains in +his country, and it was a wedding. There they was, the family and all +the friends. The parson was just puttin' on the last touches, and he +says, 'They as the Lord have joined let no man put asunder.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Parson,' says the bridegroom, 'I rises to question your grammar in +that there sentence. I want this weddin' done right.' +</P> + +<P> +"When the smoke clears away, the bride she looks around and sees a dead +parson, a dead bridegroom, a dead brother, two dead uncles, and five +dead wedding-guests. +</P> + +<P> +"So she heaves a mighty strong sigh and says, 'Them new-fangled, +self-cocking revolvers sure has played hell with my prospects.' +</P> + +<P> +"And so I say to you-all," Daylight added, as the roar of laughter died +down, "that them four kings of Jack Kearns sure has played hell with my +prospects. I'm busted higher'n a kite, and I'm hittin' the trail for +Dyea—" +</P> + +<P> +"Goin' out?" some one called. A spasm of anger wrought on his face for +a flashing instant, but in the next his good-humor was back again. +</P> + +<P> +"I know you-all are only pokin' fun asking such a question," he said, +with a smile. "Of course I ain't going out." +</P> + +<P> +"Take the oath again, Daylight," the same voice cried. +</P> + +<P> +"I sure will. I first come over Chilcoot in '83. I went out over the +Pass in a fall blizzard, with a rag of a shirt and a cup of raw flour. +I got my grub-stake in Juneau that winter, and in the spring I went +over the Pass once more. And once more the famine drew me out. Next +spring I went in again, and I swore then that I'd never come out till I +made my stake. Well, I ain't made it, and here I am. And I ain't +going out now. I get the mail and I come right back. I won't stop the +night at Dyea. I'll hit up Chilcoot soon as I change the dogs and get +the mail and grub. And so I swear once more, by the mill-tails of hell +and the head of John the Baptist, I'll never hit for the Outside till I +make my pile. And I tell you-all, here and now, it's got to be an +almighty big pile." +</P> + +<P> +"How much might you call a pile?" Bettles demanded from beneath, his +arms clutched lovingly around Daylight's legs. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, how much? What do you call a pile?" others cried. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight steadied himself for a moment and debated. "Four or five +millions," he said slowly, and held up his hand for silence as his +statement was received with derisive yells. "I'll be real +conservative, and put the bottom notch at a million. And for not an +ounce less'n that will I go out of the country." +</P> + +<P> +Again his statement was received with an outburst of derision. Not only +had the total gold output of the Yukon up to date been below five +millions, but no man had ever made a strike of a hundred thousand, much +less of a million. +</P> + +<P> +"You-all listen to me. You seen Jack Kearns get a hunch to-night. We +had him sure beat before the draw. His ornery three kings was no good. +But he just knew there was another king coming—that was his hunch—and +he got it. And I tell you-all I got a hunch. There's a big strike +coming on the Yukon, and it's just about due. I don't mean no ornery +Moosehide, Birch-Creek kind of a strike. I mean a real rip-snorter +hair-raiser. I tell you-all she's in the air and hell-bent for +election. Nothing can stop her, and she'll come up river. There's +where you-all track my moccasins in the near future if you-all want to +find me—somewhere in the country around Stewart River, Indian River, +and Klondike River. When I get back with the mail, I'll head that way +so fast you-all won't see my trail for smoke. She's a-coming, fellows, +gold from the grass roots down, a hundred dollars to the pan, and a +stampede in from the Outside fifty thousand strong. You-all'll think +all hell's busted loose when that strike is made." +</P> + +<P> +He raised his glass to his lips. "Here's kindness, and hoping you-all +will be in on it." +</P> + +<P> +He drank and stepped down from the chair, falling into another one of +Bettles' bear-hugs. +</P> + +<P> +"If I was you, Daylight, I wouldn't mush to-day," Joe Hines counselled, +coming in from consulting the spirit thermometer outside the door. +"We're in for a good cold snap. It's sixty-two below now, and still +goin' down. Better wait till she breaks." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight laughed, and the old sour-doughs around him laughed. +</P> + +<P> +"Just like you short-horns," Bettles cried, "afeard of a little frost. +And blamed little you know Daylight, if you think frost kin stop 'm." +</P> + +<P> +"Freeze his lungs if he travels in it," was the reply. +</P> + +<P> +"Freeze pap and lollypop! Look here, Hines, you only ben in this here +country three years. You ain't seasoned yet. I've seen Daylight do +fifty miles up on the Koyokuk on a day when the thermometer busted at +seventy-two." +</P> + +<P> +Hines shook his head dolefully. +</P> + +<P> +"Them's the kind that does freeze their lungs," he lamented. "If +Daylight pulls out before this snap breaks, he'll never get +through—an' him travelin' without tent or fly." +</P> + +<P> +"It's a thousand miles to Dyea," Bettles announced, climbing on the +chair and supporting his swaying body by an arm passed around +Daylight's neck. "It's a thousand miles, I'm sayin' an' most of the +trail unbroke, but I bet any chechaquo—anything he wants—that +Daylight makes Dyea in thirty days." +</P> + +<P> +"That's an average of over thirty-three miles a day," Doc Watson +warned, "and I've travelled some myself. A blizzard on Chilcoot would +tie him up for a week." +</P> + +<P> +"Yep," Bettles retorted, "an' Daylight'll do the second thousand back +again on end in thirty days more, and I got five hundred dollars that +says so, and damn the blizzards." +</P> + +<P> +To emphasize his remarks, he pulled out a gold-sack the size of a +bologna sausage and thumped it down on the bar. Doc Watson thumped his +own sack alongside. +</P> + +<P> +"Hold on!" Daylight cried. "Bettles's right, and I want in on this. I +bet five hundred that sixty days from now I pull up at the Tivoli door +with the Dyea mail." +</P> + +<P> +A sceptical roar went up, and a dozen men pulled out their sacks. +</P> + +<P> +Jack Kearns crowded in close and caught Daylight's attention. +</P> + +<P> +"I take you, Daylight," he cried. "Two to one you don't—not in +seventy-five days." +</P> + +<P> +"No charity, Jack," was the reply. "The bettin's even, and the time is +sixty days." +</P> + +<P> +"Seventy-five days, and two to one you don't," Kearns insisted. "Fifty +Mile'll be wide open and the rim-ice rotten." +</P> + +<P> +"What you win from me is yours," Daylight went on. "And, by thunder, +Jack, you can't give it back that way. I won't bet with you. You're +trying to give me money. But I tell you-all one thing, Jack, I got +another hunch. I'm goin' to win it back some one of these days. +You-all just wait till the big strike up river. Then you and me'll +take the roof off and sit in a game that'll be full man's size. Is it +a go?" +</P> + +<P> +They shook hands. +</P> + +<P> +"Of course he'll make it," Kearns whispered in Bettles' ear. "And +there's five hundred Daylight's back in sixty days," he added aloud. +</P> + +<P> +Billy Rawlins closed with the wager, and Bettles hugged Kearns +ecstatically. +</P> + +<P> +"By Yupiter, I ban take that bet," Olaf Henderson said, dragging +Daylight away from Bettles and Kearns. +</P> + +<P> +"Winner pays!" Daylight shouted, closing the wager. +</P> + +<P> +"And I'm sure going to win, and sixty days is a long time between +drinks, so I pay now. Name your brand, you hoochinoos! Name your +brand!" +</P> + +<P> +Bettles, a glass of whiskey in hand, climbed back on his chair, and +swaying back and forth, sang the one song he knew:— +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + "O, it's Henry Ward Beecher<BR> + And Sunday-school teachers<BR> + All sing of the sassafras-root;<BR> + But you bet all the same,<BR> + If it had its right name<BR> + It's the juice of the forbidden fruit."<BR> +</P> + +<P> +The crowd roared out the chorus:— +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + "But you bet all the same<BR> + If it had its right name<BR> + It's the juice of the forbidden fruit."<BR> +</P> + +<P> +Somebody opened the outer door. A vague gray light filtered in. +</P> + +<P> +"Burning daylight, burning daylight," some one called warningly. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight paused for nothing, heading for the door and pulling down his +ear-flaps. Kama stood outside by the sled, a long, narrow affair, +sixteen inches wide and seven and a half feet in length, its slatted +bottom raised six inches above the steel-shod runners. On it, lashed +with thongs of moose-hide, were the light canvas bags that contained +the mail, and the food and gear for dogs and men. In front of it, in a +single line, lay curled five frost-rimed dogs. They were huskies, +matched in size and color, all unusually large and all gray. From +their cruel jaws to their bushy tails they were as like as peas in +their likeness to timber-wolves. Wolves they were, domesticated, it +was true, but wolves in appearance and in all their characteristics. +On top the sled load, thrust under the lashings and ready for immediate +use, were two pairs of snowshoes. +</P> + +<P> +Bettles pointed to a robe of Arctic hare skins, the end of which showed +in the mouth of a bag. +</P> + +<P> +"That's his bed," he said. "Six pounds of rabbit skins. Warmest thing +he ever slept under, but I'm damned if it could keep me warm, and I can +go some myself. Daylight's a hell-fire furnace, that's what he is." +</P> + +<P> +"I'd hate to be that Indian," Doc Watson remarked. +</P> + +<P> +"He'll kill'm, he'll kill'm sure," Bettles chanted exultantly. "I know. +I've ben with Daylight on trail. That man ain't never ben tired in his +life. Don't know what it means. I seen him travel all day with wet +socks at forty-five below. There ain't another man living can do that." +</P> + +<P> +While this talk went on, Daylight was saying good-by to those that +clustered around him. The Virgin wanted to kiss him, and, fuddled +slightly though he was with the whiskey, he saw his way out without +compromising with the apron-string. He kissed the Virgin, but he +kissed the other three women with equal partiality. He pulled on his +long mittens, roused the dogs to their feet, and took his Place at the +gee-pole.[4] +</P> + +<P> +"Mush, you beauties!" he cried. +</P> + +<P> +The animals threw their weights against their breastbands on the +instant, crouching low to the snow, and digging in their claws. They +whined eagerly, and before the sled had gone half a dozen lengths both +Daylight and Kama (in the rear) were running to keep up. And so, +running, man and dogs dipped over the bank and down to the frozen bed +of the Yukon, and in the gray light were gone. +</P> + +<BR> + +<P CLASS="footnote"> +[1] Tenderfeet. +</P> + +<P CLASS="footnote"> +[2] Old-timers. +</P> + +<P CLASS="footnote"> +[3] Muc-luc: a water-tight, Eskimo boot, made from walrus-hide and +trimmed with fur. +</P> + +<P CLASS="footnote"> +[4] A gee-pole: stout pole projecting forward from one side of the +front end of the sled, by which the sled is steered. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0104"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER IV +</H3> + +<P> +On the river, where was a packed trail and where snowshoes were +unnecessary, the dogs averaged six miles an hour. To keep up with +them, the two men were compelled to run. Daylight and Kama relieved +each other regularly at the gee-pole, for here was the hard work of +steering the flying sled and of keeping in advance of it. The man +relieved dropped behind the sled, occasionally leaping upon it and +resting. +</P> + +<P> +It was severe work, but of the sort that was exhilarating. +</P> + +<P> +They were flying, getting over the ground, making the most of the +packed trail. Later on they would come to the unbroken trail, where +three miles an hour would constitute good going. Then there would be +no riding and resting, and no running. Then the gee-pole would be the +easier task, and a man would come back to it to rest after having +completed his spell to the fore, breaking trail with the snowshoes for +the dogs. Such work was far from exhilarating also, they must expect +places where for miles at a time they must toil over chaotic ice-jams, +where they would be fortunate if they made two miles an hour. And +there would be the inevitable bad jams, short ones, it was true, but so +bad that a mile an hour would require terrific effort. Kama and +Daylight did not talk. In the nature of the work they could not, nor +in their own natures were they given to talking while they worked. At +rare intervals, when necessary, they addressed each other in +monosyllables, Kama, for the most part, contenting himself with grunts. +Occasionally a dog whined or snarled, but in the main the team kept +silent. Only could be heard the sharp, jarring grate of the steel +runners over the hard surface and the creak of the straining sled. +</P> + +<P> +As if through a wall, Daylight had passed from the hum and roar of the +Tivoli into another world—a world of silence and immobility. Nothing +stirred. The Yukon slept under a coat of ice three feet thick. No +breath of wind blew. Nor did the sap move in the hearts of the spruce +trees that forested the river banks on either hand. The trees, +burdened with the last infinitesimal pennyweight of snow their branches +could hold, stood in absolute petrifaction. The slightest tremor would +have dislodged the snow, and no snow was dislodged. The sled was the +one point of life and motion in the midst of the solemn quietude, and +the harsh churn of its runners but emphasized the silence through which +it moved. +</P> + +<P> +It was a dead world, and furthermore, a gray world. The weather was +sharp and clear; there was no moisture in the atmosphere, no fog nor +haze; yet the sky was a gray pall. The reason for this was that, +though there was no cloud in the sky to dim the brightness of day, +there was no sun to give brightness. Far to the south the sun climbed +steadily to meridian, but between it and the frozen Yukon intervened +the bulge of the earth. The Yukon lay in a night shadow, and the day +itself was in reality a long twilight-light. At a quarter before +twelve, where a wide bend of the river gave a long vista south, the sun +showed its upper rim above the sky-line. But it did not rise +perpendicularly. Instead, it rose on a slant, so that by high noon it +had barely lifted its lower rim clear of the horizon. It was a dim, +wan sun. There was no heat to its rays, and a man could gaze squarely +into the full orb of it without hurt to his eyes. No sooner had it +reached meridian than it began its slant back beneath the horizon, and +at quarter past twelve the earth threw its shadow again over the land. +</P> + +<P> +The men and dogs raced on. Daylight and Kama were both savages so far +as their stomachs were concerned. They could eat irregularly in time +and quantity, gorging hugely on occasion, and on occasion going long +stretches without eating at all. As for the dogs, they ate but once a +day, and then rarely did they receive more than a pound each of dried +fish. They were ravenously hungry and at the same time splendidly in +condition. Like the wolves, their forebears, their nutritive processes +were rigidly economical and perfect. There was no waste. The last +least particle of what they consumed was transformed into energy. +</P> + +<P> +And Kama and Daylight were like them. Descended themselves from the +generations that had endured, they, too, endured. Theirs was the +simple, elemental economy. A little food equipped them with prodigious +energy. Nothing was lost. A man of soft civilization, sitting at a +desk, would have grown lean and woe-begone on the fare that kept Kama +and Daylight at the top-notch of physical efficiency. They knew, as +the man at the desk never knows, what it is to be normally hungry all +the time, so that they could eat any time. Their appetites were always +with them and on edge, so that they bit voraciously into whatever +offered and with an entire innocence of indigestion. +</P> + +<P> +By three in the afternoon the long twilight faded into night. The stars +came out, very near and sharp and bright, and by their light dogs and +men still kept the trail. They were indefatigable. And this was no +record run of a single day, but the first day of sixty such days. +Though Daylight had passed a night without sleep, a night of dancing +and carouse, it seemed to have left no effect. For this there were two +explanations first, his remarkable vitality; and next, the fact that +such nights were rare in his experience. Again enters the man at the +desk, whose physical efficiency would be more hurt by a cup of coffee +at bedtime than could Daylight's by a whole night long of strong drink +and excitement. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight travelled without a watch, feeling the passage of time and +largely estimating it by subconscious processes. By what he considered +must be six o'clock, he began looking for a camping-place. The trail, +at a bend, plunged out across the river. Not having found a likely +spot, they held on for the opposite bank a mile away. But midway they +encountered an ice-jam which took an hour of heavy work to cross. At +last Daylight glimpsed what he was looking for, a dead tree close by +the bank. The sled was run in and up. Kama grunted with satisfaction, +and the work of making camp was begun. +</P> + +<P> +The division of labor was excellent. Each knew what he must do. With +one ax Daylight chopped down the dead pine. Kama, with a snowshoe and +the other ax, cleared away the two feet of snow above the Yukon ice and +chopped a supply of ice for cooking purposes. A piece of dry birch +bark started the fire, and Daylight went ahead with the cooking while +the Indian unloaded the sled and fed the dogs their ration of dried +fish. The food sacks he slung high in the trees beyond leaping-reach +of the huskies. Next, he chopped down a young spruce tree and trimmed +off the boughs. Close to the fire he trampled down the soft snow and +covered the packed space with the boughs. On this flooring he tossed +his own and Daylight's gear-bags, containing dry socks and underwear +and their sleeping-robes. Kama, however, had two robes of rabbit skin +to Daylight's one. +</P> + +<P> +They worked on steadily, without speaking, losing no time. Each did +whatever was needed, without thought of leaving to the other the least +task that presented itself to hand. Thus, Kama saw when more ice was +needed and went and got it, while a snowshoe, pushed over by the lunge +of a dog, was stuck on end again by Daylight. While coffee was +boiling, bacon frying, and flapjacks were being mixed, Daylight found +time to put on a big pot of beans. Kama came back, sat down on the +edge of the spruce boughs, and in the interval of waiting, mended +harness. +</P> + +<P> +"I t'ink dat Skookum and Booga make um plenty fight maybe," Kama +remarked, as they sat down to eat. +</P> + +<P> +"Keep an eye on them," was Daylight's answer. +</P> + +<P> +And this was their sole conversation throughout the meal. Once, with a +muttered imprecation, Kama leaped away, a stick of firewood in hand, +and clubbed apart a tangle of fighting dogs. Daylight, between +mouthfuls, fed chunks of ice into the tin pot, where it thawed into +water. The meal finished, Kama replenished the fire, cut more wood for +the morning, and returned to the spruce bough bed and his +harness-mending. Daylight cut up generous chunks of bacon and dropped +them in the pot of bubbling beans. The moccasins of both men were wet, +and this in spite of the intense cold; so when there was no further +need for them to leave the oasis of spruce boughs, they took off their +moccasins and hung them on short sticks to dry before the fire, turning +them about from time to time. When the beans were finally cooked, +Daylight ran part of them into a bag of flour-sacking a foot and a half +long and three inches in diameter. This he then laid on the snow to +freeze. The remainder of the beans were left in the pot for breakfast. +</P> + +<P> +It was past nine o'clock, and they were ready for bed. The squabbling +and bickering among the dogs had long since died down, and the weary +animals were curled in the snow, each with his feet and nose bunched +together and covered by his wolf's brush of a tail. Kama spread his +sleeping-furs and lighted his pipe. Daylight rolled a brown-paper +cigarette, and the second conversation of the evening took place. +</P> + +<P> +"I think we come near sixty miles," said Daylight. +</P> + +<P> +"Um, I t'ink so," said Kama. +</P> + +<P> +They rolled into their robes, all-standing, each with a woolen Mackinaw +jacket on in place of the parkas[5] they had worn all day. Swiftly, +almost on the instant they closed their eyes, they were asleep. The +stars leaped and danced in the frosty air, and overhead the colored +bars of the aurora borealis were shooting like great searchlights. +</P> + +<P> +In the darkness Daylight awoke and roused Kama. Though the aurora +still flamed, another day had begun. Warmed-over flapjacks, +warmed-over beans, fried bacon, and coffee composed the breakfast. The +dogs got nothing, though they watched with wistful mien from a +distance, sitting up in the snow, their tails curled around their paws. +Occasionally they lifted one fore paw or the other, with a restless +movement, as if the frost tingled in their feet. It was bitter cold, +at least sixty-five below zero, and when Kama harnessed the dogs with +naked hands he was compelled several times to go over to the fire and +warm the numbing finger-tips. Together the two men loaded and lashed +the sled. They warmed their hands for the last time, pulled on their +mittens, and mushed the dogs over the bank and down to the river-trail. +According to Daylight's estimate, it was around seven o'clock; but the +stars danced just as brilliantly, and faint, luminous streaks of +greenish aurora still pulsed overhead. +</P> + +<P> +Two hours later it became suddenly dark—so dark that they kept to the +trail largely by instinct; and Daylight knew that his time-estimate had +been right. It was the darkness before dawn, never anywhere more +conspicuous than on the Alaskan winter-trail. +</P> + +<P> +Slowly the gray light came stealing through the gloom, imperceptibly at +first, so that it was almost with surprise that they noticed the vague +loom of the trail underfoot. Next, they were able to see the +wheel-dog, and then the whole string of running dogs and snow-stretches +on either side. Then the near bank loomed for a moment and was gone, +loomed a second time and remained. In a few minutes the far bank, a +mile away, unobtrusively came into view, and ahead and behind, the +whole frozen river could be seen, with off to the left a wide-extending +range of sharp-cut, snow-covered mountains. And that was all. No sun +arose. The gray light remained gray. +</P> + +<P> +Once, during the day, a lynx leaped lightly across the trail, under the +very nose of the lead-dog, and vanished in the white woods. The dogs' +wild impulses roused. They raised the hunting-cry of the pack, surged +against their collars, and swerved aside in pursuit. Daylight, yelling +"Whoa!" struggled with the gee-pole and managed to overturn the sled +into the soft snow. The dogs gave up, the sled was righted, and five +minutes later they were flying along the hard-packed trail again. The +lynx was the only sign of life they had seen in two days, and it, +leaping velvet-footed and vanishing, had been more like an apparition. +</P> + +<P> +At twelve o'clock, when the sun peeped over the earth-bulge, they +stopped and built a small fire on the ice. Daylight, with the ax, +chopped chunks off the frozen sausage of beans. These, thawed and +warmed in the frying-pan, constituted their meal. They had no coffee. +He did not believe in the burning of daylight for such a luxury. The +dogs stopped wrangling with one another, and looked on wistfully. Only +at night did they get their pound of fish. In the meantime they worked. +</P> + +<P> +The cold snap continued. Only men of iron kept the trail at such low +temperatures, and Kama and Daylight were picked men of their races. +But Kama knew the other was the better man, and thus, at the start, he +was himself foredoomed to defeat. Not that he slackened his effort or +willingness by the slightest conscious degree, but that he was beaten +by the burden he carried in his mind. His attitude toward Daylight was +worshipful. Stoical, taciturn, proud of his physical prowess, he found +all these qualities incarnated in his white companion. Here was one +that excelled in the things worth excelling in, a man-god ready to +hand, and Kama could not but worship—withal he gave no signs of it. +No wonder the race of white men conquered, was his thought, when it +bred men like this man. What chance had the Indian against such a +dogged, enduring breed? Even the Indians did not travel at such low +temperatures, and theirs was the wisdom of thousands of generations; +yet here was this Daylight, from the soft Southland, harder than they, +laughing at their fears, and swinging along the trail ten and twelve +hours a day. And this Daylight thought that he could keep up a day's +pace of thirty-three miles for sixty days! Wait till a fresh fall of +snow came down, or they struck the unbroken trail or the rotten rim-ice +that fringed open water. +</P> + +<P> +In the meantime Kama kept the pace, never grumbling, never shirking. +Sixty-five degrees below zero is very cold. Since water freezes at +thirty-two above, sixty-five below meant ninety-seven degrees below +freezing-point. Some idea of the significance of this may be gained by +conceiving of an equal difference of temperature in the opposite +direction. One hundred and twenty-nine on the thermometer constitutes +a very hot day, yet such a temperature is but ninety-seven degrees +above freezing. Double this difference, and possibly some slight +conception may be gained of the cold through which Kama and Daylight +travelled between dark and dark and through the dark. +</P> + +<P> +Kama froze the skin on his cheek-bones, despite frequent rubbings, and +the flesh turned black and sore. Also he slightly froze the edges of +his lung-tissues—a dangerous thing, and the basic reason why a man +should not unduly exert himself in the open at sixty-five below. But +Kama never complained, and Daylight was a furnace of heat, sleeping as +warmly under his six pounds of rabbit skins as the other did under +twelve pounds. +</P> + +<P> +On the second night, fifty more miles to the good, they camped in the +vicinity of the boundary between Alaska and the Northwest Territory. +The rest of the journey, save the last short stretch to Dyea, would be +travelled on Canadian territory. With the hard trail, and in the +absence of fresh snow, Daylight planned to make the camp of Forty Mile +on the fourth night. He told Kama as much, but on the third day the +temperature began to rise, and they knew snow was not far off; for on +the Yukon it must get warm in order to snow. Also, on this day, they +encountered ten miles of chaotic ice-jams, where, a thousand times, +they lifted the loaded sled over the huge cakes by the strength of +their arms and lowered it down again. Here the dogs were well-nigh +useless, and both they and the men were tried excessively by the +roughness of the way. An hour's extra running that night caught up +only part of the lost time. +</P> + +<P> +In the morning they awoke to find ten inches of snow on their robes. +The dogs were buried under it and were loath to leave their comfortable +nests. This new snow meant hard going. The sled runners would not +slide over it so well, while one of the men must go in advance of the +dogs and pack it down with snowshoes so that they should not wallow. +Quite different was it from the ordinary snow known to those of the +Southland. It was hard, and fine, and dry. It was more like sugar. +Kick it, and it flew with a hissing noise like sand. There was no +cohesion among the particles, and it could not be moulded into +snowballs. It was not composed of flakes, but of crystals—tiny, +geometrical frost-crystals. In truth, it was not snow, but frost. +</P> + +<P> +The weather was warm, as well, barely twenty below zero, and the two +men, with raised ear-flaps and dangling mittens, sweated as they +toiled. They failed to make Forty Mile that night, and when they +passed that camp next day Daylight paused only long enough to get the +mail and additional grub. On the afternoon of the following day they +camped at the mouth of the Klondike River. Not a soul had they +encountered since Forty Mile, and they had made their own trail. As +yet, that winter, no one had travelled the river south of Forty Mile, +and, for that matter, the whole winter through they might be the only +ones to travel it. In that day the Yukon was a lonely land. Between +the Klondike River and Salt Water at Dyea intervened six hundred miles +of snow-covered wilderness, and in all that distance there were but two +places where Daylight might look forward to meeting men. Both were +isolated trading-posts, Sixty Mile and Fort Selkirk. In the +summer-time Indians might be met with at the mouths of the Stewart and +White rivers, at the Big and Little Salmons, and on Lake Le Barge; but +in the winter, as he well knew, they would be on the trail of the +moose-herds, following them back into the mountains. +</P> + +<P> +That night, camped at the mouth of the Klondike, Daylight did not turn +in when the evening's work was done. Had a white man been present, +Daylight would have remarked that he felt his "hunch" working. As it +was, he tied on his snowshoes, left the dogs curled in the snow and +Kama breathing heavily under his rabbit skins, and climbed up to the +big flat above the high earth-bank. But the spruce trees were too thick +for an outlook, and he threaded his way across the flat and up the +first steep slopes of the mountain at the back. Here, flowing in from +the east at right angles, he could see the Klondike, and, bending +grandly from the south, the Yukon. To the left, and downstream, toward +Moosehide Mountain, the huge splash of white, from which it took its +name, showing clearly in the starlight. Lieutenant Schwatka had given +it its name, but he, Daylight, had first seen it long before that +intrepid explorer had crossed the Chilcoot and rafted down the Yukon. +</P> + +<P> +But the mountain received only passing notice. Daylight's interest was +centered in the big flat itself, with deep water all along its edge for +steamboat landings. +</P> + +<P> +"A sure enough likely town site," he muttered. "Room for a camp of +forty thousand men. All that's needed is the gold-strike." He +meditated for a space. "Ten dollars to the pan'll do it, and it'd be +the all-firedest stampede Alaska ever seen. And if it don't come here, +it'll come somewhere hereabouts. It's a sure good idea to keep an eye +out for town sites all the way up." +</P> + +<P> +He stood a while longer, gazing out over the lonely flat and visioning +with constructive imagination the scene if the stampede did come. In +fancy, he placed the sawmills, the big trading stores, the saloons, and +dance-halls, and the long streets of miners' cabins. And along those +streets he saw thousands of men passing up and down, while before the +stores were the heavy freighting-sleds, with long strings of dogs +attached. Also he saw the heavy freighters pulling down the main +street and heading up the frozen Klondike toward the imagined somewhere +where the diggings must be located. +</P> + +<P> +He laughed and shook the vision from his eyes, descended to the level, +and crossed the flat to camp. Five minutes after he had rolled up in +his robe, he opened his eyes and sat up, amazed that he was not already +asleep. He glanced at the Indian sleeping beside him, at the embers of +the dying fire, at the five dogs beyond, with their wolf's brushes +curled over their noses, and at the four snowshoes standing upright in +the snow. +</P> + +<P> +"It's sure hell the way that hunch works on me" he murmured. His mind +reverted to the poker game. "Four kings!" He grinned reminiscently. +"That WAS a hunch!" +</P> + +<P> +He lay down again, pulled the edge of the robe around his neck and over +his ear-flaps, closed his eyes, and this time fell asleep. +</P> + +<BR> + +<P CLASS="footnote"> +[5] Parka: a light, hooded, smock-like garment made of cotton drill. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0105"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER V +</H3> + +<P> +At Sixty Mile they restocked provisions, added a few pounds of letters +to their load, and held steadily on. From Forty Mile they had had +unbroken trail, and they could look forward only to unbroken trail +clear to Dyea. Daylight stood it magnificently, but the killing pace +was beginning to tell on Kama. His pride kept his mouth shut, but the +result of the chilling of his lungs in the cold snap could not be +concealed. Microscopically small had been the edges of the lung-tissue +touched by the frost, but they now began to slough off, giving rise to +a dry, hacking cough. Any unusually severe exertion precipitated +spells of coughing, during which he was almost like a man in a fit. +The blood congested in his eyes till they bulged, while the tears ran +down his cheeks. A whiff of the smoke from frying bacon would start +him off for a half-hour's paroxysm, and he kept carefully to windward +when Daylight was cooking. +</P> + +<P> +They plodded days upon days and without end over the soft, unpacked +snow. It was hard, monotonous work, with none of the joy and +blood-stir that went with flying over hard surface. Now one man to the +fore in the snowshoes, and now the other, it was a case of stubborn, +unmitigated plod. A yard of powdery snow had to be pressed down, and +the wide-webbed shoe, under a man's weight, sank a full dozen inches +into the soft surface. Snowshoe work, under such conditions, called +for the use of muscles other than those used in ordinary walking. From +step to step the rising foot could not come up and forward on a slant. +It had to be raised perpendicularly. When the snowshoe was pressed +into the snow, its nose was confronted by a vertical wall of snow +twelve inches high. If the foot, in rising, slanted forward the +slightest bit, the nose of the shoe penetrated the obstructing wall and +tipped downward till the heel of the shoe struck the man's leg behind. +Thus up, straight up, twelve inches, each foot must be raised every +time and all the time, ere the forward swing from the knee could begin. +</P> + +<P> +On this partially packed surface followed the dogs, the man at the +gee-pole, and the sled. At the best, toiling as only picked men could +toil, they made no more than three miles an hour. This meant longer +hours of travel, and Daylight, for good measure and for a margin +against accidents, hit the trail for twelve hours a day. Since three +hours were consumed by making camp at night and cooking beans, by +getting breakfast in the morning and breaking camp, and by thawing +beans at the midday halt, nine hours were left for sleep and +recuperation, and neither men nor dogs wasted many minutes of those +nine hours. +</P> + +<P> +At Selkirk, the trading post near Pelly River, Daylight suggested that +Kama lay over, rejoining him on the back trip from Dyea. A strayed +Indian from Lake Le Barge was willing to take his place; but Kama was +obdurate. He grunted with a slight intonation of resentment, and that +was all. The dogs, however, Daylight changed, leaving his own +exhausted team to rest up against his return, while he went on with six +fresh dogs. +</P> + +<P> +They travelled till ten o'clock the night they reached Selkirk, and at +six next morning they plunged ahead into the next stretch of wilderness +of nearly five hundred miles that lay between Selkirk and Dyea. A +second cold snap came on, but cold or warm it was all the same, an +unbroken trail. When the thermometer went down to fifty below, it was +even harder to travel, for at that low temperature the hard +frost-crystals were more like sand-grains in the resistance they +offered to the sled runners. The dogs had to pull harder than over the +same snow at twenty or thirty below zero. Daylight increased the day's +travel to thirteen hours. He jealously guarded the margin he had +gained, for he knew there were difficult stretches to come. +</P> + +<P> +It was not yet quite midwinter, and the turbulent Fifty Mile River +vindicated his judgment. In many places it ran wide open, with +precarious rim-ice fringing it on either side. In numerous places, +where the water dashed against the steep-sided bluffs, rim-ice was +unable to form. They turned and twisted, now crossing the river, now +coming back again, sometimes making half a dozen attempts before they +found a way over a particularly bad stretch. It was slow work. The +ice-bridges had to be tested, and either Daylight or Kama went in +advance, snowshoes on their feet, and long poles carried crosswise in +their hands. Thus, if they broke through, they could cling to the pole +that bridged the hole made by their bodies. Several such accidents +were the share of each. At fifty below zero, a man wet to the waist +cannot travel without freezing; so each ducking meant delay. As soon +as rescued, the wet man ran up and down to keep up his circulation, +while his dry companion built a fire. Thus protected, a change of +garments could be made and the wet ones dried against the next +misadventure. +</P> + +<P> +To make matters worse, this dangerous river travel could not be done in +the dark, and their working day was reduced to the six hours of +twilight. Every moment was precious, and they strove never to lose +one. Thus, before the first hint of the coming of gray day, camp was +broken, sled loaded, dogs harnessed, and the two men crouched waiting +over the fire. Nor did they make the midday halt to eat. As it was, +they were running far behind their schedule, each day eating into the +margin they had run up. There were days when they made fifteen miles, +and days when they made a dozen. And there was one bad stretch where +in two days they covered nine miles, being compelled to turn their +backs three times on the river and to portage sled and outfit over the +mountains. +</P> + +<P> +At last they cleared the dread Fifty Mile River and came out on Lake Le +Barge. Here was no open water nor jammed ice. For thirty miles or +more the snow lay level as a table; withal it lay three feet deep and +was soft as flour. Three miles an hour was the best they could make, +but Daylight celebrated the passing of the Fifty Mile by traveling +late. At eleven in the morning they emerged at the foot of the lake. +At three in the afternoon, as the Arctic night closed down, he caught +his first sight of the head of the lake, and with the first stars took +his bearings. At eight in the evening they left the lake behind and +entered the mouth of the Lewes River. Here a halt of half an hour was +made, while chunks of frozen boiled beans were thawed and the dogs were +given an extra ration of fish. Then they pulled on up the river till +one in the morning, when they made their regular camp. +</P> + +<P> +They had hit the trail sixteen hours on end that day, the dogs had come +in too tired to fight among themselves or even snarl, and Kama had +perceptibly limped the last several miles; yet Daylight was on trail +next morning at six o'clock. By eleven he was at the foot of White +Horse, and that night saw him camped beyond the Box Canon, the last bad +river-stretch behind him, the string of lakes before him. +</P> + +<P> +There was no let up in his pace. Twelve hours a day, six in the +twilight, and six in the dark, they toiled on the trail. Three hours +were consumed in cooking, repairing harnesses, and making and breaking +camp, and the remaining nine hours dogs and men slept as if dead. The +iron strength of Kama broke. Day by day the terrific toil sapped him. +Day by day he consumed more of his reserves of strength. He became +slower of movement, the resiliency went out of his muscles, and his +limp became permanent. Yet he labored stoically on, never shirking, +never grunting a hint of complaint. Daylight was thin-faced and tired. +</P> + +<P> +He looked tired; yet somehow, with that marvelous mechanism of a body +that was his, he drove on, ever on, remorselessly on. Never was he +more a god in Kama's mind than in the last days of the south-bound +traverse, as the failing Indian watched him, ever to the fore, pressing +onward with urgency of endurance such as Kama had never seen nor +dreamed could thrive in human form. +</P> + +<P> +The time came when Kama was unable to go in the lead and break trail, +and it was a proof that he was far gone when he permitted Daylight to +toil all day at the heavy snowshoe work. Lake by lake they crossed the +string of lakes from Marsh to Linderman, and began the ascent of +Chilcoot. By all rights, Daylight should have camped below the last +pitch of the pass at the dim end of day; but he kept on and over and +down to Sheep Camp, while behind him raged a snow-storm that would have +delayed him twenty-four hours. +</P> + +<P> +This last excessive strain broke Kama completely. In the morning he +could not travel. At five, when called, he sat up after a struggle, +groaned, and sank back again. Daylight did the camp work of both, +harnessed the dogs, and, when ready for the start, rolled the helpless +Indian in all three sleeping robes and lashed him on top of the sled. +The going was good; they were on the last lap; and he raced the dogs +down through Dyea Canon and along the hard-packed trail that led to +Dyea Post. And running still, Kama groaning on top the load, and +Daylight leaping at the gee-pole to avoid going under the runners of +the flying sled, they arrived at Dyea by the sea. +</P> + +<P> +True to his promise, Daylight did not stop. An hour's time saw the +sled loaded with the ingoing mail and grub, fresh dogs harnessed, and a +fresh Indian engaged. Kama never spoke from the time of his arrival +till the moment Daylight, ready to depart, stood beside him to say +good-by. They shook hands. +</P> + +<P> +"You kill um dat damn Indian," Kama said. "Sawee, Daylight? You kill +um." +</P> + +<P> +"He'll sure last as far as Pelly," Daylight grinned. +</P> + +<P> +Kama shook his head doubtfully, and rolled over on his side, turning +his back in token of farewell. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight won across Chilcoot that same day, dropping down five hundred +feet in the darkness and the flurrying snow to Crater Lake, where he +camped. It was a 'cold' camp, far above the timber-line, and he had +not burdened his sled with firewood. That night three feet of snow +covered them, and in the black morning, when they dug themselves out, +the Indian tried to desert. He had had enough of traveling with what +he considered a madman. But Daylight persuaded him in grim ways to +stay by the outfit, and they pulled on across Deep Lake and Long Lake +and dropped down to the level-going of Lake Linderman. It was the same +killing pace going in as coming out, and the Indian did not stand it as +well as Kama. He, too, never complained. Nor did he try again to +desert. He toiled on and did his best, while he renewed his resolve to +steer clear of Daylight in the future. The days slipped into days, +nights and twilight's alternating, cold snaps gave way to snow-falls, +and cold snaps came on again, and all the while, through the long +hours, the miles piled up behind them. +</P> + +<P> +But on the Fifty Mile accident befell them. Crossing an ice-bridge, +the dogs broke through and were swept under the down-stream ice. The +traces that connected the team with the wheel-dog parted, and the team +was never seen again. Only the one wheel-dog remained, and Daylight +harnessed the Indian and himself to the sled. But a man cannot take +the place of a dog at such work, and the two men were attempting to do +the work of five dogs. At the end of the first hour, Daylight +lightened up. Dog-food, extra gear, and the spare ax were thrown away. +Under the extraordinary exertion the dog snapped a tendon the following +day, and was hopelessly disabled. Daylight shot it, and abandoned the +sled. On his back he took one hundred and sixty pounds of mail and +grub, and on the Indian's put one hundred and twenty-five pounds. The +stripping of gear was remorseless. The Indian was appalled when he saw +every pound of worthless mail matter retained, while beans, cups, +pails, plates, and extra clothing were thrown by the board. One robe +each was kept, one ax, one tin pail, and a scant supply of bacon and +flour. Bacon could be eaten raw on a pinch, and flour, stirred in hot +water, could keep men going. Even the rifle and the score of rounds of +ammunition were left behind. +</P> + +<P> +And in this fashion they covered the two hundred miles to Selkirk. +Daylight travelled late and early, the hours formerly used by +camp-making and dog-tending being now devoted to the trail. At night +they crouched over a small fire, wrapped in their robes, drinking flour +broth and thawing bacon on the ends of sticks; and in the morning +darkness, without a word, they arose, slipped on their packs, adjusted +head-straps, and hit the trail. The last miles into Selkirk, Daylight +drove the Indian before him, a hollow-cheeked, gaunt-eyed wraith of a +man who else would have lain down and slept or abandoned his burden of +mail. +</P> + +<P> +At Selkirk, the old team of dogs, fresh and in condition, were +harnessed, and the same day saw Daylight plodding on, alternating +places at the gee-pole, as a matter of course, with the Le Barge Indian +who had volunteered on the way out. Daylight was two days behind his +schedule, and falling snow and unpacked trail kept him two days behind +all the way to Forty Mile. And here the weather favored. It was time +for a big cold snap, and he gambled on it, cutting down the weight of +grub for dogs and men. The men of Forty Mile shook their heads +ominously, and demanded to know what he would do if the snow still fell. +</P> + +<P> +"That cold snap's sure got to come," he laughed, and mushed out on the +trail. +</P> + +<P> +A number of sleds had passed back and forth already that winter between +Forty Mile and Circle City, and the trail was well packed. And the +cold snap came and remained, and Circle City was only two hundred miles +away. The Le Barge Indian was a young man, unlearned yet in his own +limitations, and filled with pride. +</P> + +<P> +He took Daylight's pace with joy, and even dreamed, at first, that he +would play the white man out. The first hundred miles he looked for +signs of weakening, and marveled that he saw them not. +</P> + +<P> +Throughout the second hundred miles he observed signs in himself, and +gritted his teeth and kept up. And ever Daylight flew on and on, +running at the gee-pole or resting his spell on top the flying sled. +The last day, clearer and colder than ever, gave perfect going, and +they covered seventy miles. It was ten at night when they pulled up +the earth-bank and flew along the main street of Circle City; and the +young Indian, though it was his spell to ride, leaped off and ran +behind the sled. It was honorable braggadocio, and despite the fact +that he had found his limitations and was pressing desperately against +them, he ran gamely on. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0106"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER VI +</H3> + +<P> +A crowd filled the Tivoli—the old crowd that had seen Daylight depart +two months before; for this was the night of the sixtieth day, and +opinion was divided as ever as to whether or not he would compass the +achievement. At ten o'clock bets were still being made, though the +odds rose, bet by bet, against his success. Down in her heart the +Virgin believed he had failed, yet she made a bet of twenty ounces with +Charley Bates, against forty ounces, that Daylight would arrive before +midnight. +</P> + +<P> +She it was who heard the first yelps of the dogs. +</P> + +<P> +"Listen!" she cried. "It's Daylight!" +</P> + +<P> +There was a general stampede for the door; but where the double +storm-doors were thrown wide open, the crowd fell back. They heard the +eager whining of dogs, the snap of a dog-whip, and the voice of +Daylight crying encouragement as the weary animals capped all they had +done by dragging the sled in over the wooden floor. They came in with +a rush, and with them rushed in the frost, a visible vapor of smoking +white, through which their heads and backs showed, as they strained in +the harness, till they had all the seeming of swimming in a river. +Behind them, at the gee-pole, came Daylight, hidden to the knees by the +swirling frost through which he appeared to wade. +</P> + +<P> +He was the same old Daylight, withal lean and tired-looking, and his +black eyes were sparkling and flashing brighter than ever. His parka of +cotton drill hooded him like a monk, and fell in straight lines to his +knees. Grimed and scorched by camp-smoke and fire, the garment in +itself told the story of his trip. A two-months' beard covered his +face; and the beard, in turn, was matted with the ice of his breathing +through the long seventy-mile run. +</P> + +<P> +His entry was spectacular, melodramatic; and he knew it. It was his +life, and he was living it at the top of his bent. Among his fellows +he was a great man, an Arctic hero. He was proud of the fact, and it +was a high moment for him, fresh from two thousand miles of trail, to +come surging into that bar-room, dogs, sled, mail, Indian, +paraphernalia, and all. He had performed one more exploit that would +make the Yukon ring with his name—he, Burning Daylight, the king of +travelers and dog-mushers. +</P> + +<P> +He experienced a thrill of surprise as the roar of welcome went up and +as every familiar detail of the Tivoli greeted his vision—the long bar +and the array of bottles, the gambling games, the big stove, the +weigher at the gold-scales, the musicians, the men and women, the +Virgin, Celia, and Nellie, Dan MacDonald, Bettles, Billy Rawlins, Olaf +Henderson, Doc Watson,—all of them. +</P> + +<P> +It was just as he had left it, and in all seeming it might well be the +very day he had left. The sixty days of incessant travel through the +white wilderness suddenly telescoped, and had no existence in time. +They were a moment, an incident. He had plunged out and into them +through the wall of silence, and back through the wall of silence he +had plunged, apparently the next instant, and into the roar and turmoil +of the Tivoli. +</P> + +<P> +A glance down at the sled with its canvas mail-bags was necessary to +reassure him of the reality of those sixty days and the two thousand +miles over the ice. As in a dream, he shook the hands that were thrust +out to him. He felt a vast exaltation. Life was magnificent. He +loved it all. A great sense of humanness and comradeship swept over +him. These were all his, his own kind. It was immense, tremendous. +He felt melting in the heart of him, and he would have liked to shake +hands with them all at once, to gather them to his breast in one mighty +embrace. +</P> + +<P> +He drew a deep breath and cried: "The winner pays, and I'm the winner, +ain't I? Surge up, you-all Malemutes and Siwashes, and name your +poison! There's your Dyea mail, straight from Salt Water, and no +hornswogglin about it! Cast the lashings adrift, you-all, and wade +into it!" +</P> + +<P> +A dozen pairs of hands were at the sled-lashings, when the young Le +Barge Indian, bending at the same task, suddenly and limply +straightened up. In his eyes was a great surprise. He stared about +him wildly, for the thing he was undergoing was new to him. +</P> + +<P> +He was profoundly struck by an unguessed limitation. He shook as with +a palsy, and he gave at the knees, slowly sinking down to fall suddenly +across the sled and to know the smashing blow of darkness across his +consciousness. +</P> + +<P> +"Exhaustion," said Daylight. "Take him off and put him to bed, some of +you-all. He's sure a good Indian." +</P> + +<P> +"Daylight's right," was Doc Watson's verdict, a moment later. "The +man's plumb tuckered out." +</P> + +<P> +The mail was taken charge of, the dogs driven away to quarters and fed, +and Bettles struck up the paean of the sassafras root as they lined up +against the long bar to drink and talk and collect their debts. +</P> + +<P> +A few minutes later, Daylight was whirling around the dance-floor, +waltzing with the Virgin. He had replaced his parka with his fur cap +and blanket-cloth coat, kicked off his frozen moccasins, and was +dancing in his stocking feet. After wetting himself to the knees late +that afternoon, he had run on without changing his foot-gear, and to +the knees his long German socks were matted with ice. In the warmth of +the room it began to thaw and to break apart in clinging chunks. These +chunks rattled together as his legs flew around, and every little while +they fell clattering to the floor and were slipped upon by the other +dancers. But everybody forgave Daylight. He, who was one of the few +that made the Law in that far land, who set the ethical pace, and by +conduct gave the standard of right and wrong, was nevertheless above +the Law. He was one of those rare and favored mortals who can do no +wrong. What he did had to be right, whether others were permitted or +not to do the same things. Of course, such mortals are so favored by +virtue of the fact that they almost always do the right and do it in +finer and higher ways than other men. So Daylight, an elder hero in +that young land and at the same time younger than most of them, moved +as a creature apart, as a man above men, as a man who was greatly man +and all man. And small wonder it was that the Virgin yielded herself +to his arms, as they danced dance after dance, and was sick at heart at +the knowledge that he found nothing in her more than a good friend and +an excellent dancer. Small consolation it was to know that he had +never loved any woman. She was sick with love of him, and he danced +with her as he would dance with any woman, as he would dance with a man +who was a good dancer and upon whose arm was tied a handkerchief to +conventionalize him into a woman. +</P> + +<P> +One such man Daylight danced with that night. Among frontiersmen it +has always been a test of endurance for one man to whirl another down; +and when Ben Davis, the faro-dealer, a gaudy bandanna on his arm, got +Daylight in a Virginia reel, the fun began. The reel broke up and all +fell back to watch. Around and around the two men whirled, always in +the one direction. Word was passed on into the big bar-room, and bar +and gambling tables were deserted. Everybody wanted to see, and they +packed and jammed the dance-room. The musicians played on and on, and +on and on the two men whirled. Davis was skilled at the trick, and on +the Yukon he had put many a strong man on his back. But after a few +minutes it was clear that he, and not Daylight, was going. +</P> + +<P> +For a while longer they spun around, and then Daylight suddenly stood +still, released his partner, and stepped back, reeling himself, and +fluttering his hands aimlessly, as if to support himself against the +air. But Davis, a giddy smile of consternation on his face, gave +sideways, turned in an attempt to recover balance, and pitched headlong +to the floor. Still reeling and staggering and clutching at the air +with his hands, Daylight caught the nearest girl and started on in a +waltz. Again he had done the big thing. Weary from two thousand miles +over the ice and a run that day of seventy miles, he had whirled a +fresh man down, and that man Ben Davis. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight loved the high places, and though few high places there were +in his narrow experience, he had made a point of sitting in the highest +he had ever glimpsed. The great world had never heard his name, but it +was known far and wide in the vast silent North, by whites and Indians +and Eskimos, from Bering Sea to the Passes, from the head reaches of +remotest rivers to the tundra shore of Point Barrow. Desire for +mastery was strong in him, and it was all one whether wrestling with +the elements themselves, with men, or with luck in a gambling game. It +was all a game, life and its affairs. And he was a gambler to the +core. Risk and chance were meat and drink. True, it was not +altogether blind, for he applied wit and skill and strength; but behind +it all was the everlasting Luck, the thing that at times turned on its +votaries and crushed the wise while it blessed the fools—Luck, the +thing all men sought and dreamed to conquer. And so he. Deep in his +life-processes Life itself sang the siren song of its own majesty, ever +a-whisper and urgent, counseling him that he could achieve more than +other men, win out where they failed, ride to success where they +perished. It was the urge of Life healthy and strong, unaware of +frailty and decay, drunken with sublime complacence, ego-mad, enchanted +by its own mighty optimism. +</P> + +<P> +And ever in vaguest whisperings and clearest trumpet-calls came the +message that sometime, somewhere, somehow, he would run Luck down, make +himself the master of Luck, and tie it and brand it as his own. When +he played poker, the whisper was of four aces and royal flushes. When +he prospected, it was of gold in the grass-roots, gold on bed-rock, and +gold all the way down. At the sharpest hazards of trail and river and +famine, the message was that other men might die, but that he would +pull through triumphant. It was the old, old lie of Life fooling +itself, believing itself—immortal and indestructible, bound to achieve +over other lives and win to its heart's desire. +</P> + +<P> +And so, reversing at times, Daylight waltzed off his dizziness and led +the way to the bar. But a united protest went up. His theory that the +winner paid was no longer to be tolerated. It was contrary to custom +and common sense, and while it emphasized good-fellowship, +nevertheless, in the name of good-fellowship it must cease. The drinks +were rightfully on Ben Davis, and Ben Davis must buy them. +Furthermore, all drinks and general treats that Daylight was guilty of +ought to be paid by the house, for Daylight brought much custom to it +whenever he made a night. Bettles was the spokesman, and his argument, +tersely and offensively vernacular, was unanimously applauded. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight grinned, stepped aside to the roulette-table, and bought a +stack of yellow chips. At the end of ten minutes he weighed in at the +scales, and two thousand dollars in gold-dust was poured into his own +and an extra sack. Luck, a mere flutter of luck, but it was his. +Elation was added to elation. He was living, and the night was his. +He turned upon his well-wishing critics. +</P> + +<P> +"Now the winner sure does pay," he said. +</P> + +<P> +And they surrendered. There was no withstanding Daylight when he +vaulted on the back of life, and rode it bitted and spurred. +</P> + +<P> +At one in the morning he saw Elijah Davis herding Henry Finn and Joe +Hines, the lumber-jack, toward the door. Daylight interfered. +</P> + +<P> +"Where are you-all going?" he demanded, attempting to draw them to the +bar. +</P> + +<P> +"Bed," Elijah Davis answered. +</P> + +<P> +He was a lean tobacco-chewing New Englander, the one daring spirit in +his family that had heard and answered the call of the West shouting +through the Mount Desert back odd-lots. "Got to," Joe Hines added +apologetically. "We're mushing out in the mornin'." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight still detained them. "Where to? What's the excitement?" +</P> + +<P> +"No excitement," Elijah explained. "We're just a-goin' to play your +hunch, an' tackle the Upper Country. Don't you want to come along?" +</P> + +<P> +"I sure do," Daylight affirmed. +</P> + +<P> +But the question had been put in fun, and Elijah ignored the acceptance. +</P> + +<P> +"We're tacklin' the Stewart," he went on. "Al Mayo told me he seen +some likely lookin' bars first time he come down the Stewart, and we're +goin' to sample 'em while the river's froze. You listen, Daylight, an' +mark my words, the time's comin' when winter diggin's'll be all the go. +There'll be men in them days that'll laugh at our summer stratchin' an' +ground-wallerin'." +</P> + +<P> +At that time, winter mining was undreamed of on the Yukon. From the +moss and grass the land was frozen to bed-rock, and frozen gravel, hard +as granite, defied pick and shovel. In the summer the men stripped the +earth down as fast as the sun thawed it. Then was the time they did +their mining. During the winter they freighted their provisions, went +moose-hunting, got all ready for the summer's work, and then loafed the +bleak, dark months through in the big central camps such as Circle City +and Forty Mile. +</P> + +<P> +"Winter diggin's sure comin'," Daylight agreed. "Wait till that big +strike is made up river. Then you-all'll see a new kind of mining. +What's to prevent wood-burning and sinking shafts and drifting along +bed-rock? Won't need to timber. That frozen muck and gravel'll stand +till hell is froze and its mill-tails is turned to ice-cream. Why, +they'll be working pay-streaks a hundred feet deep in them days that's +comin'. I'm sure going along with you-all, Elijah." +</P> + +<P> +Elijah laughed, gathered his two partners up, and was making a second +attempt to reach the door. +</P> + +<P> +"Hold on," Daylight called. "I sure mean it." +</P> + +<P> +The three men turned back suddenly upon him, in their faces surprise, +delight, and incredulity. +</P> + +<P> +"G'wan, you're foolin'," said Finn, the other lumberjack, a quiet, +steady, Wisconsin man. +</P> + +<P> +"There's my dawgs and sled," Daylight answered. "That'll make two +teams and halve the loads—though we-all'll have to travel easy for a +spell, for them dawgs is sure tired." +</P> + +<P> +The three men were overjoyed, but still a trifle incredulous. +</P> + +<P> +"Now look here," Joe Hines blurted out, "none of your foolin, Daylight. +We mean business. Will you come?" +</P> + +<P> +Daylight extended his hand and shook. +</P> + +<P> +"Then you'd best be gettin' to bed," Elijah advised. "We're mushin' out +at six, and four hours' sleep is none so long." +</P> + +<P> +"Mebbe we ought to lay over a day and let him rest up," Finn suggested. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight's pride was touched. +</P> + +<P> +"No you don't," he cried. "We all start at six. What time do you-all +want to be called? Five? All right, I'll rouse you-all out." +</P> + +<P> +"You oughter have some sleep," Elijah counselled gravely. "You can't +go on forever." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight was tired, profoundly tired. Even his iron body acknowledged +weariness. Every muscle was clamoring for bed and rest, was appalled +at continuance of exertion and at thought of the trail again. All this +physical protest welled up into his brain in a wave of revolt. But +deeper down, scornful and defiant, was Life itself, the essential fire +of it, whispering that all Daylight's fellows were looking on, that now +was the time to pile deed upon deed, to flaunt his strength in the face +of strength. It was merely Life, whispering its ancient lies. And in +league with it was whiskey, with all its consummate effrontery and +vain-glory. +</P> + +<P> +"Mebbe you-all think I ain't weaned yet?" Daylight demanded. "Why, I +ain't had a drink, or a dance, or seen a soul in two months. You-all +get to bed. I'll call you-all at five." +</P> + +<P> +And for the rest of the night he danced on in his stocking feet, and at +five in the morning, rapping thunderously on the door of his new +partners' cabin, he could be heard singing the song that had given him +his name:— +</P> + +<P> +"Burning daylight, you-all Stewart River hunchers! Burning daylight! +Burning daylight! Burning daylight!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0107"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER VII +</H3> + +<P> +This time the trail was easier. It was better packed, and they were +not carrying mail against time. The day's run was shorter, and +likewise the hours on trail. On his mail run Daylight had played out +three Indians; but his present partners knew that they must not be +played out when they arrived at the Stewart bars, so they set the +slower pace. And under this milder toil, where his companions +nevertheless grew weary, Daylight recuperated and rested up. At Forty +Mile they laid over two days for the sake of the dogs, and at Sixty +Mile Daylight's team was left with the trader. Unlike Daylight, after +the terrible run from Selkirk to Circle City, they had been unable to +recuperate on the back trail. So the four men pulled on from Sixty +Mile with a fresh team of dogs on Daylight's sled. +</P> + +<P> +The following night they camped in the cluster of islands at the mouth +of the Stewart. Daylight talked town sites, and, though the others +laughed at him, he staked the whole maze of high, wooded islands. +</P> + +<P> +"Just supposing the big strike does come on the Stewart," he argued. +"Mebbe you-all'll be in on it, and then again mebbe you-all won't. But +I sure will. You-all'd better reconsider and go in with me on it." +</P> + +<P> +But they were stubborn. +</P> + +<P> +"You're as bad as Harper and Joe Ladue," said Joe Hines. "They're +always at that game. You know that big flat jest below the Klondike +and under Moosehide Mountain? Well, the recorder at Forty Mile was +tellin' me they staked that not a month ago—The Harper & Ladue Town +Site. Ha! Ha! Ha!" +</P> + +<P> +Elijah and Finn joined him in his laughter; but Daylight was gravely in +earnest. +</P> + +<P> +"There she is!" he cried. "The hunch is working! It's in the air, I +tell you-all! What'd they-all stake the big flat for if they-all +didn't get the hunch? Wish I'd staked it." +</P> + +<P> +The regret in his voice was provocative of a second burst of laughter. +</P> + +<P> +"Laugh, you-all, laugh! That's what's the trouble with you-all. +You-all think gold-hunting is the only way to make a stake. But let me +tell you-all that when the big strike sure does come, you-all'll do a +little surface-scratchin' and muck-raking, but danged little you-all'll +have to show for it. You-all laugh at quicksilver in the riffles and +think flour gold was manufactured by God Almighty for the express +purpose of fooling suckers and chechaquos. Nothing but coarse gold for +you-all, that's your way, not getting half of it out of the ground and +losing into the tailings half of what you-all do get. +</P> + +<P> +"But the men that land big will be them that stake the town sites, +organize the tradin' companies, start the banks—" +</P> + +<P> +Here the explosion of mirth drowned him out. Banks in Alaska! The idea +of it was excruciating. +</P> + +<P> +"Yep, and start the stock exchanges—" +</P> + +<P> +Again they were convulsed. Joe Hines rolled over on his sleeping-robe, +holding his sides. +</P> + +<P> +"And after them will come the big mining sharks that buy whole creeks +where you-all have been scratching like a lot of picayune hens, and +they-all will go to hydraulicking in summer and steam-thawing in +winter—" +</P> + +<P> +Steam-thawing! That was the limit. Daylight was certainly exceeding +himself in his consummate fun-making. Steam-thawing—when even +wood-burning was an untried experiment, a dream in the air! +</P> + +<P> +"Laugh, dang you, laugh! Why your eyes ain't open yet. You-all are a +bunch of little mewing kittens. I tell you-all if that strike comes on +Klondike, Harper and Ladue will be millionaires. And if it comes on +Stewart, you-all watch the Elam Harnish town site boom. In them days, +when you-all come around makin' poor mouths..." He heaved a sigh of +resignation. "Well, I suppose I'll have to give you-all a grub-stake +or soup, or something or other." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight had vision. His scope had been rigidly limited, yet whatever +he saw, he saw big. His mind was orderly, his imagination practical, +and he never dreamed idly. When he superimposed a feverish metropolis +on a waste of timbered, snow-covered flat, he predicated first the +gold-strike that made the city possible, and next he had an eye for +steamboat landings, sawmill and warehouse locations, and all the needs +of a far-northern mining city. But this, in turn, was the mere setting +for something bigger, namely, the play of temperament. Opportunities +swarmed in the streets and buildings and human and economic relations +of the city of his dream. It was a larger table for gambling. The +limit was the sky, with the Southland on one side and the aurora +borealis on the other. The play would be big, bigger than any Yukoner +had ever imagined, and he, Burning Daylight, would see that he got in +on that play. +</P> + +<P> +In the meantime there was naught to show for it but the hunch. But it +was coming. As he would stake his last ounce on a good poker hand, so +he staked his life and effort on the hunch that the future held in +store a big strike on the Upper River. So he and his three companions, +with dogs, and sleds, and snowshoes, toiled up the frozen breast of the +Stewart, toiled on and on through the white wilderness where the +unending stillness was never broken by the voices of men, the stroke of +an ax, or the distant crack of a rifle. They alone moved through the +vast and frozen quiet, little mites of earth-men, crawling their score +of miles a day, melting the ice that they might have water to drink, +camping in the snow at night, their wolf-dogs curled in frost-rimed, +hairy bunches, their eight snowshoes stuck on end in the snow beside +the sleds. +</P> + +<P> +No signs of other men did they see, though once they passed a rude +poling-boat, cached on a platform by the river bank. Whoever had cached +it had never come back for it; and they wondered and mushed on. +Another time they chanced upon the site of an Indian village, but the +Indians had disappeared; undoubtedly they were on the higher reaches of +the Stewart in pursuit of the moose-herds. Two hundred miles up from +the Yukon, they came upon what Elijah decided were the bars mentioned +by Al Mayo. A permanent camp was made, their outfit of food cached on +a high platform to keep it from the dogs, and they started work on the +bars, cutting their way down to gravel through the rim of ice. +</P> + +<P> +It was a hard and simple life. Breakfast over, and they were at work +by the first gray light; and when night descended, they did their +cooking and camp-chores, smoked and yarned for a while, then rolled up +in their sleeping-robes, and slept while the aurora borealis flamed +overhead and the stars leaped and danced in the great cold. Their fare +was monotonous: sour-dough bread, bacon, beans, and an occasional dish +of rice cooked along with a handful of prunes. Fresh meat they failed +to obtain. There was an unwonted absence of animal life. At rare +intervals they chanced upon the trail of a snowshoe rabbit or an +ermine; but in the main it seemed that all life had fled the land. It +was a condition not unknown to them, for in all their experience, at +one time or another, they had travelled one year through a region +teeming with game, where, a year or two or three years later, no game +at all would be found. +</P> + +<P> +Gold they found on the bars, but not in paying quantities. Elijah, +while on a hunt for moose fifty miles away, had panned the surface +gravel of a large creek and found good colors. They harnessed their +dogs, and with light outfits sledded to the place. Here, and possibly +for the first time in the history of the Yukon, wood-burning, in +sinking a shaft, was tried. It was Daylight's initiative. After +clearing away the moss and grass, a fire of dry spruce was built. Six +hours of burning thawed eight inches of muck. Their picks drove full +depth into it, and, when they had shoveled out, another fire was +started. They worked early and late, excited over the success of the +experiment. Six feet of frozen muck brought them to gravel, likewise +frozen. Here progress was slower. But they learned to handle their +fires better, and were soon able to thaw five and six inches at a +burning. Flour gold was in this gravel, and after two feet it gave +away again to muck. At seventeen feet they struck a thin streak of +gravel, and in it coarse gold, testpans running as high as six and +eight dollars. Unfortunately, this streak of gravel was not more than +an inch thick. Beneath it was more muck, tangled with the trunks of +ancient trees and containing fossil bones of forgotten monsters. But +gold they had found—coarse gold; and what more likely than that the +big deposit would be found on bed-rock? Down to bed-rock they would +go, if it were forty feet away. They divided into two shifts, working +day and night, on two shafts, and the smoke of their burning rose +continually. +</P> + +<P> +It was at this time that they ran short of beans and that Elijah was +despatched to the main camp to bring up more grub. Elijah was one of +the hard-bitten old-time travelers himself. The round trip was a +hundred miles, but he promised to be back on the third day, one day +going light, two days returning heavy. Instead, he arrived on the +night of the second day. They had just gone to bed when they heard him +coming. +</P> + +<P> +"What in hell's the matter now?" Henry Finn demanded, as the empty sled +came into the circle of firelight and as he noted that Elijah's long, +serious face was longer and even more serious. +</P> + +<P> +Joe Hines threw wood on the fire, and the three men, wrapped in their +robes, huddled up close to the warmth. Elijah's whiskered face was +matted with ice, as were his eyebrows, so that, what of his fur garb, +he looked like a New England caricature of Father Christmas. +</P> + +<P> +"You recollect that big spruce that held up the corner of the cache +next to the river?" Elijah began. +</P> + +<P> +The disaster was quickly told. The big tree, with all the seeming of +hardihood, promising to stand for centuries to come, had suffered from +a hidden decay. In some way its rooted grip on the earth had weakened. +The added burden of the cache and the winter snow had been too much for +it; the balance it had so long maintained with the forces of its +environment had been overthrown; it had toppled and crashed to the +ground, wrecking the cache and, in turn, overthrowing the balance with +environment that the four men and eleven dogs had been maintaining. +Their supply of grub was gone. The wolverines had got into the wrecked +cache, and what they had not eaten they had destroyed. +</P> + +<P> +"They plumb e't all the bacon and prunes and sugar and dog-food," +Elijah reported, "and gosh darn my buttons, if they didn't gnaw open +the sacks and scatter the flour and beans and rice from Dan to +Beersheba. I found empty sacks where they'd dragged them a quarter of +a mile away." +</P> + +<P> +Nobody spoke for a long minute. It was nothing less than a +catastrophe, in the dead of an Arctic winter and in a game-abandoned +land, to lose their grub. They were not panic-stricken, but they were +busy looking the situation squarely in the face and considering. Joe +Hines was the first to speak. +</P> + +<P> +"We can pan the snow for the beans and rice... though there wa'n't +more'n eight or ten pounds of rice left." +</P> + +<P> +"And somebody will have to take a team and pull for Sixty Mile," +Daylight said next. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll go," said Finn. +</P> + +<P> +They considered a while longer. +</P> + +<P> +"But how are we going to feed the other team and three men till he gets +back?" Hines demanded. +</P> + +<P> +"Only one thing to it," was Elijah's contribution. "You'll have to +take the other team, Joe, and pull up the Stewart till you find them +Indians. Then you come back with a load of meat. You'll get here long +before Henry can make it from Sixty Mile, and while you're gone +there'll only be Daylight and me to feed, and we'll feed good and +small." +</P> + +<P> +"And in the morning we-all'll pull for the cache and pan snow to find +what grub we've got." Daylight lay back, as he spoke, and rolled in +his robe to sleep, then added: "Better turn in for an early start. Two +of you can take the dogs down. Elijah and me'll skin out on both sides +and see if we-all can scare up a moose on the way down." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0108"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER VIII +</H3> + +<P> +No time was lost. Hines and Finn, with the dogs, already on short +rations, were two days in pulling down. At noon of the third day +Elijah arrived, reporting no moose sign. That night Daylight came in +with a similar report. As fast as they arrived, the men had started +careful panning of the snow all around the cache. It was a large task, +for they found stray beans fully a hundred yards from the cache. One +more day all the men toiled. The result was pitiful, and the four +showed their caliber in the division of the few pounds of food that had +been recovered. Little as it was, the lion's share was left with +Daylight and Elijah. The men who pulled on with the dogs, one up the +Stewart and one down, would come more quickly to grub. The two who +remained would have to last out till the others returned. Furthermore, +while the dogs, on several ounces each of beans a day, would travel +slowly, nevertheless, the men who travelled with them, on a pinch, +would have the dogs themselves to eat. But the men who remained, when +the pinch came, would have no dogs. It was for this reason that +Daylight and Elijah took the more desperate chance. They could not do +less, nor did they care to do less. The days passed, and the winter +began merging imperceptibly into the Northland spring that comes like a +thunderbolt of suddenness. It was the spring of 1896 that was +preparing. Each day the sun rose farther east of south, remained +longer in the sky, and set farther to the west. March ended and April +began, and Daylight and Elijah, lean and hungry, wondered what had +become of their two comrades. Granting every delay, and throwing in +generous margins for good measure, the time was long since passed when +they should have returned. Without doubt they had met with disaster. +The party had considered the possibility of disaster for one man, and +that had been the principal reason for despatching the two in different +directions. But that disaster should have come to both of them was the +final blow. +</P> + +<P> +In the meantime, hoping against hope, Daylight and Elija eked out a +meagre existence. The thaw had not yet begun, so they were able to +gather the snow about the ruined cache and melt it in pots and pails +and gold pans. Allowed to stand for a while, when poured off, a thin +deposit of slime was found on the bottoms of the vessels. This was the +flour, the infinitesimal trace of it scattered through thousands of +cubic yards of snow. Also, in this slime occurred at intervals a +water-soaked tea-leaf or coffee-ground, and there were in it fragments +of earth and litter. But the farther they worked away from the site of +the cache, the thinner became the trace of flour, the smaller the +deposit of slime. +</P> + +<P> +Elijah was the older man, and he weakened first, so that he came to lie +up most of the time in his furs. An occasional tree-squirrel kept them +alive. The hunting fell upon Daylight, and it was hard work. With but +thirty rounds of ammunition, he dared not risk a miss; and, since his +rifle was a 45-90, he was compelled to shoot the small creatures +through the head. There were very few of them, and days went by +without seeing one. When he did see one, he took infinite precautions. +He would stalk it for hours. A score of times, with arms that shook +from weakness, he would draw a sight on the animal and refrain from +pulling the trigger. His inhibition was a thing of iron. He was the +master. Not til absolute certitude was his did he shoot. No matter how +sharp the pangs of hunger and desire for that palpitating morsel of +chattering life, he refused to take the slightest risk of a miss. He, +born gambler, was gambling in the bigger way. His life was the stake, +his cards were the cartridges, and he played as only a big gambler +could play, with infinite precaution, with infinite consideration. +Each shot meant a squirrel, and though days elapsed between shots, it +never changed his method of play. +</P> + +<P> +Of the squirrels, nothing was lost. Even the skins were boiled to make +broth, the bones pounded into fragments that could be chewed and +swallowed. Daylight prospected through the snow, and found occasional +patches of mossberries. At the best, mossberries were composed +practically of seeds and water, with a tough rind of skin about them; +but the berries he found were of the preceding year, dry and +shrivelled, and the nourishment they contained verged on the minus +quality. Scarcely better was the bark of young saplings, stewed for an +hour and swallowed after prodigious chewing. +</P> + +<P> +April drew toward its close, and spring smote the land. The days +stretched out their length. Under the heat of the sun, the snow began +to melt, while from down under the snow arose the trickling of tiny +streams. For twenty-four hours the Chinook wind blew, and in that +twenty-four hours the snow was diminished fully a foot in depth. In +the late afternoons the melting snow froze again, so that its surface +became ice capable of supporting a man's weight. Tiny white snow-birds +appeared from the south, lingered a day, and resumed their journey into +the north. Once, high in the air, looking for open water and ahead of +the season, a wedged squadron of wild geese honked northwards. And +down by the river bank a clump of dwarf willows burst into bud. These +young buds, stewed, seemed to posess an encouraging nutrition. Elijah +took heart of hope, though he was cast down again when Daylight failed +to find another clump of willows. +</P> + +<P> +The sap was rising in the trees, and daily the trickle of unseen +streamlets became louder as the frozen land came back to life. But the +river held in its bonds of frost. Winter had been long months in +riveting them, and not in a day were they to be broken, not even by the +thunderbolt of spring. May came, and stray last-year's mosquitoes, +full-grown but harmless, crawled out of rock crevices and rotten logs. +Crickets began to chirp, and more geese and ducks flew overhead. And +still the river held. By May tenth, the ice of the Stewart, with a +great rending and snapping, tore loose from the banks and rose three +feet. But it did not go down-stream. The lower Yukon, up to where the +Stewart flowed into it, must first break and move on. Until then the +ice of the Stewart could only rise higher and higher on the increasing +flood beneath. When the Yukon would break was problematical. Two +thousand miles away it flowed into Bering Sea, and it was the ice +conditions of Bering Sea that would determine when the Yukon could rid +itself of the millions of tons of ice that cluttered its breast. +</P> + +<P> +On the twelfth of May, carrying their sleeping-robes, a pail, an ax, +and the precious rifle, the two men started down the river on the ice. +Their plan was to gain to the cached poling-boat they had seen, so that +at the first open water they could launch it and drift with the stream +to Sixty Mile. In their weak condition, without food, the going was +slow and difficult. Elijah developed a habit of falling down and being +unable to rise. Daylight gave of his own strength to lift him to his +feet, whereupon the older man would stagger automatically on until he +stumbled and fell again. +</P> + +<P> +On the day they should have reached the boat, Elijah collapsed utterly. +When Daylight raised him, he fell again. Daylight essayed to walk with +him, supporting him, but such was Daylight's own weakness that they +fell together. +</P> + +<P> +Dragging Elijah to the bank, a rude camp was made, and Daylight started +out in search of squirrels. It was at this time that he likewise +developed the falling habit. In the evening he found his first +squirrel, but darkness came on without his getting a certain shot. +With primitive patience he waited till next day, and then, within the +hour, the squirrel was his. +</P> + +<P> +The major portion he fed to Elijah, reserving for himself the tougher +parts and the bones. But such is the chemistry of life, that this +small creature, this trifle of meat that moved, by being eaten, +transmuted to the meat of the men the same power to move. No longer +did the squirrel run up spruce trees, leap from branch to branch, or +cling chattering to giddy perches. Instead, the same energy that had +done these things flowed into the wasted muscles and reeling wills of +the men, making them move—nay, moving them—till they tottered the +several intervening miles to the cached boat, underneath which they +fell together and lay motionless a long time. +</P> + +<P> +Light as the task would have been for a strong man to lower the small +boat to the ground, it took Daylight hours. And many hours more, day +by day, he dragged himself around it, lying on his side to calk the +gaping seams with moss. Yet, when this was done, the river still held. +Its ice had risen many feet, but would not start down-stream. And one +more task waited, the launching of the boat when the river ran water to +receive it. Vainly Daylight staggered and stumbled and fell and crept +through the snow that was wet with thaw, or across it when the night's +frost still crusted it beyond the weight of a man, searching for one +more squirrel, striving to achieve one more transmutation of furry leap +and scolding chatter into the lifts and tugs of a man's body that would +hoist the boat over the rim of shore-ice and slide it down into the +stream. +</P> + +<P> +Not till the twentieth of May did the river break. The down-stream +movement began at five in the morning, and already were the days so +long that Daylight sat up and watched the ice-run. Elijah was too far +gone to be interested in the spectacle. Though vaguely conscious, he +lay without movement while the ice tore by, great cakes of it caroming +against the bank, uprooting trees, and gouging out earth by hundreds of +tons. +</P> + +<P> +All about them the land shook and reeled from the shock of these +tremendous collisions. At the end of an hour the run stopped. +Somewhere below it was blocked by a jam. Then the river began to rise, +lifting the ice on its breast till it was higher than the bank. From +behind ever more water bore down, and ever more millions of tons of ice +added their weight to the congestion. The pressures and stresses became +terrific. Huge cakes of ice were squeezed out till they popped into +the air like melon seeds squeezed from between the thumb and forefinger +of a child, while all along the banks a wall of ice was forced up. +When the jam broke, the noise of grinding and smashing redoubled. For +another hour the run continued. The river fell rapidly. But the wall +of ice on top the bank, and extending down into the falling water, +remained. +</P> + +<P> +The tail of the ice-run passed, and for the first time in six months +Daylight saw open water. He knew that the ice had not yet passed out +from the upper reaches of the Stewart, that it lay in packs and jams in +those upper reaches, and that it might break loose and come down in a +second run any time; but the need was too desperate for him to linger. +Elijah was so far gone that he might pass at any moment. As for +himself, he was not sure that enough strength remained in his wasted +muscles to launch the boat. It was all a gamble. If he waited for the +second ice-run, Elijah would surely die, and most probably himself. If +he succeeded in launching the boat, if he kept ahead of the second +ice-run, if he did not get caught by some of the runs from the upper +Yukon; if luck favored in all these essential particulars, as well as +in a score of minor ones, they would reach Sixty Mile and be saved, +if—and again the if—he had strength enough to land the boat at Sixty +Mile and not go by. +</P> + +<P> +He set to work. The wall of ice was five feet above the ground on +which the boat rested. First prospecting for the best launching-place, +he found where a huge cake of ice shelved upward from the river that +ran fifteen feet below to the top of the wall. This was a score of +feet away, and at the end of an hour he had managed to get the boat +that far. He was sick with nausea from his exertions, and at times it +seemed that blindness smote him, for he could not see, his eyes vexed +with spots and points of light that were as excruciating as +diamond-dust, his heart pounding up in his throat and suffocating him. +Elijah betrayed no interest, did not move nor open his eyes; and +Daylight fought out his battle alone. At last, falling on his knees +from the shock of exertion, he got the boat poised on a secure balance +on top the wall. Crawling on hands and knees, he placed in the boat +his rabbit-skin robe, the rifle, and the pail. He did not bother with +the ax. It meant an additional crawl of twenty feet and back, and if +the need for it should arise he well knew he would be past all need. +</P> + +<P> +Elijah proved a bigger task than he had anticipated. A few inches at a +time, resting in between, he dragged him over the ground and up a +broken rubble of ice to the side of the boat. But into the boat he +could not get him. Elijah's limp body was far more difficult to lift +and handle than an equal weight of like dimensions but rigid. Daylight +failed to hoist him, for the body collapsed at the middle like a +part-empty sack of corn. Getting into the boat, Daylight tried vainly +to drag his comrade in after him. The best he could do was to get +Elijah's head and shoulders on top the gunwale. When he released his +hold, to heave from farther down the body, Elijah promptly gave at the +middle and came down on the ice. +</P> + +<P> +In despair, Daylight changed his tactics. He struck the other in the +face. +</P> + +<P> +"God Almighty, ain't you-all a man?" he cried. "There! damn you-all! +there!" +</P> + +<P> +At each curse he struck him on the cheeks, the nose, the mouth, +striving, by the shock of the hurt, to bring back the sinking soul and +far-wandering will of the man. The eyes fluttered open. +</P> + +<P> +"Now listen!" he shouted hoarsely. "When I get your head to the +gunwale, hang on! Hear me? Hang on! Bite into it with your teeth, +but HANG ON!" +</P> + +<P> +The eyes fluttered down, but Daylight knew the message had been +received. Again he got the helpless man's head and shoulders on the +gunwale. +</P> + +<P> +"Hang on, damn you! Bite in!" he shouted, as he shifted his grip lower +down. +</P> + +<P> +One weak hand slipped off the gunwale, the fingers of the other hand +relaxed, but Elijah obeyed, and his teeth held on. When the lift came, +his face ground forward, and the splintery wood tore and crushed the +skin from nose, lips, and chin; and, face downward, he slipped on and +down to the bottom of the boat till his limp middle collapsed across +the gunwale and his legs hung down outside. But they were only his +legs, and Daylight shoved them in; after him. Breathing heavily, he +turned Elijah over on his back, and covered him with his robes. +</P> + +<P> +The final task remained—the launching of the boat. This, of +necessity, was the severest of all, for he had been compelled to load +his comrade in aft of the balance. It meant a supreme effort at +lifting. Daylight steeled himself and began. Something must have +snapped, for, though he was unaware of it, the next he knew he was +lying doubled on his stomach across the sharp stern of the boat. +Evidently, and for the first time in his life, he had fainted. +Furthermore, it seemed to him that he was finished, that he had not one +more movement left in him, and that, strangest of all, he did not care. +Visions came to him, clear-cut and real, and concepts sharp as steel +cutting-edges. He, who all his days had looked on naked Life, had never +seen so much of Life's nakedness before. For the first time he +experienced a doubt of his own glorious personality. For the moment +Life faltered and forgot to lie. After all, he was a little +earth-maggot, just like all the other earth-maggots, like the squirrel +he had eaten, like the other men he had seen fail and die, like Joe +Hines and Henry Finn, who had already failed and were surely dead, like +Elijah lying there uncaring, with his skinned face, in the bottom of +the boat. Daylight's position was such that from where he lay he could +look up river to the bend, around which, sooner or later, the next +ice-run would come. And as he looked he seemed to see back through the +past to a time when neither white man nor Indian was in the land, and +ever he saw the same Stewart River, winter upon winter, breasted with +ice, and spring upon spring bursting that ice asunder and running free. +And he saw also into an illimitable future, when the last generations +of men were gone from off the face of Alaska, when he, too, would be +gone, and he saw, ever remaining, that river, freezing and fresheting, +and running on and on. +</P> + +<P> +Life was a liar and a cheat. It fooled all creatures. It had fooled +him, Burning Daylight, one of its chiefest and most joyous exponents. +He was nothing—a mere bunch of flesh and nerves and sensitiveness that +crawled in the muck for gold, that dreamed and aspired and gambled, and +that passed and was gone. Only the dead things remained, the things +that were not flesh and nerves and sensitiveness, the sand and muck and +gravel, the stretching flats, the mountains, the river itself, freezing +and breaking, year by year, down all the years. When all was said and +done, it was a scurvy game. The dice were loaded. Those that died did +not win, and all died. Who won? Not even Life, the stool-pigeon, the +arch-capper for the game—Life, the ever flourishing graveyard, the +everlasting funeral procession. +</P> + +<P> +He drifted back to the immediate present for a moment and noted that +the river still ran wide open, and that a moose-bird, perched on the +bow of the boat, was surveying him impudently. Then he drifted dreamily +back to his meditations. +</P> + +<P> +There was no escaping the end of the game. He was doomed surely to be +out of it all. And what of it? He pondered that question again and +again. +</P> + +<P> +Conventional religion had passed Daylight by. He had lived a sort of +religion in his square dealing and right playing with other men, and he +had not indulged in vain metaphysics about future life. Death ended +all. He had always believed that, and been unafraid. And at this +moment, the boat fifteen feet above the water and immovable, himself +fainting with weakness and without a particle of strength left in him, +he still believed that death ended all, and he was still unafraid. His +views were too simply and solidly based to be overthrown by the first +squirm, or the last, of death-fearing life. +</P> + +<P> +He had seen men and animals die, and into the field of his vision, by +scores, came such deaths. He saw them over again, just as he had seen +them at the time, and they did not shake him. +</P> + +<P> +What of it? They were dead, and dead long since. They weren't +bothering about it. They weren't lying on their bellies across a boat +and waiting to die. Death was easy—easier than he had ever imagined; +and, now that it was near, the thought of it made him glad. +</P> + +<P> +A new vision came to him. He saw the feverish city of his dream—the +gold metropolis of the North, perched above the Yukon on a high +earth-bank and far-spreading across the flat. He saw the river +steamers tied to the bank and lined against it three deep; he saw the +sawmills working and the long dog-teams, with double sleds behind, +freighting supplies to the diggings. And he saw, further, the +gambling-houses, banks, stock-exchanges, and all the gear and chips and +markers, the chances and opportunities, of a vastly bigger gambling +game than any he had ever seen. It was sure hell, he thought, with the +hunch a-working and that big strike coming, to be out of it all. Life +thrilled and stirred at the thought and once more began uttering his +ancient lies. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight rolled over and off the boat, leaning against it as he sat on +the ice. He wanted to be in on that strike. And why shouldn't he? +Somewhere in all those wasted muscles of his was enough strength, if he +could gather it all at once, to up-end the boat and launch it. Quite +irrelevantly the idea suggested itself of buying a share in the +Klondike town site from Harper and Joe Ladue. They would surely sell a +third interest cheap. Then, if the strike came on the Stewart, he +would be well in on it with the Elam Harnish town site; if on the +Klondike, he would not be quite out of it. +</P> + +<P> +In the meantime, he would gather strength. He stretched out on the ice +full length, face downward, and for half an hour he lay and rested. +Then he arose, shook the flashing blindness from his eyes, and took +hold of the boat. He knew his condition accurately. If the first +effort failed, the following efforts were doomed to fail. He must pull +all his rallied strength into the one effort, and so thoroughly must he +put all of it in that there would be none left for other attempts. +</P> + +<P> +He lifted, and he lifted with the soul of him as well as with the body, +consuming himself, body and spirit, in the effort. The boat rose. He +thought he was going to faint, but he continued to lift. He felt the +boat give, as it started on its downward slide. With the last shred of +his strength he precipitated himself into it, landing in a sick heap on +Elijah's legs. He was beyond attempting to rise, and as he lay he +heard and felt the boat take the water. By watching the tree-tops he +knew it was whirling. A smashing shock and flying fragments of ice +told him that it had struck the bank. A dozen times it whirled and +struck, and then it floated easily and free. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight came to, and decided he had been asleep. The sun denoted that +several hours had passed. It was early afternoon. He dragged himself +into the stern and sat up. The boat was in the middle of the stream. +The wooded banks, with their base-lines of flashing ice, were slipping +by. Near him floated a huge, uprooted pine. A freak of the current +brought the boat against it. Crawling forward, he fastened the painter +to a root. +</P> + +<P> +The tree, deeper in the water, was travelling faster, and the painter +tautened as the boat took the tow. Then, with a last giddy look +around, wherein he saw the banks tilting and swaying and the sun +swinging in pendulum-sweep across the sky, Daylight wrapped himself in +his rabbit-skin robe, lay down in the bottom, and fell asleep. +</P> + +<P> +When he awoke, it was dark night. He was lying on his back, and he +could see the stars shining. A subdued murmur of swollen waters could +be heard. A sharp jerk informed him that the boat, swerving slack into +the painter, had been straightened out by the swifter-moving pine tree. +A piece of stray drift-ice thumped against the boat and grated along +its side. Well, the following jam hadn't caught him yet, was his +thought, as he closed his eyes and slept again. +</P> + +<P> +It was bright day when next he opened his eyes. The sun showed it to +be midday. A glance around at the far-away banks, and he knew that he +was on the mighty Yukon. Sixty Mile could not be far away. He was +abominably weak. His movements were slow, fumbling, and inaccurate, +accompanied by panting and head-swimming, as he dragged himself into a +sitting-up position in the stern, his rifle beside him. He looked a +long time at Elijah, but could not see whether he breathed or not, and +he was too immeasurably far away to make an investigation. +</P> + +<P> +He fell to dreaming and meditating again, dreams and thoughts being +often broken by sketches of blankness, wherein he neither slept, nor +was unconscious, nor was aware of anything. It seemed to him more like +cogs slipping in his brain. And in this intermittent way he reviewed +the situation. He was still alive, and most likely would be saved, but +how came it that he was not lying dead across the boat on top the +ice-rim? Then he recollected the great final effort he had made. But +why had he made it? he asked himself. It had not been fear of death. +He had not been afraid, that was sure. Then he remembered the hunch +and the big strike he believed was coming, and he knew that the spur +had been his desire to sit in for a hand at that big game. And again +why? What if he made his million? He would die, just the same as +those that never won more than grub-stakes. Then again why? But the +blank stretches in his thinking process began to come more frequently, +and he surrendered to the delightful lassitude that was creeping over +him. +</P> + +<P> +He roused with a start. Something had whispered in him that he must +awake. Abruptly he saw Sixty Mile, not a hundred feet away. +</P> + +<P> +The current had brought him to the very door. But the same current was +now sweeping him past and on into the down-river wilderness. No one +was in sight. The place might have been deserted, save for the smoke +he saw rising from the kitchen chimney. He tried to call, but found he +had no voice left. An unearthly guttural hiss alternately rattled and +wheezed in his throat. He fumbled for the rifle, got it to his +shoulder, and pulled the trigger. The recoil of the discharge tore +through his frame, racking it with a thousand agonies. The rifle had +fallen across his knees, and an attempt to lift it to his shoulder +failed. He knew he must be quick, and felt that he was fainting, so he +pulled the trigger of the gun where it lay. This time it kicked off +and overboard. But just before darkness rushed over him, he saw the +kitchen door open, and a woman look out of the big log house that was +dancing a monstrous jig among the trees. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0109"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER IX +</H3> + +<P> +Ten days later, Harper and Joe Ladue arrived at Sixty Mile, and +Daylight, still a trifle weak, but strong enough to obey the hunch that +had come to him, traded a third interest in his Stewart town site for a +third interest in theirs on the Klondike. +</P> + +<P> +They had faith in the Upper Country, and Harper left down-stream, with +a raft-load of supplies, to start a small post at the mouth of the +Klondike. +</P> + +<P> +"Why don't you tackle Indian River, Daylight?" Harper advised, at +parting. "There's whole slathers of creeks and draws draining in up +there, and somewhere gold just crying to be found. That's my hunch. +There's a big strike coming, and Indian River ain't going to be a +million miles away." +</P> + +<P> +"And the place is swarming with moose," Joe Ladue added. "Bob +Henderson's up there somewhere, been there three years now, swearing +something big is going to happen, living off'n straight moose and +prospecting around like a crazy man." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight decided to go Indian River a flutter, as he expressed it; but +Elijah could not be persuaded into accompanying him. Elijah's soul had +been seared by famine, and he was obsessed by fear of repeating the +experience. +</P> + +<P> +"I jest can't bear to separate from grub," he explained. "I know it's +downright foolishness, but I jest can't help it. It's all I can do to +tear myself away from the table when I know I'm full to bustin' and +ain't got storage for another bite. I'm going back to Circle to camp +by a cache until I get cured." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight lingered a few days longer, gathering strength and arranging +his meagre outfit. He planned to go in light, carrying a pack of +seventy-five pounds and making his five dogs pack as well, Indian +fashion, loading them with thirty pounds each. Depending on the report +of Ladue, he intended to follow Bob Henderson's example and live +practically on straight meat. When Jack Kearns' scow, laden with the +sawmill from Lake Linderman, tied up at Sixty Mile, Daylight bundled +his outfit and dogs on board, turned his town-site application over to +Elijah to be filed, and the same day was landed at the mouth of Indian +River. +</P> + +<P> +Forty miles up the river, at what had been described to him as Quartz +Creek, he came upon signs of Bob Henderson's work, and also at +Australia Creek, thirty miles farther on. The weeks came and went, but +Daylight never encountered the other man. However, he found moose +plentiful, and he and his dogs prospered on the meat diet. He found +"pay" that was no more than "wages" on a dozen surface bars, and from +the generous spread of flour gold in the muck and gravel of a score of +creeks, he was more confident than ever that coarse gold in quantity +was waiting to be unearthed. Often he turned his eyes to the northward +ridge of hills, and pondered if the gold came from them. In the end, +he ascended Dominion Creek to its head, crossed the divide, and came +down on the tributary to the Klondike that was later to be called +Hunker Creek. While on the divide, had he kept the big dome on his +right, he would have come down on the Gold Bottom, so named by Bob +Henderson, whom he would have found at work on it, taking out the first +pay-gold ever panned on the Klondike. Instead, Daylight continued down +Hunker to the Klondike, and on to the summer fishing camp of the +Indians on the Yukon. +</P> + +<P> +Here for a day he camped with Carmack, a squaw-man, and his Indian +brother-in-law, Skookum Jim, bought a boat, and, with his dogs on +board, drifted down the Yukon to Forty Mile. August was drawing to a +close, the days were growing shorter, and winter was coming on. Still +with unbounded faith in his hunch that a strike was coming in the Upper +Country, his plan was to get together a party of four or five, and, if +that was impossible, at least a partner, and to pole back up the river +before the freeze-up to do winter prospecting. But the men of Forty +Mile were without faith. The diggings to the westward were good enough +for them. +</P> + +<P> +Then it was that Carmack, his brother-in-law, Skookum Jim, and Cultus +Charlie, another Indian, arrived in a canoe at Forty Mile, went +straight to the gold commissioner, and recorded three claims and a +discovery claim on Bonanza Creek. After that, in the Sourdough Saloon, +that night, they exhibited coarse gold to the sceptical crowd. Men +grinned and shook their heads. They had seen the motions of a gold +strike gone through before. This was too patently a scheme of Harper's +and Joe Ladue's, trying to entice prospecting in the vicinity of their +town site and trading post. And who was Carmack? A squaw-man. And +who ever heard of a squaw-man striking anything? And what was Bonanza +Creek? Merely a moose pasture, entering the Klondike just above its +mouth, and known to old-timers as Rabbit Creek. Now if Daylight or Bob +Henderson had recorded claims and shown coarse gold, they'd known there +was something in it. But Carmack, the squaw-man! And Skookum Jim! And +Cultus Charlie! No, no; that was asking too much. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight, too, was sceptical, and this despite his faith in the Upper +Country. Had he not, only a few days before, seen Carmack loafing with +his Indians and with never a thought of prospecting? +</P> + +<P> +But at eleven that night, sitting on the edge of his bunk and unlacing +his moccasins, a thought came to him. He put on his coat and hat and +went back to the Sourdough. Carmack was still there, flashing his +coarse gold in the eyes of an unbelieving generation. Daylight ranged +alongside of him and emptied Carmack's sack into a blower. This he +studied for a long time. Then, from his own sack, into another blower, +he emptied several ounces of Circle City and Forty Mile gold. Again, +for a long time, he studied and compared. Finally, he pocketed his own +gold, returned Carmack's, and held up his hand for silence. +</P> + +<P> +"Boys, I want to tell you-all something," he said. "She's sure +come—the up-river strike. And I tell you-all, clear and forcible, +this is it. There ain't never been gold like that in a blower in this +country before. It's new gold. It's got more silver in it. You-all +can see it by the color. Carmack's sure made a strike. Who-all's got +faith to come along with me?" +</P> + +<P> +There were no volunteers. Instead, laughter and jeers went up. +</P> + +<P> +"Mebbe you got a town site up there," some one suggested. +</P> + +<P> +"I sure have," was the retort, "and a third interest in Harper and +Ladue's. And I can see my corner lots selling out for more than your +hen-scratching ever turned up on Birch Creek." +</P> + +<P> +"That's all right, Daylight," one Curly Parson interposed soothingly. +"You've got a reputation, and we know you're dead sure on the square. +But you're as likely as any to be mistook on a flimflam game, such as +these loafers is putting up. I ask you straight: When did Carmack do +this here prospecting? You said yourself he was lying in camp, fishing +salmon along with his Siwash relations, and that was only the other +day." +</P> + +<P> +"And Daylight told the truth," Carmack interrupted excitedly. "And I'm +telling the truth, the gospel truth. I wasn't prospecting. Hadn't no +idea of it. But when Daylight pulls out, the very same day, who drifts +in, down river, on a raft-load of supplies, but Bob Henderson. He'd +come out to Sixty Mile, planning to go back up Indian River and portage +the grub across the divide between Quartz Creek and Gold Bottom—" +</P> + +<P> +"Where in hell's Gold Bottom?" Curly Parsons demanded. +</P> + +<P> +"Over beyond Bonanza that was Rabbit Creek," the squaw-man went on. +"It's a draw of a big creek that runs into the Klondike. That's the way +I went up, but I come back by crossing the divide, keeping along the +crest several miles, and dropping down into Bonanza. 'Come along with +me, Carmack, and get staked,' says Bob Henderson to me. 'I've hit it +this time, on Gold Bottom. I've took out forty-five ounces already.' +And I went along, Skookum Jim and Cultus Charlie, too. And we all +staked on Gold Bottom. I come back by Bonanza on the chance of finding +a moose. Along down Bonanza we stopped and cooked grub. I went to +sleep, and what does Skookum Jim do but try his hand at prospecting. +He'd been watching Henderson, you see. He goes right slap up to the +foot of a birch tree, first pan, fills it with dirt, and washes out +more'n a dollar coarse gold. Then he wakes me up, and I goes at it. I +got two and a half the first lick. Then I named the creek 'Bonanza,' +staked Discovery, and we come here and recorded." +</P> + +<P> +He looked about him anxiously for signs of belief, but found himself in +a circle of incredulous faces—all save Daylight, who had studied his +countenance while he told his story. +</P> + +<P> +"How much is Harper and Ladue givin' you for manufacturing a stampede?" +some one asked. +</P> + +<P> +"They don't know nothing about it," Carmack answered. "I tell you it's +the God Almighty's truth. I washed out three ounces in an hour." +</P> + +<P> +"And there's the gold," Daylight said. "I tell you-all boys they ain't +never been gold like that in the blower before. Look at the color of +it." +</P> + +<P> +"A trifle darker," Curly Parson said. "Most likely Carmack's been +carrying a couple of silver dollars along in the same sack. And what's +more, if there's anything in it, why ain't Bob Henderson smoking along +to record?" +</P> + +<P> +"He's up on Gold Bottom," Carmack explained. "We made the strike +coming back." +</P> + +<P> +A burst of laughter was his reward. +</P> + +<P> +"Who-all'll go pardners with me and pull out in a poling-boat to-morrow +for this here Bonanza?" Daylight asked. +</P> + +<P> +No one volunteered. +</P> + +<P> +"Then who-all'll take a job from me, cash wages in advance, to pole up +a thousand pounds of grub?" +</P> + +<P> +Curly Parsons and another, Pat Monahan, accepted, and, with his +customary speed, Daylight paid them their wages in advance and arranged +the purchase of the supplies, though he emptied his sack in doing so. +He was leaving the Sourdough, when he suddenly turned back to the bar +from the door. +</P> + +<P> +"Got another hunch?" was the query. +</P> + +<P> +"I sure have," he answered. "Flour's sure going to be worth what a man +will pay for it this winter up on the Klondike. Who'll lend me some +money?" +</P> + +<P> +On the instant a score of the men who had declined to accompany him on +the wild-goose chase were crowding about him with proffered gold-sacks. +</P> + +<P> +"How much flour do you want?" asked the Alaska Commercial Company's +storekeeper. +</P> + +<P> +"About two ton." +</P> + +<P> +The proffered gold-sacks were not withdrawn, though their owners were +guilty of an outrageous burst of merriment. +</P> + +<P> +"What are you going to do with two tons?" the store-keeper demanded. +</P> + +<P> +"Son," Daylight made reply, "you-all ain't been in this country long +enough to know all its curves. I'm going to start a sauerkraut factory +and combined dandruff remedy." +</P> + +<P> +He borrowed money right and left, engaging and paying six other men to +bring up the flour in half as many more poling-boats. Again his sack +was empty, and he was heavily in debt. +</P> + +<P> +Curly Parsons bowed his head on the bar with a gesture of despair. +</P> + +<P> +"What gets me," he moaned, "is what you're going to do with it all." +</P> + +<P> +"I'll tell you-all in simple A, B, C and one, two, three." Daylight +held up one finger and began checking off. "Hunch number one: a big +strike coming in Upper Country. Hunch number two: Carmack's made it. +Hunch number three: ain't no hunch at all. It's a cinch. If one and +two is right, then flour just has to go sky-high. If I'm riding +hunches one and two, I just got to ride this cinch, which is number +three. If I'm right, flour'll balance gold on the scales this winter. +I tell you-all boys, when you-all got a hunch, play it for all it's +worth. What's luck good for, if you-all ain't to ride it? And when +you-all ride it, ride like hell. I've been years in this country, just +waiting for the right hunch to come along. And here she is. Well, I'm +going to play her, that's all. Good night, you-all; good night." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0110"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER X +</H3> + +<P> +Still men were without faith in the strike. When Daylight, with his +heavy outfit of flour, arrived at the mouth of the Klondike, he found +the big flat as desolate and tenantless as ever. Down close by the +river, Chief Isaac and his Indians were camped beside the frames on +which they were drying salmon. Several old-timers were also in camp +there. Having finished their summer work on Ten Mile Creek, they had +come down the Yukon, bound for Circle City. But at Sixty Mile they had +learned of the strike, and stopped off to look over the ground. They +had just returned to their boat when Daylight landed his flour, and +their report was pessimistic. +</P> + +<P> +"Damned moose-pasture," quoth one, Long Jim Harney, pausing to blow +into his tin mug of tea. "Don't you have nothin' to do with it, +Daylight. It's a blamed rotten sell. They're just going through the +motions of a strike. Harper and Ladue's behind it, and Carmack's the +stool-pigeon. Whoever heard of mining a moose-pasture half a mile +between rim-rock and God alone knows how far to bed-rock!" +</P> + +<P> +Daylight nodded sympathetically, and considered for a space. +</P> + +<P> +"Did you-all pan any?" he asked finally. +</P> + +<P> +"Pan hell!" was the indignant answer. "Think I was born yesterday! +Only a chechaquo'd fool around that pasture long enough to fill a pan +of dirt. You don't catch me at any such foolishness. One look was +enough for me. We're pulling on in the morning for Circle City. I +ain't never had faith in this Upper Country. Head-reaches of the +Tanana is good enough for me from now on, and mark my words, when the +big strike comes, she'll come down river. Johnny, here, staked a +couple of miles below Discovery, but he don't know no better." Johnny +looked shamefaced. +</P> + +<P> +"I just did it for fun," he explained. "I'd give my chance in the +creek for a pound of Star plug." +</P> + +<P> +"I'll go you," Daylight said promptly. "But don't you-all come +squealing if I take twenty or thirty thousand out of it." +</P> + +<P> +Johnny grinned cheerfully. +</P> + +<P> +"Gimme the tobacco," he said. +</P> + +<P> +"Wish I'd staked alongside," Long Jim murmured plaintively. +</P> + +<P> +"It ain't too late," Daylight replied. +</P> + +<P> +"But it's a twenty-mile walk there and back." +</P> + +<P> +"I'll stake it for you to-morrow when I go up," Daylight offered. +</P> + +<P> +"Then you do the same as Johnny. Get the fees from Tim Logan. He's +tending bar in the Sourdough, and he'll lend it to me. Then fill in +your own name, transfer to me, and turn the papers over to Tim." +</P> + +<P> +"Me, too," chimed in the third old-timer. +</P> + +<P> +And for three pounds of Star plug chewing tobacco, Daylight bought +outright three five-hundred-foot claims on Bonanza. He could still +stake another claim in his own name, the others being merely transfers. +</P> + +<P> +"Must say you're almighty brash with your chewin' tobacco," Long Jim +grinned. "Got a factory somewheres?" +</P> + +<P> +"Nope, but I got a hunch," was the retort, "and I tell you-all it's +cheaper than dirt to ride her at the rate of three plugs for three +claims." +</P> + +<P> +But an hour later, at his own camp, Joe Ladue strode in, fresh from +Bonanza Creek. At first, non-committal over Carmack's strike, then, +later, dubious, he finally offered Daylight a hundred dollars for his +share in the town site. +</P> + +<P> +"Cash?" Daylight queried. +</P> + +<P> +"Sure. There she is." +</P> + +<P> +So saying, Ladue pulled out his gold-sack. Daylight hefted it +absent-mindedly, and, still absent-mindedly, untied the strings and ran +some of the gold-dust out on his palm. It showed darker than any dust +he had ever seen, with the exception of Carmack's. He ran the gold back +tied the mouth of the sack, and returned it to Ladue. +</P> + +<P> +"I guess you-all need it more'n I do," was Daylight's comment. +</P> + +<P> +"Nope; got plenty more," the other assured him. +</P> + +<P> +"Where that come from?" +</P> + +<P> +Daylight was all innocence as he asked the question, and Ladue received +the question as stolidly as an Indian. Yet for a swift instant they +looked into each other's eyes, and in that instant an intangible +something seemed to flash out from all the body and spirit of Joe +Ladue. And it seemed to Daylight that he had caught this flash, sensed +a secret something in the knowledge and plans behind the other's eyes. +</P> + +<P> +"You-all know the creek better'n me," Daylight went on. "And if my +share in the town site's worth a hundred to you-all with what you-all +know, it's worth a hundred to me whether I know it or not." +</P> + +<P> +"I'll give you three hundred," Ladue offered desperately. +</P> + +<P> +"Still the same reasoning. No matter what I don't know, it's worth to +me whatever you-all are willing to pay for it." +</P> + +<P> +Then it was that Joe Ladue shamelessly gave over. He led Daylight away +from the camp and men and told him things in confidence. +</P> + +<P> +"She's sure there," he said in conclusion. "I didn't sluice it, or +cradle it. I panned it, all in that sack, yesterday, on the rim-rock. +I tell you, you can shake it out of the grassroots. And what's on +bed-rock down in the bottom of the creek they ain't no way of tellin'. +But she's big, I tell you, big. Keep it quiet, and locate all you can. +It's in spots, but I wouldn't be none surprised if some of them claims +yielded as high as fifty thousand. The only trouble is that it's +spotted." +</P> + +<HR WIDTH="60%" ALIGN="center"> + +<P> +A month passed by, and Bonanza Creek remained quiet. A sprinkling of +men had staked; but most of them, after staking, had gone on down to +Forty Mile and Circle City. The few that possessed sufficient faith to +remain were busy building log cabins against the coming of winter. +Carmack and his Indian relatives were occupied in building a sluice box +and getting a head of water. The work was slow, for they had to saw +their lumber by hand from the standing forest. But farther down +Bonanza were four men who had drifted in from up river, Dan McGilvary, +Dave McKay, Dave Edwards, and Harry Waugh. They were a quiet party, +neither asking nor giving confidences, and they herded by themselves. +But Daylight, who had panned the spotted rim of Carmack's claim and +shaken coarse gold from the grass-roots, and who had panned the rim at +a hundred other places up and down the length of the creek and found +nothing, was curious to know what lay on bed-rock. He had noted the +four quiet men sinking a shaft close by the stream, and he had heard +their whip-saw going as they made lumber for the sluice boxes. He did +not wait for an invitation, but he was present the first day they +sluiced. And at the end of five hours' shovelling for one man, he saw +them take out thirteen ounces and a half of gold. +</P> + +<P> +It was coarse gold, running from pinheads to a twelve-dollar nugget, +and it had come from off bed-rock. The first fall snow was flying that +day, and the Arctic winter was closing down; but Daylight had no eyes +for the bleak-gray sadness of the dying, short-lived summer. He saw +his vision coming true, and on the big flat was upreared anew his +golden city of the snows. Gold had been found on bed-rock. That was +the big thing. Carmack's strike was assured. Daylight staked a claim +in his own name adjoining the three he had purchased with his plug +tobacco. This gave him a block of property two thousand feet long and +extending in width from rim-rock to rim-rock. +</P> + +<P> +Returning that night to his camp at the mouth of Klondike, he found in +it Kama, the Indian he had left at Dyea. Kama was travelling by canoe, +bringing in the last mail of the year. In his possession was some two +hundred dollars in gold-dust, which Daylight immediately borrowed. In +return, he arranged to stake a claim for him, which he was to record +when he passed through Forty Mile. When Kama departed next morning, he +carried a number of letters for Daylight, addressed to all the +old-timers down river, in which they were urged to come up immediately +and stake. +</P> + +<P> +Also Kama carried letters of similar import, given him by the other men +on Bonanza. +</P> + +<P> +"It will sure be the gosh-dangdest stampede that ever was," Daylight +chuckled, as he tried to vision the excited populations of Forty Mile +and Circle City tumbling into poling-boats and racing the hundreds of +miles up the Yukon; for he knew that his word would be unquestioningly +accepted. +</P> + +<P> +With the arrival of the first stampeders, Bonanza Creek woke up, and +thereupon began a long-distance race between unveracity and truth, +wherein, lie no matter how fast, men were continually overtaken and +passed by truth. When men who doubted Carmack's report of two and a +half to the pan, themselves panned two and a half, they lied and said +that they were getting an ounce. And long ere the lie was fairly on +its way, they were getting not one ounce but five ounces. This they +claimed was ten ounces; but when they filled a pan of dirt to prove the +lie, they washed out twelve ounces. And so it went. They continued +valiantly to lie, but the truth continued to outrun them. +</P> + +<P> +One day in December Daylight filled a pan from bed rock on his own +claim and carried it into his cabin. Here a fire burned and enabled +him to keep water unfrozen in a canvas tank. He squatted over the tank +and began to wash. Earth and gravel seemed to fill the pan. As he +imparted to it a circular movement, the lighter, coarser particles +washed out over the edge. At times he combed the surface with his +fingers, raking out handfuls of gravel. The contents of the pan +diminished. As it drew near to the bottom, for the purpose of fleeting +and tentative examination, he gave the pan a sudden sloshing movement, +emptying it of water. And the whole bottom showed as if covered with +butter. Thus the yellow gold flashed up as the muddy water was flirted +away. It was gold—gold-dust, coarse gold, nuggets, large nuggets. He +was all alone. He set the pan down for a moment and thought long +thoughts. Then he finished the washing, and weighed the result in his +scales. At the rate of sixteen dollars to the ounce, the pan had +contained seven hundred and odd dollars. It was beyond anything that +even he had dreamed. His fondest anticipation's had gone no farther +than twenty or thirty thousand dollars to a claim; but here were claims +worth half a million each at the least, even if they were spotted. +</P> + +<P> +He did not go back to work in the shaft that day, nor the next, nor the +next. Instead, capped and mittened, a light stampeding outfit, +including his rabbit skin robe, strapped on his back, he was out and +away on a many-days' tramp over creeks and divides, inspecting the +whole neighboring territory. On each creek he was entitled to locate +one claim, but he was chary in thus surrendering up his chances. On +Hunker Creek only did he stake a claim. Bonanza Creek he found staked +from mouth to source, while every little draw and pup and gulch that +drained into it was like-wise staked. Little faith was had in these +side-streams. They had been staked by the hundreds of men who had +failed to get in on Bonanza. The most popular of these creeks was +Adams. The one least fancied was Eldorado, which flowed into Bonanza, +just above Karmack's Discovery claim. Even Daylight disliked the looks +of Eldorado; but, still riding his hunch, he bought a half share in one +claim on it for half a sack of flour. A month later he paid eight +hundred dollars for the adjoining claim. Three months later, enlarging +this block of property, he paid forty thousand for a third claim; and, +though it was concealed in the future, he was destined, not long after, +to pay one hundred and fifty thousand for a fourth claim on the creek +that had been the least liked of all the creeks. +</P> + +<P> +In the meantime, and from the day he washed seven hundred dollars from +a single pan and squatted over it and thought a long thought, he never +again touched hand to pick and shovel. As he said to Joe Ladue the +night of that wonderful washing:— +</P> + +<P> +"Joe, I ain't never going to work hard again. Here's where I begin to +use my brains. I'm going to farm gold. Gold will grow gold if you-all +have the savvee and can get hold of some for seed. When I seen them +seven hundred dollars in the bottom of the pan, I knew I had the seed +at last." +</P> + +<P> +"Where are you going to plant it?" Joe Ladue had asked. +</P> + +<P> +And Daylight, with a wave of his hand, definitely indicated the whole +landscape and the creeks that lay beyond the divides. +</P> + +<P> +"There she is," he said, "and you-all just watch my smoke. There's +millions here for the man who can see them. And I seen all them +millions this afternoon when them seven hundred dollars peeped up at me +from the bottom of the pan and chirruped, 'Well, if here ain't Burning +Daylight come at last.'" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0111"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XI +</H3> + +<P> +The hero of the Yukon in the younger days before the Carmack strike, +Burning Daylight now became the hero of the strike. The story of his +hunch and how he rode it was told up and down the land. Certainly he +had ridden it far and away beyond the boldest, for no five of the +luckiest held the value in claims that he held. And, furthermore, he +was still riding the hunch, and with no diminution of daring. The wise +ones shook their heads and prophesied that he would lose every ounce he +had won. He was speculating, they contended, as if the whole country +was made of gold, and no man could win who played a placer strike in +that fashion. +</P> + +<P> +On the other hand, his holdings were reckoned as worth millions, and +there were men so sanguine that they held the man a fool who +coppered[6] any bet Daylight laid. Behind his magnificent +free-handedness and careless disregard for money were hard, practical +judgment, imagination and vision, and the daring of the big gambler. +He foresaw what with his own eyes he had never seen, and he played to +win much or lose all. +</P> + +<P> +"There's too much gold here in Bonanza to be just a pocket," he argued. +"It's sure come from a mother-lode somewhere, and other creeks will +show up. You-all keep your eyes on Indian River. The creeks that drain +that side the Klondike watershed are just as likely to have gold as the +creeks that drain this side." +</P> + +<P> +And he backed this opinion to the extent of grub-staking half a dozen +parties of prospectors across the big divide into the Indian River +region. Other men, themselves failing to stake on lucky creeks, he put +to work on his Bonanza claims. And he paid them well—sixteen dollars +a day for an eight-hour shift, and he ran three shifts. He had grub to +start them on, and when, on the last water, the Bella arrived loaded +with provisions, he traded a warehouse site to Jack Kearns for a supply +of grub that lasted all his men through the winter of 1896. And that +winter, when famine pinched, and flour sold for two dollars a pound, he +kept three shifts of men at work on all four of the Bonanza claims. +Other mine-owners paid fifteen dollars a day to their men; but he had +been the first to put men to work, and from the first he paid them a +full ounce a day. One result was that his were picked men, and they +more than earned their higher pay. +</P> + +<P> +One of his wildest plays took place in the early winter after the +freeze-up. Hundreds of stampeders, after staking on other creeks than +Bonanza, had gone on disgruntled down river to Forty Mile and Circle +City. Daylight mortgaged one of his Bonanza dumps with the Alaska +Commercial Company, and tucked a letter of credit into his pouch. Then +he harnessed his dogs and went down on the ice at a pace that only he +could travel. One Indian down, another Indian back, and four teams of +dogs was his record. And at Forty Mile and Circle City he bought +claims by the score. Many of these were to prove utterly worthless, but +some few of them were to show up more astoundingly than any on Bonanza. +He bought right and left, paying as low as fifty dollars and as high as +five thousand. This highest one he bought in the Tivoli Saloon. It +was an upper claim on Eldorado, and when he agreed to the price, Jacob +Wilkins, an old-timer just returned from a look at the moose-pasture, +got up and left the room, saying:— +</P> + +<P> +"Daylight, I've known you seven year, and you've always seemed sensible +till now. And now you're just letting them rob you right and left. +That's what it is—robbery. Five thousand for a claim on that damned +moose-pasture is bunco. I just can't stay in the room and see you +buncoed that way." +</P> + +<P> +"I tell you-all," Daylight answered, "Wilkins, Carmack's strike's so +big that we-all can't see it all. It's a lottery. Every claim I buy +is a ticket. And there's sure going to be some capital prizes." +</P> + +<P> +Jacob Wilkins, standing in the open door, sniffed incredulously. +</P> + +<P> +"Now supposing, Wilkins," Daylight went on, "supposing you-all knew it +was going to rain soup. What'd you-all do? Buy spoons, of course. +Well, I'm sure buying spoons. She's going to rain soup up there on the +Klondike, and them that has forks won't be catching none of it." +</P> + +<P> +But Wilkins here slammed the door behind him, and Daylight broke off to +finish the purchase of the claim. +</P> + +<P> +Back in Dawson, though he remained true to his word and never touched +hand to pick and shovel, he worked as hard as ever in his life. He had +a thousand irons in the fire, and they kept him busy. Representation +work was expensive, and he was compelled to travel often over the +various creeks in order to decide which claims should lapse and which +should be retained. A quartz miner himself in his early youth, before +coming to Alaska, he dreamed of finding the mother-lode. A placer camp +he knew was ephemeral, while a quartz camp abided, and he kept a score +of men in the quest for months. The mother-lode was never found, and, +years afterward, he estimated that the search for it had cost him fifty +thousand dollars. +</P> + +<P> +But he was playing big. Heavy as were his expenses, he won more +heavily. He took lays, bought half shares, shared with the men he +grub-staked, and made personal locations. Day and night his dogs were +ready, and he owned the fastest teams; so that when a stampede to a new +discovery was on, it was Burning Daylight to the fore through the +longest, coldest nights till he blazed his stakes next to Discovery. +In one way or another (to say nothing of the many worthless creeks) he +came into possession of properties on the good creeks, such as Sulphur, +Dominion, Excelsis, Siwash, Cristo, Alhambra, and Doolittle. The +thousands he poured out flowed back in tens of thousands. Forty Mile +men told the story of his two tons of flour, and made calculations of +what it had returned him that ranged from half a million to a million. +One thing was known beyond all doubt, namely, that the half share in +the first Eldorado claim, bought by him for a half sack of flour, was +worth five hundred thousand. On the other hand, it was told that when +Freda, the dancer, arrived from over the passes in a Peterborough canoe +in the midst of a drive of mush-ice on the Yukon, and when she offered +a thousand dollars for ten sacks and could find no sellers, he sent the +flour to her as a present without ever seeing her. In the same way ten +sacks were sent to the lone Catholic priest who was starting the first +hospital. +</P> + +<P> +His generosity was lavish. Others called it insane. At a time when, +riding his hunch, he was getting half a million for half a sack of +flour, it was nothing less than insanity to give twenty whole sacks to +a dancing-girl and a priest. But it was his way. Money was only a +marker. It was the game that counted with him. The possession of +millions made little change in him, except that he played the game more +passionately. Temperate as he had always been, save on rare occasions, +now that he had the wherewithal for unlimited drinks and had daily +access to them, he drank even less. The most radical change lay in +that, except when on trail, he no longer did his own cooking. A +broken-down miner lived in his log cabin with him and now cooked for +him. But it was the same food: bacon, beans, flour, prunes, dried +fruits, and rice. He still dressed as formerly: overalls, German socks, +moccasins, flannel shirt, fur cap, and blanket coat. He did not take +up with cigars, which cost, the cheapest, from half a dollar to a +dollar each. The same Bull Durham and brown-paper cigarette, +hand-rolled, contented him. It was true that he kept more dogs, and +paid enormous prices for them. They were not a luxury, but a matter of +business. He needed speed in his travelling and stampeding. And by +the same token, he hired a cook. He was too busy to cook for himself, +that was all. It was poor business, playing for millions, to spend +time building fires and boiling water. +</P> + +<P> +Dawson grew rapidly that winter of 1896. Money poured in on Daylight +from the sale of town lots. He promptly invested it where it would +gather more. In fact, he played the dangerous game of pyramiding, and +no more perilous pyramiding than in a placer camp could be imagined. +But he played with his eyes wide open. +</P> + +<P> +"You-all just wait till the news of this strike reaches the Outside," +he told his old-timer cronies in the Moosehorn Saloon. "The news won't +get out till next spring. Then there's going to be three rushes. A +summer rush of men coming in light; a fall rush of men with outfits; +and a spring rush, the next year after that, of fifty thousand. +You-all won't be able to see the landscape for chechaquos. Well, +there's the summer and fall rush of 1897 to commence with. What are +you-all going to do about it?" +</P> + +<P> +"What are you going to do about it?" a friend demanded. +</P> + +<P> +"Nothing," he answered. "I've sure already done it. I've got a dozen +gangs strung out up the Yukon getting out logs. You-all'll see their +rafts coming down after the river breaks. Cabins! They sure will be +worth what a man can pay for them next fall. Lumber! It will sure go to +top-notch. I've got two sawmills freighting in over the passes. +They'll come down as soon as the lakes open up. And if you-all are +thinking of needing lumber, I'll make you-all contracts right +now—three hundred dollars a thousand, undressed." +</P> + +<P> +Corner lots in desirable locations sold that winter for from ten to +thirty thousand dollars. Daylight sent word out over the trails and +passes for the newcomers to bring down log-rafts, and, as a result, the +summer of 1897 saw his sawmills working day and night, on three shifts, +and still he had logs left over with which to build cabins. These +cabins, land included, sold at from one to several thousand dollars. +Two-story log buildings, in the business part of town, brought him from +forty to fifty thousand dollars apiece. These fresh accretions of +capital were immediately invested in other ventures. He turned gold +over and over, until everything that he touched seemed to turn to gold. +</P> + +<P> +But that first wild winter of Carmack's strike taught Daylight many +things. Despite the prodigality of his nature, he had poise. He +watched the lavish waste of the mushroom millionaires, and failed quite +to understand it. According to his nature and outlook, it was all very +well to toss an ante away in a night's frolic. That was what he had +done the night of the poker-game in Circle City when he lost fifty +thousand—all that he possessed. But he had looked on that fifty +thousand as a mere ante. When it came to millions, it was different. +Such a fortune was a stake, and was not to be sown on bar-room floors, +literally sown, flung broadcast out of the moosehide sacks by drunken +millionaires who had lost all sense of proportion. There was McMann, +who ran up a single bar-room bill of thirty-eight thousand dollars; and +Jimmie the Rough, who spent one hundred thousand a month for four +months in riotous living, and then fell down drunk in the snow one +March night and was frozen to death; and Swiftwater Bill, who, after +spending three valuable claims in an extravagance of debauchery, +borrowed three thousand dollars with which to leave the country, and +who, out of this sum, because the lady-love that had jilted him liked +eggs, cornered the one hundred and ten dozen eggs on the Dawson market, +paying twenty-four dollars a dozen for them and promptly feeding them +to the wolf-dogs. +</P> + +<P> +Champagne sold at from forty to fifty dollars a quart, and canned +oyster stew at fifteen dollars. Daylight indulged in no such luxuries. +He did not mind treating a bar-room of men to whiskey at fifty cents a +drink, but there was somewhere in his own extravagant nature a sense of +fitness and arithmetic that revolted against paying fifteen dollars for +the contents of an oyster can. On the other hand, he possibly spent +more money in relieving hard-luck cases than did the wildest of the new +millionaires on insane debauchery. Father Judge, of the hospital, +could have told of far more important donations than that first ten +sacks of flour. And old-timers who came to Daylight invariably went +away relieved according to their need. But fifty dollars for a quart of +fizzy champagne! That was appalling. +</P> + +<P> +And yet he still, on occasion, made one of his old-time hell-roaring +nights. But he did so for different reasons. First, it was expected of +him because it had been his way in the old days. And second, he could +afford it. But he no longer cared quite so much for that form of +diversion. He had developed, in a new way, the taste for power. It +had become a lust with him. By far the wealthiest miner in Alaska, he +wanted to be still wealthier. It was a big game he was playing in, and +he liked it better than any other game. In a way, the part he played +was creative. He was doing something. And at no time, striking +another chord of his nature, could he take the joy in a million-dollar +Eldorado dump that was at all equivalent to the joy he took in watching +his two sawmills working and the big down river log-rafts swinging into +the bank in the big eddy just above Moosehide Mountain. Gold, even on +the scales, was, after all, an abstraction. It represented things and +the power to do. But the sawmills were the things themselves, concrete +and tangible, and they were things that were a means to the doing of +more things. They were dreams come true, hard and indubitable +realizations of fairy gossamers. +</P> + +<P> +With the summer rush from the Outside came special correspondents for +the big newspapers and magazines, and one and all, using unlimited +space, they wrote Daylight up; so that, so far as the world was +concerned, Daylight loomed the largest figure in Alaska. Of course, +after several months, the world became interested in the Spanish War, +and forgot all about him; but in the Klondike itself Daylight still +remained the most prominent figure. Passing along the streets of +Dawson, all heads turned to follow him, and in the saloons chechaquos +watched him awesomely, scarcely taking their eyes from him as long as +he remained in their range of vision. Not alone was he the richest man +in the country, but he was Burning Daylight, the pioneer, the man who, +almost in the midst of antiquity of that young land, had crossed the +Chilcoot and drifted down the Yukon to meet those elder giants, Al Mayo +and Jack McQuestion. He was the Burning Daylight of scores of wild +adventures, the man who carried word to the ice-bound whaling fleet +across the tundra wilderness to the Arctic Sea, who raced the mail from +Circle to Salt Water and back again in sixty days, who saved the whole +Tanana tribe from perishing in the winter of '91—in short, the man who +smote the chechaquos' imaginations more violently than any other dozen +men rolled into one. +</P> + +<P> +He had the fatal facility for self-advertisement. Things he did, no +matter how adventitious or spontaneous, struck the popular imagination +as remarkable. And the latest thing he had done was always on men's +lips, whether it was being first in the heartbreaking stampede to +Danish Creek, in killing the record baldface grizzly over on Sulphur +Creek, or in winning the single-paddle canoe race on the Queen's +Birthday, after being forced to participate at the last moment by the +failure of the sourdough representative to appear. Thus, one night in +the Moosehorn, he locked horns with Jack Kearns in the long-promised +return game of poker. The sky and eight o'clock in the morning were +made the limits, and at the close of the game Daylight's winnings were +two hundred and thirty thousand dollars. To Jack Kearns, already a +several-times millionaire, this loss was not vital. But the whole +community was thrilled by the size of the stakes, and each one of the +dozen correspondents in the field sent out a sensational article. +</P> + +<BR> + +<P CLASS="footnote"> +[6] To copper: a term in faro, meaning to play a card to lose. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0112"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XII +</H3> + +<P> +Despite his many sources of revenue, Daylight's pyramiding kept him +pinched for cash throughout the first winter. The pay-gravel, thawed +on bed-rock and hoisted to the surface, immediately froze again. Thus +his dumps, containing several millions of gold, were inaccessible. Not +until the returning sun thawed the dumps and melted the water to wash +them was he able to handle the gold they contained. And then he found +himself with a surplus of gold, deposited in the two newly organized +banks; and he was promptly besieged by men and groups of men to enlist +his capital in their enterprises. +</P> + +<P> +But he elected to play his own game, and he entered combinations only +when they were generally defensive or offensive. Thus, though he had +paid the highest wages, he joined the Mine-owners' Association, +engineered the fight, and effectually curbed the growing +insubordination of the wage-earners. Times had changed. The old days +were gone forever. This was a new era, and Daylight, the wealthy +mine-owner, was loyal to his class affiliations. It was true, the +old-timers who worked for him, in order to be saved from the club of +the organized owners, were made foremen over the gang of chechaquos; +but this, with Daylight, was a matter of heart, not head. In his heart +he could not forget the old days, while with his head he played the +economic game according to the latest and most practical methods. +</P> + +<P> +But outside of such group-combinations of exploiters, he refused to +bind himself to any man's game. He was playing a great lone hand, and +he needed all his money for his own backing. The newly founded +stock-exchange interested him keenly. He had never before seen such an +institution, but he was quick to see its virtues and to utilize it. +Most of all, it was gambling, and on many an occasion not necessary for +the advancement of his own schemes, he, as he called it, went the +stock-exchange a flutter, out of sheer wantonness and fun. +</P> + +<P> +"It sure beats faro," was his comment one day, when, after keeping the +Dawson speculators in a fever for a week by alternate bulling and +bearing, he showed his hand and cleaned up what would have been a +fortune to any other man. +</P> + +<P> +Other men, having made their strike, had headed south for the States, +taking a furlough from the grim Arctic battle. But, asked when he was +going Outside, Daylight always laughed and said when he had finished +playing his hand. He also added that a man was a fool to quit a game +just when a winning hand had been dealt him. +</P> + +<P> +It was held by the thousands of hero-worshipping chechaquos that +Daylight was a man absolutely without fear. But Bettles and Dan +MacDonald and other sourdoughs shook their heads and laughed as they +mentioned women. And they were right. He had always been afraid of +them from the time, himself a lad of seventeen, when Queen Anne, of +Juneau, made open and ridiculous love to him. For that matter, he +never had known women. Born in a mining-camp where they were rare and +mysterious, having no sisters, his mother dying while he was an infant, +he had never been in contact with them. True, running away from Queen +Anne, he had later encountered them on the Yukon and cultivated an +acquaintance with them—the pioneer ones who crossed the passes on the +trail of the men who had opened up the first diggings. But no lamb had +ever walked with a wolf in greater fear and trembling than had he +walked with them. It was a matter of masculine pride that he should +walk with them, and he had done so in fair seeming; but women had +remained to him a closed book, and he preferred a game of solo or +seven-up any time. +</P> + +<P> +And now, known as the King of the Klondike, carrying several other +royal titles, such as Eldorado King, Bonanza King, the Lumber Baron, +and the Prince of the Stampeders, not to omit the proudest appellation +of all, namely, the Father of the Sourdoughs, he was more afraid of +women than ever. As never before they held out their arms to him, and +more women were flocking into the country day by day. It mattered not +whether he sat at dinner in the gold commissioner's house, called for +the drinks in a dancehall, or submitted to an interview from the woman +representative of the New York Sun, one and all of them held out their +arms. +</P> + +<P> +There was one exception, and that was Freda, the girl that danced, and +to whom he had given the flour. She was the only woman in whose +company he felt at ease, for she alone never reached out her arms. And +yet it was from her that he was destined to receive next to his +severest fright. It came about in the fall of 1897. He was returning +from one of his dashes, this time to inspect Henderson, a creek that +entered the Yukon just below the Stewart. Winter had come on with a +rush, and he fought his way down the Yukon seventy miles in a frail +Peterborough canoe in the midst of a run of mush-ice. Hugging the +rim-ice that had already solidly formed, he shot across the ice-spewing +mouth of the Klondike just in time to see a lone man dancing excitedly +on the rim and pointing into the water. Next, he saw the fur-clad body +of a woman, face under, sinking in the midst of the driving mush-ice. +A lane opening in the swirl of the current, it was a matter of seconds +to drive the canoe to the spot, reach to the shoulder in the water, and +draw the woman gingerly to the canoe's side. It was Freda. And all +might yet have been well with him, had she not, later, when brought +back to consciousness, blazed at him with angry blue eyes and demanded: +"Why did you? Oh, why did you?" +</P> + +<P> +This worried him. In the nights that followed, instead of sinking +immediately to sleep as was his wont, he lay awake, visioning her face +and that blue blaze of wrath, and conning her words over and over. +They rang with sincerity. The reproach was genuine. She had meant +just what she said. And still he pondered. +</P> + +<P> +The next time he encountered her she had turned away from him angrily +and contemptuously. And yet again, she came to him to beg his pardon, +and she dropped a hint of a man somewhere, sometime,—she said not +how,—who had left her with no desire to live. Her speech was frank, +but incoherent, and all he gleaned from it was that the event, whatever +it was, had happened years before. Also, he gleaned that she had loved +the man. +</P> + +<P> +That was the thing—love. It caused the trouble. It was more terrible +than frost or famine. Women were all very well, in themselves good to +look upon and likable; but along came this thing called love, and they +were seared to the bone by it, made so irrational that one could never +guess what they would do next. +</P> + +<P> +This Freda-woman was a splendid creature, full-bodied, beautiful, and +nobody's fool; but love had come along and soured her on the world, +driving her to the Klondike and to suicide so compellingly that she was +made to hate the man that saved her life. +</P> + +<P> +Well, he had escaped love so far, just as he had escaped smallpox; yet +there it was, as contagious as smallpox, and a whole lot worse in +running its course. It made men and women do such fearful and +unreasonable things. It was like delirium tremens, only worse. And if +he, Daylight, caught it, he might have it as badly as any of them. It +was lunacy, stark lunacy, and contagious on top of it all. A half +dozen young fellows were crazy over Freda. They all wanted to marry +her. Yet she, in turn, was crazy over that some other fellow on the +other side of the world, and would have nothing to do with them. +</P> + +<P> +But it was left to the Virgin to give him his final fright. She was +found one morning dead in her cabin. A shot through the head had done +it, and she had left no message, no explanation. Then came the talk. +Some wit, voicing public opinion, called it a case of too much +Daylight. She had killed herself because of him. Everybody knew this, +and said so. The correspondents wrote it up, and once more Burning +Daylight, King of the Klondike, was sensationally featured in the +Sunday supplements of the United States. The Virgin had straightened +up, so the feature-stories ran, and correctly so. Never had she +entered a Dawson City dance-hall. When she first arrived from Circle +City, she had earned her living by washing clothes. Next, she had +bought a sewing-machine and made men's drill parkas, fur caps, and +moosehide mittens. Then she had gone as a clerk into the First Yukon +Bank. All this, and more, was known and told, though one and all were +agreed that Daylight, while the cause, had been the innocent cause of +her untimely end. +</P> + +<P> +And the worst of it was that Daylight knew it was true. Always would +he remember that last night he had seen her. He had thought nothing of +it at the time; but, looking back, he was haunted by every little thing +that had happened. In the light of the tragic event, he could +understand everything—her quietness, that calm certitude as if all +vexing questions of living had been smoothed out and were gone, and +that certain ethereal sweetness about all that she had said and done +that had been almost maternal. He remembered the way she had looked at +him, how she had laughed when he narrated Mickey Dolan's mistake in +staking the fraction on Skookum Gulch. Her laughter had been lightly +joyous, while at the same time it had lacked its oldtime robustness. +Not that she had been grave or subdued. On the contrary, she had been +so patently content, so filled with peace. +</P> + +<P> +She had fooled him, fool that he was. He had even thought that night +that her feeling for him had passed, and he had taken delight in the +thought, and caught visions of the satisfying future friendship that +would be theirs with this perturbing love out of the way. +</P> + +<P> +And then, when he stood at the door, cap in hand, and said good night. +It had struck him at the time as a funny and embarrassing thing, her +bending over his hand and kissing it. He had felt like a fool, but he +shivered now when he looked back on it and felt again the touch of her +lips on his hand. She was saying good-by, an eternal good-by, and he +had never guessed. At that very moment, and for all the moments of the +evening, coolly and deliberately, as he well knew her way, she had been +resolved to die. If he had only known it! Untouched by the contagious +malady himself, nevertheless he would have married her if he had had +the slightest inkling of what she contemplated. And yet he knew, +furthermore, that hers was a certain stiff-kneed pride that would not +have permitted her to accept marriage as an act of philanthropy. There +had really been no saving her, after all. The love-disease had fastened +upon her, and she had been doomed from the first to perish of it. +</P> + +<P> +Her one possible chance had been that he, too, should have caught it. +And he had failed to catch it. Most likely, if he had, it would have +been from Freda or some other woman. There was Dartworthy, the college +man who had staked the rich fraction on Bonanza above Discovery. +Everybody knew that old Doolittle's daughter, Bertha, was madly in love +with him. Yet, when he contracted the disease, of all women, it had +been with the wife of Colonel Walthstone, the great Guggenhammer mining +expert. Result, three lunacy cases: Dartworthy selling out his mine for +one-tenth its value; the poor woman sacrificing her respectability and +sheltered nook in society to flee with him in an open boat down the +Yukon; and Colonel Walthstone, breathing murder and destruction, taking +out after them in another open boat. The whole impending tragedy had +moved on down the muddy Yukon, passing Forty Mile and Circle and losing +itself in the wilderness beyond. But there it was, love, disorganizing +men's and women's lives, driving toward destruction and death, turning +topsy-turvy everything that was sensible and considerate, making bawds +or suicides out of virtuous women, and scoundrels and murderers out of +men who had always been clean and square. +</P> + +<P> +For the first time in his life Daylight lost his nerve. He was badly +and avowedly frightened. Women were terrible creatures, and the +love-germ was especially plentiful in their neighborhood. +</P> + +<P> +And they were so reckless, so devoid of fear. THEY were not frightened +by what had happened to the Virgin. They held out their arms to him +more seductively than ever. Even without his fortune, reckoned as a +mere man, just past thirty, magnificently strong and equally +good-looking and good-natured, he was a prize for most normal women. +But when to his natural excellences were added the romance that linked +with his name and the enormous wealth that was his, practically every +free woman he encountered measured him with an appraising and delighted +eye, to say nothing of more than one woman who was not free. Other men +might have been spoiled by this and led to lose their heads; but the +only effect on him was to increase his fright. As a result he refused +most invitations to houses where women might be met, and frequented +bachelor boards and the Moosehorn Saloon, which had no dance-hall +attached. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0113"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XIII +</H3> + +<P> +Six thousand spent the winter of 1897 in Dawson, work on the creeks +went on apace, while beyond the passes it was reported that one hundred +thousand more were waiting for the spring. Late one brief afternoon, +Daylight, on the benches between French Hill and Skookum Hill, caught a +wider vision of things. Beneath him lay the richest part of Eldorado +Creek, while up and down Bonanza he could see for miles. It was a +scene of a vast devastation. The hills, to their tops, had been shorn +of trees, and their naked sides showed signs of goring and perforating +that even the mantle of snow could not hide. Beneath him, in every +direction were the cabins of men. But not many men were visible. A +blanket of smoke filled the valleys and turned the gray day to +melancholy twilight. Smoke arose from a thousand holes in the snow, +where, deep down on bed-rock, in the frozen muck and gravel, men crept +and scratched and dug, and ever built more fires to break the grip of +the frost. Here and there, where new shafts were starting, these fires +flamed redly. Figures of men crawled out of the holes, or disappeared +into them, or, on raised platforms of hand-hewn timber, windlassed the +thawed gravel to the surface, where it immediately froze. The wreckage +of the spring washing appeared everywhere—piles of sluice-boxes, +sections of elevated flumes, huge water-wheels,—all the debris of an +army of gold-mad men. +</P> + +<P> +"It-all's plain gophering," Daylight muttered aloud. +</P> + +<P> +He looked at the naked hills and realized the enormous wastage of wood +that had taken place. From this bird's-eye view he realized the +monstrous confusion of their excited workings. It was a gigantic +inadequacy. Each worked for himself, and the result was chaos. In +this richest of diggings it cost out by their feverish, unthinking +methods another dollar was left hopelessly in the earth. Given another +year, and most of the claims would be worked out, and the sum of the +gold taken out would no more than equal what was left behind. +</P> + +<P> +Organization was what was needed, he decided; and his quick imagination +sketched Eldorado Creek, from mouth to source, and from mountain top to +mountain top, in the hands of one capable management. Even +steam-thawing, as yet untried, but bound to come, he saw would be a +makeshift. What should be done was to hydraulic the valley sides and +benches, and then, on the creek bottom, to use gold-dredges such as he +had heard described as operating in California. +</P> + +<P> +There was the very chance for another big killing. He had wondered +just what was precisely the reason for the Guggenhammers and the big +English concerns sending in their high-salaried experts. That was +their scheme. That was why they had approached him for the sale of +worked-out claims and tailings. They were content to let the small +mine-owners gopher out what they could, for there would be millions in +the leavings. +</P> + +<P> +And, gazing down on the smoky inferno of crude effort, Daylight +outlined the new game he would play, a game in which the Guggenhammers +and the rest would have to reckon with him. Cut along with the delight +in the new conception came a weariness. He was tired of the long Arctic +years, and he was curious about the Outside—the great world of which +he had heard other men talk and of which he was as ignorant as a child. +There were games out there to play. It was a larger table, and there +was no reason why he with his millions should not sit in and take a +hand. So it was, that afternoon on Skookum Hill, that he resolved to +play this last best Klondike hand and pull for the Outside. +</P> + +<P> +It took time, however. He put trusted agents to work on the heels of +great experts, and on the creeks where they began to buy he likewise +bought. Wherever they tried to corner a worked-out creek, they found +him standing in the way, owning blocks of claims or artfully scattered +claims that put all their plans to naught. +</P> + +<P> +"I play you-all wide open to win—am I right" he told them once, in a +heated conference. +</P> + +<P> +Followed wars, truces, compromises, victories, and defeats. By 1898, +sixty thousand men were on the Klondike and all their fortunes and +affairs rocked back and forth and were affected by the battles Daylight +fought. And more and more the taste for the larger game urged in +Daylight's mouth. Here he was already locked in grapples with the +great Guggenhammers, and winning, fiercely winning. Possibly the +severest struggle was waged on Ophir, the veriest of moose-pastures, +whose low-grade dirt was valuable only because of its vastness. The +ownership of a block of seven claims in the heart of it gave Daylight +his grip and they could not come to terms. The Guggenhammer experts +concluded that it was too big for him to handle, and when they gave him +an ultimatum to that effect he accepted and bought them out. +</P> + +<P> +The plan was his own, but he sent down to the States for competent +engineers to carry it out. In the Rinkabilly watershed, eighty miles +away, he built his reservoir, and for eighty miles the huge wooden +conduit carried the water across country to Ophir. Estimated at three +millions, the reservoir and conduit cost nearer four. Nor did he stop +with this. Electric power plants were installed, and his workings were +lighted as well as run by electricity. Other sourdoughs, who had +struck it rich in excess of all their dreams, shook their heads +gloomily, warned him that he would go broke, and declined to invest in +so extravagant a venture. +</P> + +<P> +But Daylight smiled, and sold out the remainder of his town-site +holdings. He sold at the right time, at the height of the placer boom. +When he prophesied to his old cronies, in the Moosehorn Saloon, that +within five years town lots in Dawson could not be given away, while +the cabins would be chopped up for firewood, he was laughed at roundly, +and assured that the mother-lode would be found ere that time. But he +went ahead, when his need for lumber was finished, selling out his +sawmills as well. Likewise, he began to get rid of his scattered +holdings on the various creeks, and without thanks to any one he +finished his conduit, built his dredges, imported his machinery, and +made the gold of Ophir immediately accessible. And he, who five years +before had crossed over the divide from Indian River and threaded the +silent wilderness, his dogs packing Indian fashion, himself living +Indian fashion on straight moose meat, now heard the hoarse whistles +calling his hundreds of laborers to work, and watched them toil under +the white glare of the arc-lamps. +</P> + +<P> +But having done the thing, he was ready to depart. And when he let the +word go out, the Guggenhammers vied with the English concerns and with +a new French company in bidding for Ophir and all its plant. The +Guggenhammers bid highest, and the price they paid netted Daylight a +clean million. It was current rumor that he was worth anywhere from +twenty to thirty millions. But he alone knew just how he stood, and +that, with his last claim sold and the table swept clean of his +winnings, he had ridden his hunch to the tune of just a trifle over +eleven millions. +</P> + +<P> +His departure was a thing that passed into the history of the Yukon +along with his other deeds. All the Yukon was his guest, Dawson the +seat of the festivity. On that one last night no man's dust save his +own was good. Drinks were not to be purchased. Every saloon ran open, +with extra relays of exhausted bartenders, and the drinks were given +away. A man who refused this hospitality, and persisted in paying, +found a dozen fights on his hands. The veriest chechaquos rose up to +defend the name of Daylight from such insult. And through it all, on +moccasined feet, moved Daylight, hell-roaring Burning Daylight, +over-spilling with good nature and camaraderie, howling his he-wolf +howl and claiming the night as his, bending men's arms down on the +bars, performing feats of strength, his bronzed face flushed with +drink, his black eyes flashing, clad in overalls and blanket coat, his +ear-flaps dangling and his gauntleted mittens swinging from the cord +across the shoulders. But this time it was neither an ante nor a stake +that he threw away, but a mere marker in the game that he who held so +many markers would not miss. +</P> + +<P> +As a night, it eclipsed anything that Dawson had ever seen. It was +Daylight's desire to make it memorable, and his attempt was a success. +A goodly portion of Dawson got drunk that night. The fall weather was +on, and, though the freeze-up of the Yukon still delayed, the +thermometer was down to twenty-five below zero and falling. Wherefore, +it was necessary to organize gangs of life-savers, who patrolled the +streets to pick up drunken men from where they fell in the snow and +where an hour's sleep would be fatal. Daylight, whose whim it was to +make them drunk by hundreds and by thousands, was the one who initiated +this life saving. He wanted Dawson to have its night, but, in his +deeper processes never careless nor wanton, he saw to it that it was a +night without accident. And, like his olden nights, his ukase went +forth that there should be no quarrelling nor fighting, offenders to be +dealt with by him personally. Nor did he have to deal with any. +Hundreds of devoted followers saw to it that the evilly disposed were +rolled in the snow and hustled off to bed. In the great world, where +great captains of industry die, all wheels under their erstwhile +management are stopped for a minute. +</P> + +<P> +But in the Klondike, such was its hilarious sorrow at the departure of +its captain, that for twenty-four hours no wheels revolved. Even great +Ophir, with its thousand men on the pay-roll, closed down. On the day +after the night there were no men present or fit to go to work. +</P> + +<P> +Next morning, at break of day, Dawson said good-by. The thousands that +lined the bank wore mittens and their ear-flaps pulled down and tied. +It was thirty below zero, the rim-ice was thickening, and the Yukon +carried a run of mush-ice. From the deck of the Seattle, Daylight +waved and called his farewells. As the lines were cast off and the +steamer swung out into the current, those near him saw the moisture +well up in Daylight's eyes. In a way, it was to him departure from his +native land, this grim Arctic region which was practically the only +land he had known. He tore off his cap and waved it. +</P> + +<P> +"Good-by, you-all!" he called. "Good-by, you-all!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0201"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +PART II +</H3> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER I +</H3> + +<P> +In no blaze of glory did Burning Daylight descend upon San Francisco. +Not only had he been forgotten, but the Klondike along with him. The +world was interested in other things, and the Alaskan adventure, like +the Spanish War, was an old story. Many things had happened since +then. Exciting things were happening every day, and the +sensation-space of newspapers was limited. The effect of being ignored, +however, was an exhilaration. Big man as he had been in the Arctic +game, it merely showed how much bigger was this new game, when a man +worth eleven millions, and with a history such as his, passed unnoticed. +</P> + +<P> +He settled down in St. Francis Hotel, was interviewed by the +cub-reporters on the hotel-run, and received brief paragraphs of notice +for twenty-four hours. He grinned to himself, and began to look around +and get acquainted with the new order of beings and things. He was +very awkward and very self-possessed. In addition to the stiffening +afforded his backbone by the conscious ownership of eleven millions, he +possessed an enormous certitude. +</P> + +<P> +Nothing abashed him, nor was he appalled by the display and culture and +power around him. It was another kind of wilderness, that was all; and +it was for him to learn the ways of it, the signs and trails and +water-holes where good hunting lay, and the bad stretches of field and +flood to be avoided. As usual, he fought shy of the women. He was +still too badly scared to come to close quarters with the dazzling and +resplendent creatures his own millions made accessible. +</P> + +<P> +They looked and longed, but he so concealed his timidity that he had +all the seeming of moving boldly among them. Nor was it his wealth +alone that attracted them. He was too much a man, and too much an +unusual type of man. Young yet, barely thirty-six, eminently handsome, +magnificently strong, almost bursting with a splendid virility, his +free trail-stride, never learned on pavements, and his black eyes, +hinting of great spaces and unwearied with the close perspective of the +city dwellers, drew many a curious and wayward feminine glance. He +saw, grinned knowingly to himself, and faced them as so many dangers, +with a cool demeanor that was a far greater personal achievement than +had they been famine, frost, or flood. +</P> + +<P> +He had come down to the States to play the man's game, not the woman's +game; and the men he had not yet learned. They struck him as +soft—soft physically; yet he divined them hard in their dealings, but +hard under an exterior of supple softness. It struck him that there +was something cat-like about them. He met them in the clubs, and +wondered how real was the good-fellowship they displayed and how +quickly they would unsheathe their claws and gouge and rend. "That's +the proposition," he repeated to himself; "what will they-all do when +the play is close and down to brass tacks?" He felt unwarrantably +suspicious of them. "They're sure slick," was his secret judgment; and +from bits of gossip dropped now and again he felt his judgment well +buttressed. On the other hand, they radiated an atmosphere of +manliness and the fair play that goes with manliness. They might gouge +and rend in a fight—which was no more than natural; but he felt, +somehow, that they would gouge and rend according to rule. This was the +impression he got of them—a generalization tempered by knowledge that +there was bound to be a certain percentage of scoundrels among them. +</P> + +<P> +Several months passed in San Francisco during which time he studied the +game and its rules, and prepared himself to take a hand. He even took +private instruction in English, and succeeded in eliminating his worst +faults, though in moments of excitement he was prone to lapse into +"you-all," "knowed," "sure," and similar solecisms. He learned to eat +and dress and generally comport himself after the manner of civilized +man; but through it all he remained himself, not unduly reverential nor +considerative, and never hesitating to stride rough-shod over any +soft-faced convention if it got in his way and the provocation were +great enough. Also, and unlike the average run of weaker men coming +from back countries and far places, he failed to reverence the +particular tin gods worshipped variously by the civilized tribes of +men. He had seen totems before, and knew them for what they were. +</P> + +<P> +Tiring of being merely an onlooker, he ran up to Nevada, where the new +gold-mining boom was fairly started—"just to try a flutter," as he +phrased it to himself. The flutter on the Tonopah Stock Exchange +lasted just ten days, during which time his smashing, wild-bull game +played ducks and drakes with the more stereotyped gamblers, and at the +end of which time, having gambled Floridel into his fist, he let go for +a net profit of half a million. Whereupon, smacking his lips, he +departed for San Francisco and the St. Francis Hotel. It tasted good, +and his hunger for the game became more acute. +</P> + +<P> +And once more the papers sensationalized him. BURNING DAYLIGHT was a +big-letter headline again. Interviewers flocked about him. +</P> + +<P> +Old files of magazines and newspapers were searched through, and the +romantic and historic Elam Harnish, Adventurer of the Frost, King of +the Klondike, and father of the Sourdoughs, strode upon the breakfast +table of a million homes along with the toast and breakfast foods. +Even before his elected time, he was forcibly launched into the game. +Financiers and promoters, and all the flotsam and jetsam of the sea of +speculation surged upon the shores of his eleven millions. In +self-defence he was compelled to open offices. He had made them sit up +and take notice, and now, willy-nilly, they were dealing him hands and +clamoring for him to play. Well, play he would; he'd show 'em; even +despite the elated prophesies made of how swiftly he would be +trimmed—prophesies coupled with descriptions of the bucolic game he +would play and of his wild and woolly appearance. +</P> + +<P> +He dabbled in little things at first—"stalling for time," as he +explained it to Holdsworthy, a friend he had made at the Alta-Pacific +Club. Daylight himself was a member of the club, and Holdsworthy had +proposed him. And it was well that Daylight played closely at first, +for he was astounded by the multitudes of sharks—"ground-sharks," he +called them—that flocked about him. +</P> + +<P> +He saw through their schemes readily enough, and even marveled that +such numbers of them could find sufficient prey to keep them going. +Their rascality and general dubiousness was so transparent that he +could not understand how any one could be taken in by them. +</P> + +<P> +And then he found that there were sharks and sharks. Holdsworthy +treated him more like a brother than a mere fellow-clubman, watching +over him, advising him, and introducing him to the magnates of the +local financial world. Holdsworthy's family lived in a delightful +bungalow near Menlo Park, and here Daylight spent a number of weekends, +seeing a fineness and kindness of home life of which he had never +dreamed. Holdsworthy was an enthusiast over flowers, and a half +lunatic over raising prize poultry; and these engrossing madnesses were +a source of perpetual joy to Daylight, who looked on in tolerant good +humor. Such amiable weaknesses tokened the healthfulness of the man, +and drew Daylight closer to him. A prosperous, successful business man +without great ambition, was Daylight's estimate of him—a man too +easily satisfied with the small stakes of the game ever to launch out +in big play. +</P> + +<P> +On one such week-end visit, Holdsworthy let him in on a good thing, a +good little thing, a brickyard at Glen Ellen. Daylight listened +closely to the other's description of the situation. It was a most +reasonable venture, and Daylight's one objection was that it was so +small a matter and so far out of his line; and he went into it only as +a matter of friendship, Holdsworthy explaining that he was himself +already in a bit, and that while it was a good thing, he would be +compelled to make sacrifices in other directions in order to develop +it. Daylight advanced the capital, fifty thousand dollars, and, as he +laughingly explained afterward, "I was stung, all right, but it wasn't +Holdsworthy that did it half as much as those blamed chickens and +fruit-trees of his." +</P> + +<P> +It was a good lesson, however, for he learned that there were few +faiths in the business world, and that even the simple, homely faith of +breaking bread and eating salt counted for little in the face of a +worthless brickyard and fifty thousand dollars in cash. +</P> + +<P> +But the sharks and sharks of various orders and degrees, he concluded, +were on the surface. Deep down, he divined, were the integrities and +the stabilities. These big captains of industry and masters of +finance, he decided, were the men to work with. By the very nature of +their huge deals and enterprises they had to play fair. No room there +for little sharpers' tricks and bunco games. It was to be expected +that little men should salt gold-mines with a shotgun and work off +worthless brick-yards on their friends, but in high finance such +methods were not worth while. There the men were engaged in developing +the country, organizing its railroads, opening up its mines, making +accessible its vast natural resources. Their play was bound to be big +and stable. "They sure can't afford tin-horn tactics," was his summing +up. +</P> + +<P> +So it was that he resolved to leave the little men, the Holdsworthys, +alone; and, while he met them in good-fellowship, he chummed with none, +and formed no deep friendships. He did not dislike the little men, the +men of the Alta-Pacific, for instance. He merely did not elect to +choose them for partners in the big game in which he intended to play. +What that big game was, even he did not know. He was waiting to find +it. And in the meantime he played small hands, investing in several +arid-lands reclamation projects and keeping his eyes open for the big +chance when it should come along. +</P> + +<P> +And then he met John Dowsett, the great John Dowsett. The whole thing +was fortuitous. This cannot be doubted, as Daylight himself knew, it +was by the merest chance, when in Los Angeles, that he heard the tuna +were running strong at Santa Catalina, and went over to the island +instead of returning directly to San Francisco as he had planned. +There he met John Dowsett, resting off for several days in the middle +of a flying western trip. Dowsett had of course heard of the +spectacular Klondike King and his rumored thirty millions, and he +certainly found himself interested by the man in the acquaintance that +was formed. Somewhere along in this acquaintanceship the idea must have +popped into his brain. But he did not broach it, preferring to mature +it carefully. So he talked in large general ways, and did his best to +be agreeable and win Daylight's friendship. +</P> + +<P> +It was the first big magnate Daylight had met face to face, and he was +pleased and charmed. There was such a kindly humanness about the man, +such a genial democraticness, that Daylight found it hard to realize +that this was THE John Dowsett, president of a string of banks, +insurance manipulator, reputed ally of the lieutenants of Standard Oil, +and known ally of the Guggenhammers. +</P> + +<P> +Nor did his looks belie his reputation and his manner. +</P> + +<P> +Physically, he guaranteed all that Daylight knew of him. Despite his +sixty years and snow-white hair, his hand-shake was firmly hearty, and +he showed no signs of decrepitude, walking with a quick, snappy step, +making all movements definitely and decisively. His skin was a healthy +pink, and his thin, clean lips knew the way to writhe heartily over a +joke. He had honest blue eyes of palest blue; they looked out at one +keenly and frankly from under shaggy gray brows. His mind showed +itself disciplined and orderly, and its workings struck Daylight as +having all the certitude of a steel trap. He was a man who KNEW and +who never decorated his knowledge with foolish frills of sentiment or +emotion. That he was accustomed to command was patent, and every word +and gesture tingled with power. Combined with this was his sympathy +and tact, and Daylight could note easily enough all the earmarks that +distinguished him from a little man of the Holdsworthy caliber. +Daylight knew also his history, the prime old American stock from which +he had descended, his own war record, the John Dowsett before him who +had been one of the banking buttresses of the Cause of the Union, the +Commodore Dowsett of the War of 1812 the General Dowsett of +Revolutionary fame, and that first far Dowsett, owner of lands and +slaves in early New England. +</P> + +<P> +"He's sure the real thing," he told one of his fellow-clubmen +afterwards, in the smoking-room of the Alta-Pacific. "I tell you, +Gallon, he was a genuine surprise to me. I knew the big ones had to be +like that, but I had to see him to really know it. He's one of the +fellows that does things. You can see it sticking out all over him. +He's one in a thousand, that's straight, a man to tie to. There's no +limit to any game he plays, and you can stack on it that he plays right +up to the handle. I bet he can lose or win half a dozen million +without batting an eye." +</P> + +<P> +Gallon puffed at his cigar, and at the conclusion of the panegyric +regarded the other curiously; but Daylight, ordering cocktails, failed +to note this curious stare. +</P> + +<P> +"Going in with him on some deal, I suppose," Gallon remarked. +</P> + +<P> +"Nope, not the slightest idea. Here's kindness. I was just explaining +that I'd come to understand how these big fellows do big things. Why, +d'ye know, he gave me such a feeling that he knew everything, that I +was plumb ashamed of myself." +</P> + +<P> +"I guess I could give him cards and spades when it comes to driving a +dog-team, though," Daylight observed, after a meditative pause. "And I +really believe I could put him on to a few wrinkles in poker and placer +mining, and maybe in paddling a birch canoe. And maybe I stand a +better chance to learn the game he's been playing all his life than he +would stand of learning the game I played up North." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0202"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER II +</H3> + +<P> +It was not long afterward that Daylight came on to New York. A letter +from John Dowsett had been the cause—a simple little typewritten +letter of several lines. But Daylight had thrilled as he read it. He +remembered the thrill that was his, a callow youth of fifteen, when, in +Tempas Butte, through lack of a fourth man, Tom Galsworthy, the +gambler, had said, "Get in, Kid; take a hand." That thrill was his +now. The bald, typewritten sentences seemed gorged with mystery. "Our +Mr. Howison will call upon you at your hotel. He is to be trusted. We +must not be seen together. You will understand after we have had our +talk." Daylight conned the words over and over. That was it. The big +game had arrived, and it looked as if he were being invited to sit in +and take a hand. Surely, for no other reason would one man so +peremptorily invite another man to make a journey across the continent. +</P> + +<P> +They met—thanks to "our" Mr. Howison,—up the Hudson, in a magnificent +country home. Daylight, according to instructions, arrived in a +private motor-car which had been furnished him. Whose car it was he did +not know any more than did he know the owner of the house, with its +generous, rolling, tree-studded lawns. Dowsett was already there, and +another man whom Daylight recognized before the introduction was begun. +It was Nathaniel Letton, and none other. Daylight had seen his face a +score of times in the magazines and newspapers, and read about his +standing in the financial world and about his endowed University of +Daratona. He, likewise, struck Daylight as a man of power, though he +was puzzled in that he could find no likeness to Dowsett. Except in +the matter of cleanness,—a cleanness that seemed to go down to the +deepest fibers of him,—Nathaniel Letton was unlike the other in every +particular. Thin to emaciation, he seemed a cold flame of a man, a man +of a mysterious, chemic sort of flame, who, under a glacier-like +exterior, conveyed, somehow, the impression of the ardent heat of a +thousand suns. His large gray eyes were mainly responsible for this +feeling, and they blazed out feverishly from what was almost a +death's-head, so thin was the face, the skin of which was a ghastly, +dull, dead white. Not more than fifty, thatched with a sparse growth +of iron-gray hair, he looked several times the age of Dowsett. Yet +Nathaniel Letton possessed control—Daylight could see that plainly. +He was a thin-faced ascetic, living in a state of high, attenuated +calm—a molten planet under a transcontinental ice sheet. And yet, +above all most of all, Daylight was impressed by the terrific and +almost awful cleanness of the man. There was no dross in him. He had +all the seeming of having been purged by fire. Daylight had the +feeling that a healthy man-oath would be a deadly offence to his ears, +a sacrilege and a blasphemy. +</P> + +<P> +They drank—that is, Nathaniel Letton took mineral water served by the +smoothly operating machine of a lackey who inhabited the place, while +Dowsett took Scotch and soda and Daylight a cocktail. Nobody seemed to +notice the unusualness of a Martini at midnight, though Daylight looked +sharply for that very thing; for he had long since learned that +Martinis had their strictly appointed times and places. But he liked +Martinis, and, being a natural man, he chose deliberately to drink when +and how he pleased. Others had noticed this peculiar habit of his, but +not so Dowsett and Letton; and Daylight's secret thought was: "They +sure wouldn't bat an eye if I called for a glass of corrosive +sublimate." +</P> + +<P> +Leon Guggenhammer arrived in the midst of the drink, and ordered +Scotch. Daylight studied him curiously. This was one of the great +Guggenhammer family; a younger one, but nevertheless one of the crowd +with which he had locked grapples in the North. Nor did Leon +Guggenhammer fail to mention cognizance of that old affair. He +complimented Daylight on his prowess—"The echoes of Ophir came down to +us, you know. And I must say, Mr. Daylight—er, Mr. Harnish, that you +whipped us roundly in that affair." +</P> + +<P> +Echoes! Daylight could not escape the shock of the phrase—echoes had +come down to them of the fight into which he had flung all his strength +and the strength of his Klondike millions. The Guggenhammers sure must +go some when a fight of that dimension was no more than a skirmish of +which they deigned to hear echoes. +</P> + +<P> +"They sure play an almighty big game down here," was his conclusion, +accompanied by a corresponding elation that it was just precisely that +almighty big game in which he was about to be invited to play a hand. +For the moment he poignantly regretted that rumor was not true, and +that his eleven millions were not in reality thirty millions. Well, +that much he would be frank about; he would let them know exactly how +many stacks of chips he could buy. +</P> + +<P> +Leon Guggenhammer was young and fat. Not a day more than thirty, his +face, save for the adumbrated puff sacks under the eyes, was as smooth +and lineless as a boy's. He, too, gave the impression of cleanness. +He showed in the pink of health; his unblemished, smooth-shaven skin +shouted advertisement of his splendid physical condition. In the face +of that perfect skin, his very fatness and mature, rotund paunch could +be nothing other than normal. He was constituted to be prone to +fatness, that was all. +</P> + +<P> +The talk soon centred down to business, though Guggenhammer had first +to say his say about the forthcoming international yacht race and about +his own palatial steam yacht, the Electra, whose recent engines were +already antiquated. Dowsett broached the plan, aided by an occasional +remark from the other two, while Daylight asked questions. Whatever +the proposition was, he was going into it with his eyes open. And they +filled his eyes with the practical vision of what they had in mind. +</P> + +<P> +"They will never dream you are with us," Guggenhammer interjected, as +the outlining of the matter drew to a close, his handsome Jewish eyes +flashing enthusiastically. "They'll think you are raiding on your own +in proper buccaneer style." +</P> + +<P> +"Of course, you understand, Mr. Harnish, the absolute need for keeping +our alliance in the dark," Nathaniel Letton warned gravely. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight nodded his head. "And you also understand," Letton went on, +"that the result can only be productive of good. The thing is +legitimate and right, and the only ones who may be hurt are the stock +gamblers themselves. It is not an attempt to smash the market. As you +see yourself, you are to bull the market. The honest investor will be +the gainer." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, that's the very thing," Dowsett said. "The commercial need for +copper is continually increasing. Ward Valley Copper, and all that it +stands for,—practically one-quarter of the world's supply, as I have +shown you,—is a big thing, how big, even we can scarcely estimate. +Our arrangements are made. We have plenty of capital ourselves, and +yet we want more. Also, there is too much Ward Valley out to suit our +present plans. Thus we kill both birds with one stone—" +</P> + +<P> +"And I am the stone," Daylight broke in with a smile. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, just that. Not only will you bull Ward Valley, but you will at +the same time gather Ward Valley in. This will be of inestimable +advantage to us, while you and all of us will profit by it as well. +And as Mr. Letton has pointed out, the thing is legitimate and square. +On the eighteenth the directors meet, and, instead of the customary +dividend, a double dividend will be declared." +</P> + +<P> +"And where will the shorts be then?" Leon Guggenhammer cried excitedly. +</P> + +<P> +"The shorts will be the speculators," Nathaniel Letton explained, "the +gamblers, the froth of Wall Street—you understand. The genuine +investors will not be hurt. Furthermore, they will have learned for +the thousandth time to have confidence in Ward Valley. And with their +confidence we can carry through the large developments we have outlined +to you." +</P> + +<P> +"There will be all sorts of rumors on the street," Dowsett warned +Daylight, "but do not let them frighten you. These rumors may even +originate with us. You can see how and why clearly. But rumors are to +be no concern of yours. You are on the inside. All you have to do is +buy, buy, buy, and keep on buying to the last stroke, when the +directors declare the double dividend. Ward Valley will jump so that it +won't be feasible to buy after that." +</P> + +<P> +"What we want," Letton took up the strain, pausing significantly to sip +his mineral water, "what we want is to take large blocks of Ward Valley +off the hands of the public. We could do this easily enough by +depressing the market and frightening the holders. And we could do it +more cheaply in such fashion. But we are absolute masters of the +situation, and we are fair enough to buy Ward Valley on a rising +market. Not that we are philanthropists, but that we need the +investors in our big development scheme. Nor do we lose directly by +the transaction. The instant the action of the directors becomes known, +Ward Valley will rush heavenward. In addition, and outside the +legitimate field of the transaction, we will pinch the shorts for a +very large sum. But that is only incidental, you understand, and in a +way, unavoidable. On the other hand, we shall not turn up our noses at +that phase of it. The shorts shall be the veriest gamblers, of course, +and they will get no more than they deserve." +</P> + +<P> +"And one other thing, Mr. Harnish," Guggenhammer said, "if you exceed +your available cash, or the amount you care to invest in the venture, +don't fail immediately to call on us. Remember, we are behind you." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, we are behind you," Dowsett repeated. +</P> + +<P> +Nathaniel Letton nodded his head in affirmation. +</P> + +<P> +"Now about that double dividend on the eighteenth—" John Dowsett drew +a slip of paper from his note-book and adjusted his glasses. +</P> + +<P> +"Let me show you the figures. Here, you see..." +</P> + +<P> +And thereupon he entered into a long technical and historical +explanation of the earnings and dividends of Ward Valley from the day +of its organization. +</P> + +<P> +The whole conference lasted not more than an hour, during which time +Daylight lived at the topmost of the highest peak of life that he had +ever scaled. These men were big players. They were powers. True, as +he knew himself, they were not the real inner circle. They did not +rank with the Morgans and Harrimans. And yet they were in touch with +those giants and were themselves lesser giants. He was pleased, too, +with their attitude toward him. They met him deferentially, but not +patronizingly. It was the deference of equality, and Daylight could +not escape the subtle flattery of it; for he was fully aware that in +experience as well as wealth they were far and away beyond him. +</P> + +<P> +"We'll shake up the speculating crowd," Leon Guggenhammer proclaimed +jubilantly, as they rose to go. "And you are the man to do it, Mr. +Harnish. They are bound to think you are on your own, and their shears +are all sharpened for the trimming of newcomers like you." +</P> + +<P> +"They will certainly be misled," Letton agreed, his eerie gray eyes +blazing out from the voluminous folds of the huge Mueller with which he +was swathing his neck to the ears. "Their minds run in ruts. It is +the unexpected that upsets their stereotyped calculations—any new +combination, any strange factor, any fresh variant. And you will be +all that to them, Mr. Harnish. And I repeat, they are gamblers, and +they will deserve all that befalls them. They clog and cumber all +legitimate enterprise. You have no idea of the trouble they cause men +like us—sometimes, by their gambling tactics, upsetting the soundest +plans, even overturning the stablest institutions." +</P> + +<P> +Dowsett and young Guggenhammer went away in one motor-car, and Letton +by himself in another. Daylight, with still in the forefront of his +consciousness all that had occurred in the preceding hour, was deeply +impressed by the scene at the moment of departure. The three machines +stood like weird night monsters at the gravelled foot of the wide +stairway under the unlighted porte-cochere. It was a dark night, and +the lights of the motor-cars cut as sharply through the blackness as +knives would cut through solid substance. The obsequious lackey—the +automatic genie of the house which belonged to none of the three +men,—stood like a graven statue after having helped them in. The +fur-coated chauffeurs bulked dimly in their seats. One after the +other, like spurred steeds, the cars leaped into the blackness, took +the curve of the driveway, and were gone. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight's car was the last, and, peering out, he caught a glimpse of +the unlighted house that loomed hugely through the darkness like a +mountain. Whose was it? he wondered. How came they to use it for +their secret conference? Would the lackey talk? How about the +chauffeurs? Were they trusted men like "our" Mr. Howison? Mystery? +The affair was alive with it. And hand in hand with mystery walked +Power. He leaned back and inhaled his cigarette. Big things were +afoot. The cards were shuffled even then for a mighty deal, and he was +in on it. He remembered back to his poker games with Jack Kearns, and +laughed aloud. He had played for thousands in those days on the turn +of a card; but now he was playing for millions. And on the eighteenth, +when that dividend was declared, he chuckled at the confusion that +would inevitably descend upon the men with the sharpened shears waiting +to trim him—him, Burning Daylight. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0203"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER III +</H3> + +<P> +Back at his hotel, though nearly two in the morning, he found the +reporters waiting to interview him. Next morning there were more. And +thus, with blare of paper trumpet, was he received by New York. Once +more, with beating of toms-toms and wild hullaballoo, his picturesque +figure strode across the printed sheet. The King of the Klondike, the +hero of the Arctic, the thirty-million-dollar millionaire of the North, +had come to New York. What had he come for? To trim the New Yorkers +as he had trimmed the Tonopah crowd in Nevada? Wall Street had best +watch out, for the wild man of Klondike had just come to town. Or, +perchance, would Wall Street trim him? Wall Street had trimmed many +wild men; would this be Burning Daylight's fate? Daylight grinned to +himself, and gave out ambiguous interviews. It helped the game, and he +grinned again, as he meditated that Wall Street would sure have to go +some before it trimmed him. +</P> + +<P> +They were prepared for him to play, and, when heavy buying of Ward +Valley began, it was quickly decided that he was the operator. +Financial gossip buzzed and hummed. He was after the Guggenhammers +once more. The story of Ophir was told over again and sensationalized +until even Daylight scarcely recognized it. Still, it was all grist to +his mill. The stock gamblers were clearly befooled. Each day he +increased his buying, and so eager were the sellers that Ward Valley +rose but slowly. "It sure beats poker," Daylight whispered gleefully +to himself, as he noted the perturbation he was causing. The +newspapers hazarded countless guesses and surmises, and Daylight was +constantly dogged by a small battalion of reporters. His own +interviews were gems. Discovering the delight the newspapers took in +his vernacular, in his "you-alls," and "sures," and "surge-ups," he +even exaggerated these particularities of speech, exploiting the +phrases he had heard other frontiersmen use, and inventing occasionally +a new one of his own. +</P> + +<P> +A wildly exciting time was his during the week preceding Thursday the +eighteenth. Not only was he gambling as he had never gambled before, +but he was gambling at the biggest table in the world and for stakes so +large that even the case-hardened habitues of that table were compelled +to sit up. In spite of the unlimited selling, his persistent buying +compelled Ward Valley steadily to rise, and as Thursday approached, the +situation became acute. Something had to smash. How much Ward Valley +was this Klondike gambler going to buy? How much could he buy? What +was the Ward Valley crowd doing all this time? Daylight appreciated +the interviews with them that appeared—interviews delightfully placid +and non-committal. Leon Guggenhammer even hazarded the opinion that +this Northland Croesus might possibly be making a mistake. But not that +they cared, John Dowsett explained. Nor did they object. While in the +dark regarding his intentions, of one thing they were certain; namely, +that he was bulling Ward Valley. And they did not mind that. No +matter what happened to him and his spectacular operations, Ward Valley +was all right, and would remain all right, as firm as the Rock of +Gibraltar. No; they had no Ward Valley to sell, thank you. This +purely fictitious state of the market was bound shortly to pass, and +Ward Valley was not to be induced to change the even tenor of its way +by any insane stock exchange flurry. "It is purely gambling from +beginning to end," were Nathaniel Letton's words; "and we refuse to +have anything to do with it or to take notice of it in any way." +</P> + +<P> +During this time Daylight had several secret meetings with his +partners—one with Leon Guggenhammer, one with John Dowsett, and two +with Mr. Howison. Beyond congratulations, they really amounted to +nothing; for, as he was informed, everything was going satisfactorily. +</P> + +<P> +But on Tuesday morning a rumor that was disconcerting came to +Daylight's ears. It was also published in the Wall Street Journal, and +it was to the effect, on apparently straight inside information, that +on Thursday, when the directors of Ward Valley met, instead of the +customary dividend being declared, an assessment would be levied. It +was the first check Daylight had received. It came to him with a shock +that if the thing were so he was a broken man. And it also came to him +that all this colossal operating of his was being done on his own +money. Dowsett, Guggenhammer, and Letton were risking nothing. It was +a panic, short-lived, it was true, but sharp enough while it lasted to +make him remember Holdsworthy and the brick-yard, and to impel him to +cancel all buying orders while he rushed to a telephone. +</P> + +<P> +"Nothing in it—only a rumor," came Leon Guggenhammer's throaty voice +in the receiver. "As you know," said Nathaniel Letton, "I am one of +the directors, and I should certainly be aware of it were such action +contemplated." And John Dowsett: "I warned you against just such +rumors. There is not an iota of truth in it—certainly not. I tell +you on my honor as a gentleman." +</P> + +<P> +Heartily ashamed of himself for his temporary loss of nerve, Daylight +returned to his task. The cessation of buying had turned the Stock +Exchange into a bedlam, and down all the line of stocks the bears were +smashing. Ward Valley, as the ape, received the brunt of the shock, +and was already beginning to tumble. Daylight calmly doubled his +buying orders. And all through Tuesday and Wednesday, and Thursday +morning, he went on buying, while Ward Valley rose triumphantly higher. +Still they sold, and still he bought, exceeding his power to buy many +times over, when delivery was taken into account. What of that? On +this day the double dividend would be declared, he assured himself. +The pinch of delivery would be on the shorts. They would be making +terms with him. +</P> + +<P> +And then the thunderbolt struck. True to the rumor, Ward Valley levied +the assessment. Daylight threw up his arms. He verified the report +and quit. Not alone Ward Valley, but all securities were being +hammered down by the triumphant bears. As for Ward Valley, Daylight +did not even trouble to learn if it had fetched bottom or was still +tumbling. Not stunned, not even bewildered, while Wall Street went +mad, Daylight withdrew from the field to think it over. After a short +conference with his brokers, he proceeded to his hotel, on the way +picking up the evening papers and glancing at the head-lines. BURNING +DAYLIGHT CLEANED OUT, he read; DAYLIGHT GETS HIS; ANOTHER WESTERNER +FAILS TO FIND EASY MONEY. As he entered his hotel, a later edition +announced the suicide of a young man, a lamb, who had followed +Daylight's play. +</P> + +<P> +What in hell did he want to kill himself for? was Daylight's muttered +comment. +</P> + +<P> +He passed up to his rooms, ordered a Martini cocktail, took off his +shoes, and sat down to think. After half an hour he roused himself to +take the drink, and as he felt the liquor pass warmingly through his +body, his features relaxed into a slow, deliberate, yet genuine grin. +He was laughing at himself. +</P> + +<P> +"Buncoed, by gosh!" he muttered. +</P> + +<P> +Then the grin died away, and his face grew bleak and serious. Leaving +out his interests in the several Western reclamation projects (which +were still assessing heavily), he was a ruined man. But harder hit +than this was his pride. He had been so easy. They had gold-bricked +him, and he had nothing to show for it. The simplest farmer would have +had documents, while he had nothing but a gentleman's agreement, and a +verbal one at that. Gentleman's agreement. He snorted over it. John +Dowsett's voice, just as he had heard it in the telephone receiver, +sounded in his ears the words, "On my honor as a gentleman." They were +sneak-thieves and swindlers, that was what they were, and they had +given him the double-cross. The newspapers were right. He had come to +New York to be trimmed, and Messrs. Dowsett, Letton, and Guggenhammer +had done it. He was a little fish, and they had played with him ten +days—ample time in which to swallow him, along with his eleven +millions. Of course, they had been unloading on him all the time, and +now they were buying Ward Valley back for a song ere the market righted +itself. Most probably, out of his share of the swag, Nathaniel Letton +would erect a couple of new buildings for that university of his. Leon +Guggenhammer would buy new engines for that yacht, or a whole fleet of +yachts. But what the devil Dowsett would do with his whack, was beyond +him—most likely start another string of banks. +</P> + +<P> +And Daylight sat and consumed cocktails and saw back in his life to +Alaska, and lived over the grim years in which he had battled for his +eleven millions. For a while murder ate at his heart, and wild ideas +and sketchy plans of killing his betrayers flashed through his mind. +That was what that young man should have done instead of killing +himself. He should have gone gunning. Daylight unlocked his grip and +took out his automatic pistol—a big Colt's .44. He released the +safety catch with his thumb, and operating the sliding outer barrel, +ran the contents of the clip through the mechanism. The eight +cartridges slid out in a stream. He refilled the clip, threw a +cartridge into the chamber, and, with the trigger at full cock, thrust +up the safety ratchet. He shoved the weapon into the side pocket of +his coat, ordered another Martini, and resumed his seat. +</P> + +<P> +He thought steadily for an hour, but he grinned no more. Lines formed +in his face, and in those lines were the travail of the North, the bite +of the frost, all that he had achieved and suffered—the long, unending +weeks of trail, the bleak tundra shore of Point Barrow, the smashing +ice-jam of the Yukon, the battles with animals and men, the +lean-dragged days of famine, the long months of stinging hell among the +mosquitoes of the Koyokuk, the toil of pick and shovel, the scars and +mars of pack-strap and tump-line, the straight meat diet with the dogs, +and all the long procession of twenty full years of toil and sweat and +endeavor. +</P> + +<P> +At ten o'clock he arose and pored over the city directory. Then he put +on his shoes, took a cab, and departed into the night. Twice he changed +cabs, and finally fetched up at the night office of a detective agency. +He superintended the thing himself, laid down money in advance in +profuse quantities, selected the six men he needed, and gave them their +instructions. Never, for so simple a task, had they been so well paid; +for, to each, in addition to office charges, he gave a +five-hundred-dollar bill, with the promise of another if he succeeded. +Some time next day, he was convinced, if not sooner, his three silent +partners would come together. To each one two of his detectives were +to be attached. Time and place was all he wanted to learn. +</P> + +<P> +"Stop at nothing, boys," were his final instructions. "I must have +this information. Whatever you do, whatever happens, I'll sure see you +through." +</P> + +<P> +Returning to his hotel, he changed cabs as before, went up to his room, +and with one more cocktail for a nightcap, went to bed and to sleep. +In the morning he dressed and shaved, ordered breakfast and the +newspapers sent up, and waited. But he did not drink. By nine o'clock +his telephone began to ring and the reports to come in. Nathaniel +Letton was taking the train at Tarrytown. John Dowsett was coming down +by the subway. Leon Guggenhammer had not stirred out yet, though he +was assuredly within. And in this fashion, with a map of the city +spread out before him, Daylight followed the movements of his three men +as they drew together. Nathaniel Letton was at his offices in the +Mutual-Solander Building. Next arrived Guggenhammer. Dowsett was +still in his own offices. But at eleven came the word that he also had +arrived, and several minutes later Daylight was in a hired motor-car +and speeding for the Mutual-Solander Building. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0204"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER IV +</H3> + +<P> +Nathaniel Letton was talking when the door opened; he ceased, and with +his two companions gazed with controlled perturbation at Burning +Daylight striding into the room. The free, swinging movements of the +trail-traveler were unconsciously exaggerated in that stride of his. +In truth, it seemed to him that he felt the trail beneath his feet. +</P> + +<P> +"Howdy, gentlemen, howdy," he remarked, ignoring the unnatural calm +with which they greeted his entrance. He shook hands with them in +turn, striding from one to another and gripping their hands so heartily +that Nathaniel Letton could not forbear to wince. Daylight flung +himself into a massive chair and sprawled lazily, with an appearance of +fatigue. The leather grip he had brought into the room he dropped +carelessly beside him on the floor. +</P> + +<P> +"Goddle mighty, but I've sure been going some," he sighed. "We sure +trimmed them beautiful. It was real slick. And the beauty of the play +never dawned on me till the very end. It was pure and simple knock +down and drag out. And the way they fell for it was amazin'." +</P> + +<P> +The geniality in his lazy Western drawl reassured them. He was not so +formidable, after all. Despite the act that he had effected an +entrance in the face of Letton's instructions to the outer office, he +showed no indication of making a scene or playing rough. +</P> + +<P> +"Well," Daylight demanded good-humoredly, "ain't you-all got a good +word for your pardner? Or has his sure enough brilliance plumb dazzled +you-all?" +</P> + +<P> +Letton made a dry sound in his throat. Dowsett sat quietly and waited, +while Leon Guggenhammer struggled into articulation. +</P> + +<P> +"You have certainly raised Cain," he said. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight's black eyes flashed in a pleased way. +</P> + +<P> +"Didn't I, though!" he proclaimed jubilantly. "And didn't we fool'em! +I was totally surprised. I never dreamed they would be that easy. +</P> + +<P> +"And now," he went on, not permitting the pause to grow awkward, +"we-all might as well have an accounting. I'm pullin' West this +afternoon on that blamed Twentieth Century." He tugged at his grip, +got it open, and dipped into it with both his hands. "But don't +forget, boys, when you-all want me to hornswoggle Wall Street another +flutter, all you-all have to do is whisper the word. I'll sure be +right there with the goods." +</P> + +<P> +His hands emerged, clutching a great mass of stubs, check-books, and +broker's receipts. These he deposited in a heap on the big table, and +dipping again, he fished out the stragglers and added them to the pile. +He consulted a slip of paper, drawn from his coat pocket, and read +aloud:— +</P> + +<P> +"Ten million twenty-seven thousand and forty-two dollars and +sixty-eight cents is my figurin' on my expenses. Of course that-all's +taken from the winnings before we-all get to figurin' on the whack-up. +Where's your figures? It must a' been a Goddle mighty big clean-up." +</P> + +<P> +The three men looked their bepuzzlement at one another. The man was a +bigger fool than they had imagined, or else he was playing a game which +they could not divine. +</P> + +<P> +Nathaniel Letton moistened his lips and spoke up. +</P> + +<P> +"It will take some hours yet, Mr. Harnish, before the full accounting +can be made. Mr. Howison is at work upon it now. We—ah—as you say, +it has been a gratifying clean-up. Suppose we have lunch together and +talk it over. I'll have the clerks work through the noon hour, so that +you will have ample time to catch your train." +</P> + +<P> +Dowsett and Guggenhammer manifested a relief that was almost obvious. +The situation was clearing. It was disconcerting, under the +circumstances, to be pent in the same room with this heavy-muscled, +Indian-like man whom they had robbed. They remembered unpleasantly the +many stories of his strength and recklessness. If Letton could only +put him off long enough for them to escape into the policed world +outside the office door, all would be well; and Daylight showed all the +signs of being put off. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm real glad to hear that," he said. "I don't want to miss that +train, and you-all have done me proud, gentlemen, letting me in on this +deal. I just do appreciate it without being able to express my +feelings. But I am sure almighty curious, and I'd like terrible to +know, Mr. Letton, what your figures of our winning is. Can you-all +give me a rough estimate?" +</P> + +<P> +Nathaniel Letton did not look appealingly at his two friends, but in +the brief pause they felt that appeal pass out from him. Dowsett, of +sterner mould than the others, began to divine that the Klondiker was +playing. But the other two were still under the blandishment of his +child-like innocence. +</P> + +<P> +"It is extremely—er—difficult," Leon Guggenhammer began. "You see, +Ward Valley has fluctuated so, er—" +</P> + +<P> +"That no estimate can possibly be made in advance," Letton supplemented. +</P> + +<P> +"Approximate it, approximate it," Daylight counselled cheerfully. +</P> + +<P> +"It don't hurt if you-all are a million or so out one side or the +other. The figures'll straighten that up. But I'm that curious I'm +just itching all over. What d'ye say?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why continue to play at cross purposes?" Dowsett demanded abruptly and +coldly. "Let us have the explanation here and now. Mr. Harnish is +laboring under a false impression, and he should be set straight. In +this deal—" +</P> + +<P> +But Daylight interrupted. He had played too much poker to be unaware +or unappreciative of the psychological factor, and he headed Dowsett +off in order to play the denouncement of the present game in his own +way. +</P> + +<P> +"Speaking of deals," he said, "reminds me of a poker game I once seen +in Reno, Nevada. It wa'n't what you-all would call a square game. +They-all was tin-horns that sat in. But they was a +tenderfoot—short-horns they-all are called out there. He stands +behind the dealer and sees that same dealer give hisself four aces +offen the bottom of the deck. The tenderfoot is sure shocked. He +slides around to the player facin' the dealer across the table. +</P> + +<P> +"'Say,' he whispers, 'I seen the dealer deal hisself four aces.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Well, an' what of it?" says the player. +</P> + +<P> +"'I'm tryin' to tell you-all because I thought you-all ought to know,' +says the tenderfoot. 'I tell you-all I seen him deal hisself four +aces.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Say, mister,' says the player, 'you-all'd better get outa here. +You-all don't understand the game. It's his deal, ain't it?'" +</P> + +<P> +The laughter that greeted his story was hollow and perfunctory, but +Daylight appeared not to notice it. +</P> + +<P> +"Your story has some meaning, I suppose," Dowsett said pointedly. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight looked at him innocently and did not reply. He turned +jovially to Nathaniel Letton. +</P> + +<P> +"Fire away," he said. "Give us an approximation of our winning. As I +said before, a million out one way or the other won't matter, it's +bound to be such an almighty big winning." By this time Letton was +stiffened by the attitude Dowsett had taken, and his answer was prompt +and definite. +</P> + +<P> +"I fear you are under a misapprehension, Mr. Harnish. There are no +winnings to be divided with you. Now don't get excited, I beg of you. +I have but to press this button..." +</P> + +<P> +Far from excited, Daylight had all the seeming of being stunned. He +felt absently in his vest pocket for a match, lighted it, and +discovered that he had no cigarette. The three men watched him with +the tense closeness of cats. Now that it had come, they knew that they +had a nasty few minutes before them. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you-all mind saying that over again?" Daylight said. "Seems to me +I ain't got it just exactly right. You-all said...?" +</P> + +<P> +He hung with painful expectancy on Nathaniel Letton's utterance. +</P> + +<P> +"I said you were under a misapprehension, Mr. Harnish, that was all. +You have been stock gambling, and you have been hard hit. But neither +Ward Valley, nor I, nor my associates, feel that we owe you anything." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight pointed at the heap of receipts and stubs on the table. +</P> + +<P> +"That-all represents ten million twenty-seven thousand and forty-two +dollars and sixty-eight cents, hard cash. Ain't it good for anything +here?" +</P> + +<P> +Letton smiled and shrugged his shoulders. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight looked at Dowsett and murmured:— +</P> + +<P> +"I guess that story of mine had some meaning, after all." He laughed +in a sickly fashion. "It was your deal all right, and you-all dole +them right, too. Well, I ain't kicking. I'm like the player in that +poker game. It was your deal, and you-all had a right to do your best. +And you done it—cleaned me out slicker'n a whistle." +</P> + +<P> +He gazed at the heap on the table with an air of stupefaction. +</P> + +<P> +"And that-all ain't worth the paper it's written on. Gol dast it, +you-all can sure deal 'em 'round when you get a chance. Oh, no, I ain't +a-kicking. It was your deal, and you-all certainly done me, and a man +ain't half a man that squeals on another man's deal. And now the hand +is played out, and the cards are on the table, and the deal's over, +but..." +</P> + +<P> +His hand, dipping swiftly into his inside breast pocket, appeared with +the big Colt's automatic. +</P> + +<P> +"As I was saying, the old deal's finished. Now it's MY deal, and I'm +a-going to see if I can hold them four aces— +</P> + +<P> +"Take your hand away, you whited sepulchre!" he cried sharply. +</P> + +<P> +Nathaniel Letton's hand, creeping toward the push-button on the desk, +was abruptly arrested. +</P> + +<P> +"Change chairs," Daylight commanded. "Take that chair over there, you +gangrene-livered skunk. Jump! By God! or I'll make you leak till +folks'll think your father was a water hydrant and your mother a +sprinkling-cart. You-all move your chair alongside, Guggenhammer; and +you-all Dowsett, sit right there, while I just irrelevantly explain the +virtues of this here automatic. She's loaded for big game and she goes +off eight times. She's a sure hummer when she gets started. +</P> + +<P> +"Preliminary remarks being over, I now proceed to deal. Remember, I +ain't making no remarks about your deal. You done your darndest, and +it was all right. But this is my deal, and it's up to me to do my +darndest. In the first place, you-all know me. I'm Burning +Daylight—savvee? Ain't afraid of God, devil, death, nor destruction. +Them's my four aces, and they sure copper your bets. Look at that +there living skeleton. Letton, you're sure afraid to die. Your bones +is all rattling together you're that scared. And look at that fat Jew +there. This little weapon's sure put the fear of God in his heart. +He's yellow as a sick persimmon. Dowsett, you're a cool one. You-all +ain't batted an eye nor turned a hair. That's because you're great on +arithmetic. And that makes you-all dead easy in this deal of mine. +You're sitting there and adding two and two together, and you-all know +I sure got you skinned. You know me, and that I ain't afraid of +nothing. And you-all adds up all your money and knows you ain't +a-going to die if you can help it." +</P> + +<P> +"I'll see you hanged," was Dowsett's retort. +</P> + +<P> +"Not by a damned sight. When the fun starts, you're the first I plug. +I'll hang all right, but you-all won't live to see it. You-all die here +and now while I'll die subject to the law's delay—savvee? Being dead, +with grass growing out of your carcasses, you won't know when I hang, +but I'll sure have the pleasure a long time of knowing you-all beat me +to it." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight paused. +</P> + +<P> +"You surely wouldn't kill us?" Letton asked in a queer, thin voice. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight shook his head. +</P> + +<P> +"It's sure too expensive. You-all ain't worth it. I'd sooner have my +chips back. And I guess you-all'd sooner give my chips back than go to +the dead-house." +</P> + +<P> +A long silence followed. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I've done dealt. It's up to you-all to play. But while you're +deliberating, I want to give you-all a warning: if that door opens and +any one of you cusses lets on there's anything unusual, right here and +then I sure start plugging. They ain't a soul'll get out the room +except feet first." +</P> + +<P> +A long session of three hours followed. The deciding factor was not +the big automatic pistol, but the certitude that Daylight would use it. +Not alone were the three men convinced of this, but Daylight himself +was convinced. He was firmly resolved to kill the men if his money was +not forthcoming. It was not an easy matter, on the spur of the moment, +to raise ten millions in paper currency, and there were vexatious +delays. A dozen times Mr. Howison and the head clerk were summoned +into the room. On these occasions the pistol lay on Daylight's lap, +covered carelessly by a newspaper, while he was usually engaged in +rolling or lighting his brown-paper cigarettes. But in the end, the +thing was accomplished. A suit-case was brought up by one of the +clerks from the waiting motor-car, and Daylight snapped it shut on the +last package of bills. He paused at the door to make his final remarks. +</P> + +<P> +"There's three several things I sure want to tell you-all. When I get +outside this door, you-all'll be set free to act, and I just want to +warn you-all about what to do. In the first place, no warrants for my +arrest—savvee? This money's mine, and I ain't robbed you of it. If +it gets out how you gave me the double-cross and how I done you back +again, the laugh'll be on you, and it'll sure be an almighty big laugh. +You-all can't afford that laugh. Besides, having got back my stake that +you-all robbed me of, if you arrest me and try to rob me a second time, +I'll go gunning for you-all, and I'll sure get you. No little +fraid-cat shrimps like you-all can skin Burning Daylight. If you win +you lose, and there'll sure be some several unexpected funerals around +this burg. +</P> + +<P> +"Just look me in the eye, and you-all'll savvee I mean business. Them +stubs and receipts on the table is all yourn. Good day." +</P> + +<P> +As the door shut behind him, Nathaniel Letton sprang for the telephone, +and Dowsett intercepted him. +</P> + +<P> +"What are you going to do?" Dowsett demanded. +</P> + +<P> +"The police. It's downright robbery. I won't stand it. I tell you I +won't stand it." +</P> + +<P> +Dowsett smiled grimly, but at the same time bore the slender financier +back and down into his chair. +</P> + +<P> +"We'll talk it over," he said; and in Leon Guggenhammer he found an +anxious ally. +</P> + +<P> +And nothing ever came of it. The thing remained a secret with the +three men. Nor did Daylight ever give the secret away, though that +afternoon, leaning back in his stateroom on the Twentieth Century, his +shoes off, and feet on a chair, he chuckled long and heartily. New +York remained forever puzzled over the affair; nor could it hit upon a +rational explanation. By all rights, Burning Daylight should have gone +broke, yet it was known that he immediately reappeared in San Francisco +possessing an apparently unimpaired capital. This was evidenced by the +magnitude of the enterprises he engaged in, such as, for instance, +Panama Mail, by sheer weight of money and fighting power wresting the +control away from Shiftily and selling out in two months to the +Harriman interests at a rumored enormous advance. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0205"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER V +</H3> + +<P> +Back in San Francisco, Daylight quickly added to his reputation In ways +it was not an enviable reputation. Men were afraid of him. He became +known as a fighter, a fiend, a tiger. His play was a ripping and +smashing one, and no one knew where or how his next blow would fall. +The element of surprise was large. He balked on the unexpected, and, +fresh from the wild North, his mind not operating in stereotyped +channels, he was able in unusual degree to devise new tricks and +stratagems. And once he won the advantage, he pressed it +remorselessly. "As relentless as a Red Indian," was said of him, and +it was said truly. +</P> + +<P> +On the other hand, he was known as "square." His word was as good as +his bond, and this despite the fact that he accepted nobody's word. He +always shied at propositions based on gentlemen's agreements, and a man +who ventured his honor as a gentleman, in dealing with Daylight, +inevitably was treated to an unpleasant time. Daylight never gave his +own word unless he held the whip-hand. It was a case with the other +fellow taking it or nothing. +</P> + +<P> +Legitimate investment had no place in Daylight's play. It tied up his +money, and reduced the element of risk. It was the gambling side of +business that fascinated him, and to play in his slashing manner +required that his money must be ready to hand. It was never tied up +save for short intervals, for he was principally engaged in turning it +over and over, raiding here, there, and everywhere, a veritable pirate +of the financial main. A five-per cent safe investment had no +attraction for him; but to risk millions in sharp, harsh skirmish, +standing to lose everything or to win fifty or a hundred per cent, was +the savor of life to him. He played according to the rules of the +game, but he played mercilessly. When he got a man or a corporation +down and they squealed, he gouged no less hard. Appeals for financial +mercy fell on deaf ears. He was a free lance, and had no friendly +business associations. Such alliances as were formed from time to time +were purely affairs of expediency, and he regarded his allies as men +who would give him the double-cross or ruin him if a profitable chance +presented. In spite of this point of view, he was faithful to his +allies. But he was faithful just as long as they were and no longer. +The treason had to come from them, and then it was 'Ware Daylight. +</P> + +<P> +The business men and financiers of the Pacific coast never forgot the +lesson of Charles Klinkner and the California & Altamont Trust Company. +Klinkner was the president. In partnership with Daylight, the pair +raided the San Jose Interurban. The powerful Lake Power & Electric +Lighting corporation came to the rescue, and Klinkner, seeing what he +thought was the opportunity, went over to the enemy in the thick of the +pitched battle. Daylight lost three millions before he was done with +it, and before he was done with it he saw the California & Altamont +Trust Company hopelessly wrecked, and Charles Klinkner a suicide in a +felon's cell. Not only did Daylight lose his grip on San Jose +Interurban, but in the crash of his battle front he lost heavily all +along the line. It was conceded by those competent to judge that he +could have compromised and saved much. But, instead, he deliberately +threw up the battle with San Jose Interurban and Lake Power, and, +apparently defeated, with Napoleonic suddenness struck at Klinkner. It +was the last unexpected thing Klinkner would have dreamed of, and +Daylight knew it. He knew, further, that the California & Altamont +Trust Company has an intrinsically sound institution, but that just +then it was in a precarious condition due to Klinkner's speculations +with its money. He knew, also, that in a few months the Trust Company +would be more firmly on its feet than ever, thanks to those same +speculations, and that if he were to strike he must strike immediately. +"It's just that much money in pocket and a whole lot more," he was +reported to have said in connection with his heavy losses. "It's just +so much insurance against the future. Henceforth, men who go in with +me on deals will think twice before they try to double-cross me, and +then some." +</P> + +<P> +The reason for his savageness was that he despised the men with whom he +played. He had a conviction that not one in a hundred of them was +intrinsically square; and as for the square ones, he prophesied that, +playing in a crooked game, they were sure to lose and in the long run +go broke. His New York experience had opened his eyes. He tore the +veils of illusion from the business game, and saw its nakedness. He +generalized upon industry and society somewhat as follows:— +</P> + +<P> +Society, as organized, was a vast bunco game. There were many +hereditary inefficients—men and women who were not weak enough to be +confined in feeble-minded homes, but who were not strong enough to be +ought else than hewers of wood and drawers of water. +</P> + +<P> +Then there were the fools who took the organized bunco game seriously, +honoring and respecting it. They were easy game for the others, who +saw clearly and knew the bunco game for what it was. +</P> + +<P> +Work, legitimate work, was the source of all wealth. That was to say, +whether it was a sack of potatoes, a grand piano, or a seven-passenger +touring car, it came into being only by the performance of work. Where +the bunco came in was in the distribution of these things after labor +had created them. He failed to see the horny-handed sons of toil +enjoying grand pianos or riding in automobiles. How this came about +was explained by the bunco. By tens of thousands and hundreds of +thousands men sat up nights and schemed how they could get between the +workers and the things the workers produced. These schemers were the +business men. When they got between the worker and his product, they +took a whack out of it for themselves The size of the whack was +determined by no rule of equity; but by their own strength and +swinishness. It was always a case of "all the traffic can bear." He +saw all men in the business game doing this. +</P> + +<P> +One day, in a mellow mood (induced by a string of cocktails and a +hearty lunch), he started a conversation with Jones, the elevator boy. +Jones was a slender, mop-headed, man-grown, truculent flame of an +individual who seemed to go out of his way to insult his passengers. +It was this that attracted Daylight's interest, and he was not long in +finding out what was the matter with Jones. He was a proletarian, +according to his own aggressive classification, and he had wanted to +write for a living. Failing to win with the magazines, and compelled +to find himself in food and shelter, he had gone to the little valley +of Petacha, not a hundred miles from Los Angeles. Here, toiling in the +day-time, he planned to write and study at night. But the railroad +charged all the traffic would bear. Petacha was a desert valley, and +produced only three things: cattle, fire-wood, and charcoal. For +freight to Los Angeles on a carload of cattle the railroad charged +eight dollars. This, Jones explained, was due to the fact that the +cattle had legs and could be driven to Los Angeles at a cost equivalent +to the charge per car load. But firewood had no legs, and the railroad +charged just precisely twenty-four dollars a carload. +</P> + +<P> +This was a fine adjustment, for by working hammer-and-tongs through a +twelve-hour day, after freight had been deducted from the selling price +of the wood in Los Angeles, the wood-chopper received one dollar and +sixty cents. Jones had thought to get ahead of the game by turning his +wood into charcoal. His estimates were satisfactory. But the railroad +also made estimates. It issued a rate of forty-two dollars a car on +charcoal. At the end of three months, Jones went over his figures, and +found that he was still making one dollar and sixty cents a day. +</P> + +<P> +"So I quit," Jones concluded. "I went hobbling for a year, and I got +back at the railroads. Leaving out the little things, I came across +the Sierras in the summer and touched a match to the snow-sheds. They +only had a little thirty-thousand-dollar fire. I guess that squared up +all balances due on Petacha." +</P> + +<P> +"Son, ain't you afraid to be turning loose such information?" Daylight +gravely demanded. +</P> + +<P> +"Not on your life," quoth Jones. "They can't prove it. You could say +I said so, and I could say I didn't say so, and a hell of a lot that +evidence would amount to with a jury." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight went into his office and meditated awhile. That was it: all +the traffic would bear. From top to bottom, that was the rule of the +game; and what kept the game going was the fact that a sucker was born +every minute. If a Jones were born every minute, the game wouldn't +last very long. Lucky for the players that the workers weren't Joneses. +</P> + +<P> +But there were other and larger phases of the game. Little business +men, shopkeepers, and such ilk took what whack they could out of the +product of the worker; but, after all, it was the large business men +who formed the workers through the little business men. When all was +said and done, the latter, like Jones in Petacha Valley, got no more +than wages out of their whack. In truth, they were hired men for the +large business men. Still again, higher up, were the big fellows. +They used vast and complicated paraphernalia for the purpose, on a +large scale of getting between hundreds of thousands of workers and +their products. These men were not so much mere robbers as gamblers. +And, not content with their direct winnings, being essentially +gamblers, they raided one another. They called this feature of the +game HIGH FINANCE. They were all engaged primarily in robbing the +worker, but every little while they formed combinations and robbed one +another of the accumulated loot. This explained the +fifty-thousand-dollar raid on him by Holdsworthy and the +ten-million-dollar raid on him by Dowsett, Letton, and Guggenhammer. +And when he raided Panama Mail he had done exactly the same thing. +Well, he concluded, it was finer sport robbing the robbers than robbing +the poor stupid workers. +</P> + +<P> +Thus, all unread in philosophy, Daylight preempted for himself the +position and vocation of a twentieth-century superman. He found, with +rare and mythical exceptions, that there was no noblesse oblige among +the business and financial supermen. As a clever traveler had +announced in an after-dinner speech at the Alta-Pacific, "There was +honor amongst thieves, and this was what distinguished thieves from +honest men." That was it. It hit the nail on the head. These modern +supermen were a lot of sordid banditti who had the successful +effrontery to preach a code of right and wrong to their victims which +they themselves did not practise. With them, a man's word was good +just as long as he was compelled to keep it. THOU SHALT NOT STEAL was +only applicable to the honest worker. They, the supermen, were above +such commandments. They certainly stole and were honored by their +fellows according to the magnitude of their stealings. +</P> + +<P> +The more Daylight played the game, the clearer the situation grew. +Despite the fact that every robber was keen to rob every other robber, +the band was well organized. It practically controlled the political +machinery of society, from the ward politician up to the Senate of the +United States. It passed laws that gave it privilege to rob. It +enforced these laws by means of the police, the marshals, the militia +and regular army, and the courts. And it was a snap. A superman's +chiefest danger was his fellow-superman. The great stupid mass of the +people did not count. They were constituted of such inferior clay that +the veriest chicanery fooled them. The superman manipulated the +strings, and when robbery of the workers became too slow or monotonous, +they turned loose and robbed one another. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight was philosophical, but not a philosopher. He had never read +the books. He was a hard-headed, practical man, and farthest from him +was any intention of ever reading the books. He had lived life in the +simple, where books were not necessary for an understanding of life, +and now life in the complex appeared just as simple. He saw through +its frauds and fictions, and found it as elemental as on the Yukon. +Men were made of the same stuff. They had the same passions and +desires. Finance was poker on a larger scale. The men who played were +the men who had stakes. The workers were the fellows toiling for +grubstakes. He saw the game played out according to the everlasting +rules, and he played a hand himself. The gigantic futility of humanity +organized and befuddled by the bandits did not shock him. It was the +natural order. Practically all human endeavors were futile. He had +seen so much of it. His partners had starved and died on the Stewart. +Hundreds of old-timers had failed to locate on Bonanza and Eldorado, +while Swedes and chechaquos had come in on the moose-pasture and +blindly staked millions. It was life, and life was a savage +proposition at best. Men in civilization robbed because they were so +made. They robbed just as cats scratched, famine pinched, and frost +bit. +</P> + +<P> +So it was that Daylight became a successful financier. He did not go +in for swindling the workers. Not only did he not have the heart for +it, but it did not strike him as a sporting proposition. The workers +were so easy, so stupid. It was more like slaughtering fat hand-reared +pheasants on the English preserves he had heard about. The sport to +him, was in waylaying the successful robbers and taking their spoils +from them. There was fun and excitement in that, and sometimes they +put up the very devil of a fight. Like Robin Hood of old, Daylight +proceeded to rob the rich; and, in a small way, to distribute to the +needy. +</P> + +<P> +But he was charitable after his own fashion. The great mass of human +misery meant nothing to him. That was part of the everlasting order. +He had no patience with the organized charities and the professional +charity mongers. Nor, on the other hand, was what he gave a conscience +dole. He owed no man, and restitution was unthinkable. What he gave +was a largess, a free, spontaneous gift; and it was for those about +him. He never contributed to an earthquake fund in Japan nor to an +open-air fund in New York City. Instead, he financed Jones, the +elevator boy, for a year that he might write a book. When he learned +that the wife of his waiter at the St. Francis was suffering from +tuberculosis, he sent her to Arizona, and later, when her case was +declared hopeless, he sent the husband, too, to be with her to the end. +Likewise, he bought a string of horse-hair bridles from a convict in a +Western penitentiary, who spread the good news until it seemed to +Daylight that half the convicts in that institution were making bridles +for him. He bought them all, paying from twenty to fifty dollars each +for them. They were beautiful and honest things, and he decorated all +the available wall-space of his bedroom with them. +</P> + +<P> +The grim Yukon life had failed to make Daylight hard. It required +civilization to produce this result. In the fierce, savage game he now +played, his habitual geniality imperceptibly slipped away from him, as +did his lazy Western drawl. As his speech became sharp and nervous, so +did his mental processes. In the swift rush of the game he found less +and less time to spend on being merely good-natured. The change marked +his face itself. +</P> + +<P> +The lines grew sterner. Less often appeared the playful curl of his +lips, the smile in the wrinkling corners of his eyes. The eyes +themselves, black and flashing, like an Indian's, betrayed glints of +cruelty and brutal consciousness of power. His tremendous vitality +remained, and radiated from all his being, but it was vitality under +the new aspect of the man-trampling man-conqueror. His battles with +elemental nature had been, in a way, impersonal; his present battles +were wholly with the males of his species, and the hardships of the +trail, the river, and the frost marred him far less than the bitter +keenness of the struggle with his fellows. +</P> + +<P> +He still had recrudescence of geniality, but they were largely +periodical and forced, and they were usually due to the cocktails he +took prior to meal-time. In the North, he had drunk deeply and at +irregular intervals; but now his drinking became systematic and +disciplined. It was an unconscious development, but it was based upon +physical and mental condition. The cocktails served as an inhibition. +Without reasoning or thinking about it, the strain of the office, which +was essentially due to the daring and audacity of his ventures, +required check or cessation; and he found, through the weeks and +months, that the cocktails supplied this very thing. They constituted +a stone wall. He never drank during the morning, nor in office hours; +but the instant he left the office he proceeded to rear this wall of +alcoholic inhibition athwart his consciousness. The office became +immediately a closed affair. It ceased to exist. In the afternoon, +after lunch, it lived again for one or two hours, when, leaving it, he +rebuilt the wall of inhibition. Of course, there were exceptions to +this; and, such was the rigor of his discipline, that if he had a +dinner or a conference before him in which, in a business way, he +encountered enemies or allies and planned or prosecuted campaigns, he +abstained from drinking. But the instant the business was settled, his +everlasting call went out for a Martini, and for a double-Martini at +that, served in a long glass so as not to excite comment. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0206"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER VI +</H3> + +<P> +Into Daylight's life came Dede Mason. She came rather imperceptibly. +He had accepted her impersonally along with the office furnishing, the +office boy, Morrison, the chief, confidential, and only clerk, and all +the rest of the accessories of a superman's gambling place of business. +Had he been asked any time during the first months she was in his +employ, he would have been unable to tell the color of her eyes. From +the fact that she was a demiblonde, there resided dimly in his +subconsciousness a conception that she was a brunette. Likewise he had +an idea that she was not thin, while there was an absence in his mind +of any idea that she was fat. As to how she dressed, he had no ideas +at all. He had no trained eye in such matters, nor was he interested. +He took it for granted, in the lack of any impression to the contrary, +that she was dressed some how. He knew her as "Miss Mason," and that +was all, though he was aware that as a stenographer she seemed quick +and accurate. This impression, however, was quite vague, for he had +had no experience with other stenographers, and naturally believed that +they were all quick and accurate. +</P> + +<P> +One morning, signing up letters, he came upon an I shall. Glancing +quickly over the page for similar constructions, he found a number of I +wills. The I shall was alone. It stood out conspicuously. He pressed +the call-bell twice, and a moment later Dede Mason entered. "Did I say +that, Miss Mason?" he asked, extending the letter to her and pointing +out the criminal phrase. A shade of annoyance crossed her face. She +stood convicted. +</P> + +<P> +"My mistake," she said. "I am sorry. But it's not a mistake, you +know," she added quickly. +</P> + +<P> +"How do you make that out?" challenged Daylight. "It sure don't sound +right, in my way of thinking." +</P> + +<P> +She had reached the door by this time, and now turned the offending +letter in her hand. "It's right just the same." +</P> + +<P> +"But that would make all those I wills wrong, then," he argued. +</P> + +<P> +"It does," was her audacious answer. "Shall I change them?" +</P> + +<P> +"I shall be over to look that affair up on Monday." Daylight repeated +the sentence from the letter aloud. He did it with a grave, serious +air, listening intently to the sound of his own voice. He shook his +head. "It don't sound right, Miss Mason. It just don't sound right. +Why, nobody writes to me that way. They all say I will—educated men, +too, some of them. Ain't that so?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," she acknowledged, and passed out to her machine to make the +correction. +</P> + +<P> +It chanced that day that among the several men with whom he sat at +luncheon was a young Englishman, a mining engineer. Had it happened +any other time it would have passed unnoticed, but, fresh from the tilt +with his stenographer, Daylight was struck immediately by the +Englishman's I shall. Several times, in the course of the meal, the +phrase was repeated, and Daylight was certain there was no mistake +about it. +</P> + +<P> +After luncheon he cornered Macintosh, one of the members whom he knew +to have been a college man, because of his football reputation. +</P> + +<P> +"Look here, Bunny," Daylight demanded, "which is right, I shall be over +to look that affair up on Monday, or I will be over to look that affair +up on Monday?" +</P> + +<P> +The ex-football captain debated painfully for a minute. "Blessed if I +know," he confessed. "Which way do I say it?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I will, of course." +</P> + +<P> +"Then the other is right, depend upon it. I always was rotten on +grammar." +</P> + +<P> +On the way back to the office, Daylight dropped into a bookstore and +bought a grammar; and for a solid hour, his feet up on the desk, he +toiled through its pages. "Knock off my head with little apples if the +girl ain't right," he communed aloud at the end of the session. For +the first time it struck him that there was something about his +stenographer. He had accepted her up to then, as a female creature and +a bit of office furnishing. But now, having demonstrated that she knew +more grammar than did business men and college graduates, she became an +individual. She seemed to stand out in his consciousness as +conspicuously as the I shall had stood out on the typed page, and he +began to take notice. +</P> + +<P> +He managed to watch her leaving that afternoon, and he was aware for +the first time that she was well-formed, and that her manner of dress +was satisfying. He knew none of the details of women's dress, and he +saw none of the details of her neat shirt-waist and well-cut tailor +suit. He saw only the effect in a general, sketchy way. She looked +right. This was in the absence of anything wrong or out of the way. +</P> + +<P> +"She's a trim little good-looker," was his verdict, when the outer +office door closed on her. +</P> + +<P> +The next morning, dictating, he concluded that he liked the way she did +her hair, though for the life of him he could have given no description +of it. The impression was pleasing, that was all. +</P> + +<P> +She sat between him and the window, and he noted that her hair was +light brown, with hints of golden bronze. A pale sun, shining in, +touched the golden bronze into smouldering fires that were very +pleasing to behold. Funny, he thought, that he had never observed this +phenomenon before. +</P> + +<P> +In the midst of the letter he came to the construction which had caused +the trouble the day before. He remembered his wrestle with the +grammar, and dictated. +</P> + +<P> +"I shall meet you halfway this proposition—" +</P> + +<P> +Miss Mason gave a quick look up at him. The action was purely +involuntary, and, in fact, had been half a startle of surprise. The +next instant her eyes had dropped again, and she sat waiting to go on +with the dictation. But in that moment of her glance Daylight had +noted that her eyes were gray. He was later to learn that at times +there were golden lights in those same gray eyes; but he had seen +enough, as it was, to surprise him, for he became suddenly aware that +he had always taken her for a brunette with brown eyes, as a matter of +course. +</P> + +<P> +"You were right, after all," he confessed, with a sheepish grin that +sat incongruously on his stern, Indian-like features. +</P> + +<P> +Again he was rewarded by an upward glance and an acknowledging smile, +and this time he verified the fact that her eyes were gray. +</P> + +<P> +"But it don't sound right, just the same," he complained. At this she +laughed outright. +</P> + +<P> +"I beg your pardon," she hastened to make amends, and then spoiled it +by adding, "but you are so funny." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight began to feel a slight awkwardness, and the sun would persist +in setting her hair a-smouldering. +</P> + +<P> +"I didn't mean to be funny," he said. +</P> + +<P> +"That was why I laughed. But it is right, and perfectly good grammar." +</P> + +<P> +"All right," he sighed—"I shall meet you halfway in this +proposition—got that?" And the dictation went on. He discovered that +in the intervals, when she had nothing to do, she read books and +magazines, or worked on some sort of feminine fancy work. +</P> + +<P> +Passing her desk, once, he picked up a volume of Kipling's poems and +glanced bepuzzled through the pages. "You like reading, Miss Mason?" +he said, laying the book down. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, yes," was her answer; "very much." +</P> + +<P> +Another time it was a book of Wells', The Wheels of Change. "What's it +all about?" Daylight asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, it's just a novel, a love-story." She stopped, but he still stood +waiting, and she felt it incumbent to go on. +</P> + +<P> +"It's about a little Cockney draper's assistant, who takes a vacation +on his bicycle, and falls in with a young girl very much above him. +Her mother is a popular writer and all that. And the situation is very +curious, and sad, too, and tragic. Would you care to read it?" +</P> + +<P> +"Does he get her?" Daylight demanded. +</P> + +<P> +"No; that's the point of it. He wasn't—" +</P> + +<P> +"And he doesn't get her, and you've read all them pages, hundreds of +them, to find that out?" Daylight muttered in amazement. +</P> + +<P> +Miss Mason was nettled as well as amused. +</P> + +<P> +"But you read the mining and financial news by the hour," she retorted. +</P> + +<P> +"But I sure get something out of that. It's business, and it's +different. I get money out of it. What do you get out of books?" +</P> + +<P> +"Points of view, new ideas, life." +</P> + +<P> +"Not worth a cent cash." +</P> + +<P> +"But life's worth more than cash," she argued. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, well," he said, with easy masculine tolerance, "so long as you +enjoy it. That's what counts, I suppose; and there's no accounting for +taste." +</P> + +<P> +Despite his own superior point of view, he had an idea that she knew a +lot, and he experienced a fleeting feeling like that of a barbarian +face to face with the evidence of some tremendous culture. To Daylight +culture was a worthless thing, and yet, somehow, he was vaguely +troubled by a sense that there was more in culture than he imagined. +</P> + +<P> +Again, on her desk, in passing, he noticed a book with which he was +familiar. This time he did not stop, for he had recognized the cover. +It was a magazine correspondent's book on the Klondike, and he knew +that he and his photograph figured in it and he knew, also, of a +certain sensational chapter concerned with a woman's suicide, and with +one "Too much Daylight." +</P> + +<P> +After that he did not talk with her again about books. He imagined +what erroneous conclusions she had drawn from that particular chapter, +and it stung him the more in that they were undeserved. Of all unlikely +things, to have the reputation of being a lady-killer,—he, Burning +Daylight,—and to have a woman kill herself out of love for him. He +felt that he was a most unfortunate man and wondered by what luck that +one book of all the thousands of books should have fallen into his +stenographer's hands. For some days afterward he had an uncomfortable +sensation of guiltiness whenever he was in Miss Mason's presence; and +once he was positive that he caught her looking at him with a curious, +intent gaze, as if studying what manner of man he was. +</P> + +<P> +He pumped Morrison, the clerk, who had first to vent his personal +grievance against Miss Mason before he could tell what little he knew +of her. +</P> + +<P> +"She comes from Siskiyou County. She's very nice to work with in the +office, of course, but she's rather stuck on herself—exclusive, you +know." +</P> + +<P> +"How do you make that out?" Daylight queried. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, she thinks too much of herself to associate with those she works +with, in the office here, for instance. She won't have anything to do +with a fellow, you see. I've asked her out repeatedly, to the theatre +and the chutes and such things. But nothing doing. Says she likes +plenty of sleep, and can't stay up late, and has to go all the way to +Berkeley—that's where she lives." +</P> + +<P> +This phase of the report gave Daylight a distinct satisfaction. She was +a bit above the ordinary, and no doubt about it. But Morrison's next +words carried a hurt. +</P> + +<P> +"But that's all hot air. She's running with the University boys, +that's what she's doing. She needs lots of sleep and can't go to the +theatre with me, but she can dance all hours with them. I've heard it +pretty straight that she goes to all their hops and such things. +Rather stylish and high-toned for a stenographer, I'd say. And she +keeps a horse, too. She rides astride all over those hills out there. +I saw her one Sunday myself. Oh, she's a high-flyer, and I wonder how +she does it. Sixty-five a month don't go far. Then she has a sick +brother, too." +</P> + +<P> +"Live with her people?" Daylight asked. +</P> + +<P> +"No; hasn't got any. They were well to do, I've heard. They must have +been, or that brother of hers couldn't have gone to the University of +California. Her father had a big cattle-ranch, but he got to fooling +with mines or something, and went broke before he died. Her mother +died long before that. Her brother must cost a lot of money. He was a +husky once, played football, was great on hunting and being out in the +mountains and such things. He got his accident breaking horses, and +then rheumatism or something got into him. One leg is shorter than the +other and withered up some. He has to walk on crutches. I saw her out +with him once—crossing the ferry. The doctors have been experimenting +on him for years, and he's in the French Hospital now, I think." +</P> + +<P> +All of which side-lights on Miss Mason went to increase Daylight's +interest in her. Yet, much as he desired, he failed to get acquainted +with her. He had thoughts of asking her to luncheon, but his was the +innate chivalry of the frontiersman, and the thoughts never came to +anything. He knew a self-respecting, square-dealing man was not +supposed to take his stenographer to luncheon. Such things did happen, +he knew, for he heard the chaffing gossip of the club; but he did not +think much of such men and felt sorry for the girls. He had a strange +notion that a man had less rights over those he employed than over mere +acquaintances or strangers. Thus, had Miss Mason not been his +employee, he was confident that he would have had her to luncheon or +the theatre in no time. But he felt that it was an imposition for an +employer, because he bought the time of an employee in working hours, +to presume in any way upon any of the rest of that employee's time. To +do so was to act like a bully. The situation was unfair. It was taking +advantage of the fact that the employee was dependent on one for a +livelihood. The employee might permit the imposition through fear of +angering the employer and not through any personal inclination at all. +</P> + +<P> +In his own case he felt that such an imposition would be peculiarly +obnoxious, for had she not read that cursed Klondike correspondent's +book? A pretty idea she must have of him, a girl that was too +high-toned to have anything to do with a good-looking, gentlemanly +fellow like Morrison. Also, and down under all his other reasons, +Daylight was timid. The only thing he had ever been afraid of in his +life was woman, and he had been afraid all his life. Nor was that +timidity to be put easily to flight now that he felt the first +glimmering need and desire for woman. The specter of the apron-string +still haunted him, and helped him to find excuses for getting on no +forwarder with Dede Mason. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0207"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER VII +</H3> + +<P> +Not being favored by chance in getting acquainted with Dede Mason, +Daylight's interest in her slowly waned. This was but natural, for he +was plunged deep in hazardous operations, and the fascinations of the +game and the magnitude of it accounted for all the energy that even his +magnificent organism could generate. +</P> + +<P> +Such was his absorption that the pretty stenographer slowly and +imperceptibly faded from the forefront of his consciousness. Thus, the +first faint spur, in the best sense, of his need for woman ceased to +prod. So far as Dede Mason was concerned, he possessed no more than a +complacent feeling of satisfaction in that he had a very nice +stenographer. And, completely to put the quietus on any last lingering +hopes he might have had of her, he was in the thick of his spectacular +and intensely bitter fight with the Coastwise Steam Navigation Company, +and the Hawaiian, Nicaraguan, and Pacific-Mexican Steamship-Company. +He stirred up a bigger muss than he had anticipated, and even he was +astounded at the wide ramifications of the struggle and at the +unexpected and incongruous interests that were drawn into it. Every +newspaper in San Francisco turned upon him. It was true, one or two of +them had first intimated that they were open to subsidization, but +Daylight's judgment was that the situation did not warrant such +expenditure. Up to this time the press had been amusingly tolerant and +good-naturedly sensational about him, but now he was to learn what +virulent scrupulousness an antagonized press was capable of. Every +episode of his life was resurrected to serve as foundations for +malicious fabrications. Daylight was frankly amazed at the new +interpretation put upon all he had accomplished and the deeds he had +done. From an Alaskan hero he was metamorphosed into an Alaskan bully, +liar, desperado, and all around "bad Man." Not content with this, lies +upon lies, out of whole cloth, were manufactured about him. He never +replied, though once he went to the extent of disburdening his mind to +half a dozen reporters. "Do your damnedest," he told them. "Burning +Daylight's bucked bigger things than your dirty, lying sheets. And I +don't blame you, boys... that is, not much. You can't help it. You've +got to live. There's a mighty lot of women in this world that make +their living in similar fashion to yours, because they're not able to +do anything better. Somebody's got to do the dirty work, and it might +as well be you. You're paid for it, and you ain't got the backbone to +rustle cleaner jobs." +</P> + +<P> +The socialist press of the city jubilantly exploited this utterance, +scattering it broadcast over San Francisco in tens of thousands of +paper dodgers. And the journalists, stung to the quick, retaliated +with the only means in their power-printer's ink abuse. The attack +became bitterer than ever. The whole affair sank to the deeper deeps +of rancor and savageness. The poor woman who had killed herself was +dragged out of her grave and paraded on thousands of reams of paper as +a martyr and a victim to Daylight's ferocious brutality. Staid, +statistical articles were published, proving that he had made his start +by robbing poor miners of their claims, and that the capstone to his +fortune had been put in place by his treacherous violation of faith +with the Guggenhammers in the deal on Ophir. And there were editorials +written in which he was called an enemy of society, possessed of the +manners and culture of a caveman, a fomenter of wasteful business +troubles, the destroyer of the city's prosperity in commerce and trade, +an anarchist of dire menace; and one editorial gravely recommended that +hanging would be a lesson to him and his ilk, and concluded with the +fervent hope that some day his big motor-car would smash up and smash +him with it. +</P> + +<P> +He was like a big bear raiding a bee-hive and, regardless of the +stings, he obstinately persisted in pawing for the honey. He gritted +his teeth and struck back. Beginning with a raid on two steamship +companies, it developed into a pitched battle with a city, a state, and +a continental coastline. Very well; they wanted fight, and they would +get it. It was what he wanted, and he felt justified in having come +down from the Klondike, for here he was gambling at a bigger table than +ever the Yukon had supplied. Allied with him, on a splendid salary, +with princely pickings thrown in, was a lawyer, Larry Hegan, a young +Irishman with a reputation to make, and whose peculiar genius had been +unrecognized until Daylight picked up with him. Hegan had Celtic +imagination and daring, and to such degree that Daylight's cooler head +was necessary as a check on his wilder visions. Hegan's was a +Napoleonic legal mind, without balance, and it was just this balance +that Daylight supplied. Alone, the Irishman was doomed to failure, but +directed by Daylight, he was on the highroad to fortune and +recognition. Also, he was possessed of no more personal or civic +conscience than Napoleon. +</P> + +<P> +It was Hegan who guided Daylight through the intricacies of modern +politics, labor organization, and commercial and corporation law. It +was Hegan, prolific of resource and suggestion, who opened Daylight's +eyes to undreamed possibilities in twentieth-century warfare; and it +was Daylight, rejecting, accepting, and elaborating, who planned the +campaigns and prosecuted them. With the Pacific coast from Peugeot +Sound to Panama, buzzing and humming, and with San Francisco furiously +about his ears, the two big steamship companies had all the appearance +of winning. It looked as if Burning Daylight was being beaten slowly +to his knees. And then he struck—at the steamship companies, at San +Francisco, at the whole Pacific coast. +</P> + +<P> +It was not much of a blow at first. A Christian Endeavor convention +being held in San Francisco, a row was started by Express Drivers' +Union No. 927 over the handling of a small heap of baggage at the Ferry +Building. A few heads were broken, a score of arrests made, and the +baggage was delivered. No one would have guessed that behind this +petty wrangle was the fine Irish hand of Hegan, made potent by the +Klondike gold of Burning Daylight. It was an insignificant affair at +best—or so it seemed. But the Teamsters' Union took up the quarrel, +backed by the whole Water Front Federation. Step by step, the strike +became involved. A refusal of cooks and waiters to serve scab +teamsters or teamsters' employers brought out the cooks and waiters. +The butchers and meat-cutters refused to handle meat destined for +unfair restaurants. The combined Employers' Associations put up a +solid front, and found facing them the 40,000 organized laborers of San +Francisco. The restaurant bakers and the bakery wagon drivers struck, +followed by the milkers, milk drivers, and chicken pickers. The +building trades asserted its position in unambiguous terms, and all San +Francisco was in turmoil. +</P> + +<P> +But still, it was only San Francisco. Hegan's intrigues were masterly, +and Daylight's campaign steadily developed. The powerful fighting +organization known as the Pacific Slope Seaman's Union refused to work +vessels the cargoes of which were to be handled by scab longshoremen +and freight-handlers. The union presented its ultimatum, and then +called a strike. This had been Daylight's objective all the time. +Every incoming coastwise vessel was boarded by the union officials and +its crew sent ashore. And with the Seamen went the firemen, the +engineers, and the sea cooks and waiters. Daily the number of idle +steamers increased. It was impossible to get scab crews, for the men +of the Seaman's Union were fighters trained in the hard school of the +sea, and when they went out it meant blood and death to scabs. This +phase of the strike spread up and down the entire Pacific coast, until +all the ports were filled with idle ships, and sea transportation was +at a standstill. The days and weeks dragged out, and the strike held. +The Coastwise Steam Navigation Company, and the Hawaiian, Nicaraguan, +and Pacific-Mexican Steamship Company were tied up completely. The +expenses of combating the strike were tremendous, and they were earning +nothing, while daily the situation went from bad to worse, until "peace +at any price" became the cry. And still there was no peace, until +Daylight and his allies played out their hand, raked in the winnings, +and allowed a goodly portion of a continent to resume business. +</P> + +<P> +It was noted, in following years, that several leaders of workmen built +themselves houses and blocks of renting flats and took trips to the old +countries, while, more immediately, other leaders and "dark horses" +came to political preferment and the control of the municipal +government and the municipal moneys. In fact, San Francisco's +boss-ridden condition was due in greater degree to Daylight's +widespreading battle than even San Francisco ever dreamed. For the +part he had played, the details of which were practically all rumor and +guesswork, quickly leaked out, and in consequence he became a +much-execrated and well-hated man. Nor had Daylight himself dreamed +that his raid on the steamship companies would have grown to such +colossal proportions. +</P> + +<P> +But he had got what he was after. He had played an exciting hand and +won, beating the steamship companies down into the dust and mercilessly +robbing the stockholders by perfectly legal methods before he let go. +Of course, in addition to the large sums of money he had paid over, his +allies had rewarded themselves by gobbling the advantages which later +enabled them to loot the city. His alliance with a gang of cutthroats +had brought about a lot of cutthroating. But his conscience suffered +no twinges. He remembered what he had once heard an old preacher +utter, namely, that they who rose by the sword perished by the sword. +One took his chances when he played with cutting throats, and his, +Daylight's, throat was still intact. That was it! And he had won. It +was all gamble and war between the strong men. The fools did not +count. They were always getting hurt; and that they always had been +getting hurt was the conclusion he drew from what little he knew of +history. San Francisco had wanted war, and he had given it war. It +was the game. All the big fellows did the same, and they did much +worse, too. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't talk to me about morality and civic duty," he replied to a +persistent interviewer. "If you quit your job tomorrow and went to +work on another paper, you would write just what you were told to +write. It's morality and civic duty now with you; on the new job it +would be backing up a thieving railroad with... morality and civic +duty, I suppose. Your price, my son, is just about thirty per week. +That's what you sell for. But your paper would sell for a bit more. +Pay its price to-day, and it would shift its present rotten policy to +some other rotten policy; but it would never let up on morality and +civic duty. +</P> + +<P> +"And all because a sucker is born every minute. So long as the people +stand for it, they'll get it good and plenty, my son. And the +shareholders and business interests might as well shut up squawking +about how much they've been hurt. You never hear ary squeal out of +them when they've got the other fellow down and are gouging him. This +is the time THEY got gouged, and that's all there is to it. Talk about +mollycoddles! Son, those same fellows would steal crusts from starving +men and pull gold fillings from the mouths of corpses, yep, and squawk +like Sam Scratch if some blamed corpse hit back. They're all tarred +with the same brush, little and big. Look at your Sugar Trust—with +all its millions stealing water like a common thief from New York City, +and short-weighing the government on its phoney scales. Morality and +civic duty! Son, forget it." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0208"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER VIII +</H3> + +<P> +Daylight's coming to civilization had not improved him. True, he wore +better clothes, had learned slightly better manners, and spoke better +English. As a gambler and a man-trampler he had developed remarkable +efficiency. Also, he had become used to a higher standard of living, +and he had whetted his wits to razor sharpness in the fierce, +complicated struggle of fighting males. But he had hardened, and at the +expense of his old-time, whole-souled geniality. Of the essential +refinements of civilization he knew nothing. He did not know they +existed. He had become cynical, bitter, and brutal. Power had its +effect on him that it had on all men. Suspicious of the big +exploiters, despising the fools of the exploited herd, he had faith +only in himself. This led to an undue and erroneous exaltation of his +ego, while kindly consideration of others—nay, even simple +respect—was destroyed, until naught was left for him but to worship at +the shrine of self. Physically, he was not the man of iron muscles who +had come down out of the Arctic. He did not exercise sufficiently, ate +more than was good for him, and drank altogether too much. His muscles +were getting flabby, and his tailor called attention to his increasing +waistband. In fact, Daylight was developing a definite paunch. This +physical deterioration was manifest likewise in his face. The lean +Indian visage was suffering a city change. The slight hollows in the +cheeks under the high cheek-bones had filled out. The beginning of +puff-sacks under the eyes was faintly visible. The girth of the neck +had increased, and the first crease and fold of a double chin were +becoming plainly discernible. The old effect of asceticism, bred of +terrific hardships and toil, had vanished; the features had become +broader and heavier, betraying all the stigmata of the life he lived, +advertising the man's self-indulgence, harshness, and brutality. +</P> + +<P> +Even his human affiliations were descending. Playing a lone hand, +contemptuous of most of the men with whom he played, lacking in +sympathy or understanding of them, and certainly independent of them, +he found little in common with those to be encountered, say at the +Alta-Pacific. In point of fact, when the battle with the steamship +companies was at its height and his raid was inflicting incalculable +damage on all business interests, he had been asked to resign from the +Alta-Pacific. The idea had been rather to his liking, and he had found +new quarters in clubs like the Riverside, organized and practically +maintained by the city bosses. He found that he really liked such men +better. They were more primitive and simple, and they did not put on +airs. They were honest buccaneers, frankly in the game for what they +could get out of it, on the surface more raw and savage, but at least +not glossed over with oily or graceful hypocrisy. The Alta-Pacific had +suggested that his resignation be kept a private matter, and then had +privily informed the newspapers. The latter had made great capital out +of the forced resignation, but Daylight had grinned and silently gone +his way, though registering a black mark against more than one club +member who was destined to feel, in the days to come, the crushing +weight of the Klondiker's financial paw. +</P> + +<P> +The storm-centre of a combined newspaper attack lasting for months, +Daylight's character had been torn to shreds. There was no fact in his +history that had not been distorted into a criminality or a vice. This +public making of him over into an iniquitous monster had pretty well +crushed any lingering hope he had of getting acquainted with Dede +Mason. He felt that there was no chance for her ever to look kindly on +a man of his caliber, and, beyond increasing her salary to seventy-five +dollars a month, he proceeded gradually to forget about her. The +increase was made known to her through Morrison, and later she thanked +Daylight, and that was the end of it. +</P> + +<P> +One week-end, feeling heavy and depressed and tired of the city and its +ways, he obeyed the impulse of a whim that was later to play an +important part in his life. The desire to get out of the city for a +whiff of country air and for a change of scene was the cause. Yet, to +himself, he made the excuse of going to Glen Ellen for the purpose of +inspecting the brickyard with which Holdsworthy had goldbricked him. +</P> + +<P> +He spent the night in the little country hotel, and on Sunday morning, +astride a saddle-horse rented from the Glen Ellen butcher, rode out of +the village. The brickyard was close at hand on the flat beside the +Sonoma Creek. The kilns were visible among the trees, when he glanced +to the left and caught sight of a cluster of wooded knolls half a mile +away, perched on the rolling slopes of Sonoma Mountain. The mountain, +itself wooded, towered behind. The trees on the knolls seemed to +beckon to him. +</P> + +<P> +The dry, early-summer air, shot through with sunshine, was wine to him. +Unconsciously he drank it in deep breaths. The prospect of the +brickyard was uninviting. He was jaded with all things business, and +the wooded knolls were calling to him. A horse was between his legs—a +good horse, he decided; one that sent him back to the cayuses he had +ridden during his eastern Oregon boyhood. He had been somewhat of a +rider in those early days, and the champ of bit and creak of +saddle-leather sounded good to him now. +</P> + +<P> +Resolving to have his fun first, and to look over the brickyard +afterward, he rode on up the hill, prospecting for a way across country +to get to the knolls. He left the country road at the first gate he +came to and cantered through a hayfield. The grain was waist-high on +either side the wagon road, and he sniffed the warm aroma of it with +delighted nostrils. Larks flew up before him, and from everywhere came +mellow notes. From the appearance of the road it was patent that it +had been used for hauling clay to the now idle brickyard. Salving his +conscience with the idea that this was part of the inspection, he rode +on to the clay-pit—a huge scar in a hillside. But he did not linger +long, swinging off again to the left and leaving the road. Not a +farm-house was in sight, and the change from the city crowding was +essentially satisfying. He rode now through open woods, across little +flower-scattered glades, till he came upon a spring. Flat on the +ground, he drank deeply of the clear water, and, looking about him, +felt with a shock the beauty of the world. It came to him like a +discovery; he had never realized it before, he concluded, and also, he +had forgotten much. One could not sit in at high finance and keep +track of such things. As he drank in the air, the scene, and the +distant song of larks, he felt like a poker-player rising from a +night-long table and coming forth from the pent atmosphere to taste the +freshness of the morn. +</P> + +<P> +At the base of the knolls he encountered a tumble-down stake-and-rider +fence. From the look of it he judged it must be forty years old at +least—the work of some first pioneer who had taken up the land when +the days of gold had ended. The woods were very thick here, yet fairly +clear of underbrush, so that, while the blue sky was screened by the +arched branches, he was able to ride beneath. He now found himself in +a nook of several acres, where the oak and manzanita and madrono gave +way to clusters of stately redwoods. Against the foot of a +steep-sloped knoll he came upon a magnificent group of redwoods that +seemed to have gathered about a tiny gurgling spring. +</P> + +<P> +He halted his horse, for beside the spring uprose a wild California +lily. It was a wonderful flower, growing there in the cathedral nave +of lofty trees. At least eight feet in height, its stem rose straight +and slender, green and bare for two-thirds its length, and then burst +into a shower of snow-white waxen bells. There were hundreds of these +blossoms, all from the one stem, delicately poised and ethereally +frail. Daylight had never seen anything like it. Slowly his gaze +wandered from it to all that was about him. He took off his hat, with +almost a vague religious feeling. This was different. No room for +contempt and evil here. This was clean and fresh and +beautiful-something he could respect. It was like a church. The +atmosphere was one of holy calm. Here man felt the prompting of nobler +things. Much of this and more was in Daylight's heart as he looked +about him. But it was not a concept of his mind. He merely felt it +without thinking about it at all. +</P> + +<P> +On the steep incline above the spring grew tiny maidenhair ferns, while +higher up were larger ferns and brakes. Great, moss-covered trunks of +fallen trees lay here and there, slowly sinking back and merging into +the level of the forest mould. Beyond, in a slightly clearer space, +wild grape and honeysuckle swung in green riot from gnarled old oak +trees. A gray Douglas squirrel crept out on a branch and watched him. +From somewhere came the distant knocking of a woodpecker. This sound +did not disturb the hush and awe of the place. Quiet woods, noises +belonged there and made the solitude complete. The tiny bubbling +ripple of the spring and the gray flash of tree-squirrel were as +yardsticks with which to measure the silence and motionless repose. +</P> + +<P> +"Might be a million miles from anywhere," Daylight whispered to himself. +</P> + +<P> +But ever his gaze returned to the wonderful lily beside the bubbling +spring. +</P> + +<P> +He tethered the horse and wandered on foot among the knolls. Their tops +were crowned with century-old spruce trees, and their sides clothed +with oaks and madronos and native holly. But to the perfect redwoods +belonged the small but deep canon that threaded its way among the +knolls. Here he found no passage out for his horse, and he returned to +the lily beside the spring. On foot, tripping, stumbling, leading the +animal, he forced his way up the hillside. And ever the ferns carpeted +the way of his feet, ever the forest climbed with him and arched +overhead, and ever the clean joy and sweetness stole in upon his senses. +</P> + +<P> +On the crest he came through an amazing thicket of velvet-trunked young +madronos, and emerged on an open hillside that led down into a tiny +valley. The sunshine was at first dazzling in its brightness, and he +paused and rested, for he was panting from the exertion. Not of old +had he known shortness of breath such as this, and muscles that so +easily tired at a stiff climb. A tiny stream ran down the tiny valley +through a tiny meadow that was carpeted knee-high with grass and blue +and white nemophila. The hillside was covered with Mariposa lilies and +wild hyacinth, down through which his horse dropped slowly, with +circumspect feet and reluctant gait. +</P> + +<P> +Crossing the stream, Daylight followed a faint cattle trail over a low, +rocky hill and through a wine-wooded forest of manzanita, and emerged +upon another tiny valley, down which filtered another spring-fed, +meadow-bordered streamlet. A jack-rabbit bounded from a bush under his +horse's nose, leaped the stream, and vanished up the opposite hillside +of scrub-oak. Daylight watched it admiringly as he rode on to the head +of the meadow. Here he startled up a many-pronged buck, that seemed to +soar across the meadow, and to soar over the stake-and-rider fence, +and, still soaring, disappeared in a friendly copse beyond. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight's delight was unbounded. It seemed to him that he had never +been so happy. His old woods' training was aroused, and he was keenly +interested in everything in the moss on the trees and branches; in the +bunches of mistletoe hanging in the oaks; in the nest of a wood-rat; in +the water-cress growing in the sheltered eddies of the little stream; +in the butterflies drifting through the rifted sunshine and shadow; in +the blue jays that flashed in splashes of gorgeous color across the +forest aisles; in the tiny birds, like wrens, that hopped among the +bushes and imitated certain minor quail-calls; and in the +crimson-crested woodpecker that ceased its knocking and cocked its head +on one side to survey him. Crossing the stream, he struck faint +vestiges of a wood-road, used, evidently, a generation back, when the +meadow had been cleared of its oaks. He found a hawk's nest on the +lightning-shattered tipmost top of a six-foot redwood. And to complete +it all his horse stumbled upon several large broods of half-grown +quail, and the air was filled with the thrum of their flight. He +halted and watched the young ones "petrifying" and disappearing on the +ground before his eyes, and listening to the anxious calls of the old +ones hidden in the thickets. +</P> + +<P> +"It sure beats country places and bungalows at Menlo Park," he communed +aloud; "and if ever I get the hankering for country life, it's me for +this every time." +</P> + +<P> +The old wood-road led him to a clearing, where a dozen acres of grapes +grew on wine-red soil. A cow-path, more trees and thickets, and he +dropped down a hillside to the southeast exposure. Here, poised above +a big forested canon, and looking out upon Sonoma Valley, was a small +farm-house. With its barn and outhouses it snuggled into a nook in the +hillside, which protected it from west and north. It was the erosion +from this hillside, he judged, that had formed the little level stretch +of vegetable garden. The soil was fat and black, and there was water +in plenty, for he saw several faucets running wide open. +</P> + +<P> +Forgotten was the brickyard. Nobody was at home, but Daylight +dismounted and ranged the vegetable garden, eating strawberries and +green peas, inspecting the old adobe barn and the rusty plough and +harrow, and rolling and smoking cigarettes while he watched the antics +of several broods of young chickens and the mother hens. A foottrail +that led down the wall of the big canyon invited him, and he proceeded +to follow it. A water-pipe, usually above ground, paralleled the +trail, which he concluded led upstream to the bed of the creek. The +wall of the canon was several hundred feet from top to bottom, and +magnificent were the untouched trees that the place was plunged in +perpetual shade. He measured with his eye spruces five and six feet in +diameter and redwoods even larger. One such he passed, a twister that +was at least ten or eleven feet through. The trail led straight to a +small dam where was the intake for the pipe that watered the vegetable +garden. Here, beside the stream, were alders and laurel trees, and he +walked through fern-brakes higher than his head. Velvety moss was +everywhere, out of which grew maiden-hair and gold-back ferns. +</P> + +<P> +Save for the dam, it was a virgin wild. No ax had invaded, and the +trees died only of old age and stress of winter storm. The huge trunks +of those that had fallen lay moss-covered, slowly resolving back into +the soil from which they sprang. Some had lain so long that they were +quite gone, though their faint outlines, level with the mould, could +still be seen. Others bridged the stream, and from beneath the bulk of +one monster half a dozen younger trees, overthrown and crushed by the +fall, growing out along the ground, still lived and prospered, their +roots bathed by the stream, their upshooting branches catching the +sunlight through the gap that had been made in the forest roof. +</P> + +<P> +Back at the farm-house, Daylight mounted and rode on away from the +ranch and into the wilder canons and steeper steeps beyond. Nothing +could satisfy his holiday spirit now but the ascent of Sonoma Mountain. +And here on the crest, three hours afterward, he emerged, tired and +sweaty, garments torn and face and hands scratched, but with sparkling +eyes and an unwonted zestfulness of expression. He felt the illicit +pleasure of a schoolboy playing truant. The big gambling table of San +Francisco seemed very far away. But there was more than illicit +pleasure in his mood. It was as though he were going through a sort of +cleansing bath. No room here for all the sordidness, meanness, and +viciousness that filled the dirty pool of city existence. Without +pondering in detail upon the matter at all, his sensations were of +purification and uplift. Had he been asked to state how he felt, he +would merely have said that he was having a good time; for he was +unaware in his self-consciousness of the potent charm of nature that +was percolating through his city-rotted body and brain—potent, in that +he came of an abysmal past of wilderness dwellers, while he was himself +coated with but the thinnest rind of crowded civilization. +</P> + +<P> +There were no houses in the summit of Sonoma Mountain, and, all alone +under the azure California sky, he reined in on the southern edge of +the peak. He saw open pasture country, intersected with wooded canons, +descending to the south and west from his feet, crease on crease and +roll on roll, from lower level to lower level, to the floor of Petaluma +Valley, flat as a billiard-table, a cardboard affair, all patches and +squares of geometrical regularity where the fat freeholds were farmed. +Beyond, to the west, rose range on range of mountains cuddling purple +mists of atmosphere in their valleys; and still beyond, over the last +range of all, he saw the silver sheen of the Pacific. Swinging his +horse, he surveyed the west and north, from Santa Rosa to St. Helena, +and on to the east, across Sonoma to the chaparral-covered range that +shut off the view of Napa Valley. Here, part way up the eastern wall +of Sonoma Valley, in range of a line intersecting the little village of +Glen Ellen, he made out a scar upon a hillside. His first thought was +that it was the dump of a mine tunnel, but remembering that he was not +in gold-bearing country, he dismissed the scar from his mind and +continued the circle of his survey to the southeast, where, across the +waters of San Pablo Bay, he could see, sharp and distant, the twin +peaks of Mount Diablo. To the south was Mount Tamalpais, and, yes, he +was right, fifty miles away, where the draughty winds of the Pacific +blew in the Golden Gate, the smoke of San Francisco made a low-lying +haze against the sky. +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't seen so much country all at once in many a day," he thought +aloud. +</P> + +<P> +He was loath to depart, and it was not for an hour that he was able to +tear himself away and take the descent of the mountain. Working out a +new route just for the fun of it, late afternoon was upon him when he +arrived back at the wooded knolls. Here, on the top of one of them, +his keen eyes caught a glimpse of a shade of green sharply +differentiated from any he had seen all day. Studying it for a minute, +he concluded that it was composed of three cypress trees, and he knew +that nothing else than the hand of man could have planted them there. +Impelled by curiosity purely boyish, he made up his mind to +investigate. So densely wooded was the knoll, and so steep, that he +had to dismount and go up on foot, at times even on hands and knees +struggling hard to force a way through the thicker underbrush. He came +out abruptly upon the cypresses. They were enclosed in a small square +of ancient fence; the pickets he could plainly see had been hewn and +sharpened by hand. Inside were the mounds of two children's graves. +Two wooden headboards, likewise hand-hewn, told the state Little David, +born 1855, died 1859; and Little Roy, born 1853, died 1860. +</P> + +<P> +"The poor little kids," Daylight muttered. The graves showed signs of +recent care. Withered bouquets of wild flowers were on the mounds, and +the lettering on the headboards was freshly painted. Guided by these +clews, Daylight cast about for a trail, and found one leading down the +side opposite to his ascent. Circling the base of the knoll, he picked +up with his horse and rode on to the farm-house. Smoke was rising from +the chimney and he was quickly in conversation with a nervous, slender +young man, who, he learned, was only a tenant on the ranch. How large +was it? A matter of one hundred and eighty acres, though it seemed +much larger. This was because it was so irregularly shaped. Yes, it +included the clay-pit and all the knolls, and its boundary that ran +along the big canon was over a mile long. +</P> + +<P> +"You see," the young man said, "it was so rough and broken that when +they began to farm this country the farmers bought in the good land to +the edge of it. That's why its boundaries are all gouged and jagged. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, yes, he and his wife managed to scratch a living without working +too hard. They didn't have to pay much rent. Hillard, the owner, +depended on the income from the clay-pit. Hillard was well off, and +had big ranches and vineyards down on the flat of the valley. The +brickyard paid ten cents a cubic yard for the clay. As for the rest of +the ranch, the land was good in patches, where it was cleared, like the +vegetable garden and the vineyard, but the rest of it was too much +up-and-down." +</P> + +<P> +"You're not a farmer," Daylight said. The young man laughed and shook +his head. "No; I'm a telegraph operator. But the wife and I decided +to take a two years' vacation, and ... here we are. But the time's +about up. I'm going back into the office this fall after I get the +grapes off." +</P> + +<P> +Yes, there were about eleven acres in the vineyard—wine grapes. The +price was usually good. He grew most of what they ate. If he owned +the place, he'd clear a patch of land on the side-hill above the +vineyard and plant a small home orchard. The soil was good. There was +plenty of pasturage all over the ranch, and there were several cleared +patches, amounting to about fifteen acres in all, where he grew as much +mountain hay as could be found. It sold for three to five dollars more +a ton than the rank-stalked valley hay. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight listened, there came to him a sudden envy of this young fellow +living right in the midst of all this which Daylight had travelled +through the last few hours. +</P> + +<P> +"What in thunder are you going back to the telegraph office for?" he +demanded. +</P> + +<P> +The young man smiled with a certain wistfulness. "Because we can't get +ahead here..." (he hesitated an instant), "and because there are added +expenses coming. The rent, small as it is, counts; and besides, I'm +not strong enough to effectually farm the place. If I owned it, or if +I were a real husky like you, I'd ask nothing better. Nor would the +wife." Again the wistful smile hovered on his face. "You see, we're +country born, and after bucking with cities for a few years, we kind of +feel we like the country best. We've planned to get ahead, though, and +then some day we'll buy a patch of land and stay with it." +</P> + +<P> +The graves of the children? Yes, he had relettered them and hoed the +weeds out. It had become the custom. Whoever lived on the ranch did +that. For years, the story ran, the father and mother had returned +each summer to the graves. But there had come a time when they came no +more, and then old Hillard started the custom. The scar across the +valley? An old mine. It had never paid. The men had worked on it, +off and on, for years, for the indications had been good. But that was +years and years ago. No paying mine had ever been struck in the +valley, though there had been no end of prospect-holes put down and +there had been a sort of rush there thirty years back. +</P> + +<P> +A frail-looking young woman came to the door to call the young man to +supper. Daylight's first thought was that city living had not agreed +with her. And then he noted the slight tan and healthy glow that +seemed added to her face, and he decided that the country was the place +for her. Declining an invitation to supper, he rode on for Glen Ellen +sitting slack-kneed in the saddle and softly humming forgotten songs. +He dropped down the rough, winding road through covered pasture, with +here and there thickets of manzanita and vistas of open glades. He +listened greedily to the quail calling, and laughed outright, once, in +sheer joy, at a tiny chipmunk that fled scolding up a bank, slipping on +the crumbly surface and falling down, then dashing across the road +under his horse's nose and, still scolding, scrabbling up a protecting +oak. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight could not persuade himself to keep to the travelled roads that +day, and another cut across country to Glen Ellen brought him upon a +canon that so blocked his way that he was glad to follow a friendly +cow-path. This led him to a small frame cabin. The doors and windows +were open, and a cat was nursing a litter of kittens in the doorway, +but no one seemed at home. He descended the trail that evidently +crossed the canon. Part way down, he met an old man coming up through +the sunset. In his hand he carried a pail of foamy milk. He wore no +hat, and in his face, framed with snow-white hair and beard, was the +ruddy glow and content of the passing summer day. Daylight thought +that he had never seen so contented-looking a being. +</P> + +<P> +"How old are you, daddy?" he queried. +</P> + +<P> +"Eighty-four," was the reply. "Yes, sirree, eighty-four, and spryer +than most." +</P> + +<P> +"You must a' taken good care of yourself," Daylight suggested. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know about that. I ain't loafed none. I walked across the +Plains with an ox-team and fit Injuns in '51, and I was a family man +then with seven youngsters. I reckon I was as old then as you are now, +or pretty nigh on to it." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't you find it lonely here?" +</P> + +<P> +The old man shifted the pail of milk and reflected. "That all +depends," he said oracularly. "I ain't never been lonely except when +the old wife died. Some fellers are lonely in a crowd, and I'm one of +them. That's the only time I'm lonely, is when I go to 'Frisco. But I +don't go no more, thank you 'most to death. This is good enough for me. +I've ben right here in this valley since '54—one of the first settlers +after the Spaniards." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight started his horse, saying:— +</P> + +<P> +"Well, good night, daddy. Stick with it. You got all the young bloods +skinned, and I guess you've sure buried a mighty sight of them." +</P> + +<P> +The old man chuckled, and Daylight rode on, singularly at peace with +himself and all the world. It seemed that the old contentment of trail +and camp he had known on the Yukon had come back to him. He could not +shake from his eyes the picture of the old pioneer coming up the trail +through the sunset light. He was certainly going some for eighty-four. +The thought of following his example entered Daylight's mind, but the +big game of San Francisco vetoed the idea. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, anyway," he decided, "when I get old and quit the game, I'll +settle down in a place something like this, and the city can go to +hell." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0209"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER IX +</H3> + +<P> +Instead of returning to the city on Monday, Daylight rented the +butcher's horse for another day and crossed the bed of the valley to +its eastern hills to look at the mine. It was dryer and rockier here +than where he had been the day before, and the ascending slopes +supported mainly chaparral, scrubby and dense and impossible to +penetrate on horseback. But in the canyons water was plentiful and +also a luxuriant forest growth. The mine was an abandoned affair, but +he enjoyed the half-hour's scramble around. He had had experience in +quartz-mining before he went to Alaska, and he enjoyed the +recrudescence of his old wisdom in such matters. The story was simple +to him: good prospects that warranted the starting of the tunnel into +the sidehill; the three months' work and the getting short of money; +the lay-off while the men went away and got jobs; then the return and a +new stretch of work, with the "pay" ever luring and ever receding into +the mountain, until, after years of hope, the men had given up and +vanished. Most likely they were dead by now, Daylight thought, as he +turned in the saddle and looked back across the canyon at the ancient +dump and dark mouth of the tunnel. +</P> + +<P> +As on the previous day, just for the joy of it, he followed +cattle-trails at haphazard and worked his way up toward the summits. +Coming out on a wagon road that led upward, he followed it for several +miles, emerging in a small, mountain-encircled valley, where half a +dozen poor ranchers farmed the wine-grapes on the steep slopes. +Beyond, the road pitched upward. Dense chaparral covered the exposed +hillsides but in the creases of the canons huge spruce trees grew, and +wild oats and flowers. +</P> + +<P> +Half an hour later, sheltering under the summits themselves, he came +out on a clearing. Here and there, in irregular patches where the +steep and the soil favored, wine grapes were growing. Daylight could +see that it had been a stiff struggle, and that wild nature showed +fresh signs of winning—chaparral that had invaded the clearings; +patches and parts of patches of vineyard, unpruned, grassgrown, and +abandoned; and everywhere old stake-and-rider fences vainly striving to +remain intact. Here, at a small farm-house surrounded by large +outbuildings, the road ended. Beyond, the chaparral blocked the way. +</P> + +<P> +He came upon an old woman forking manure in the barnyard, and reined in +by the fence. +</P> + +<P> +"Hello, mother," was his greeting; "ain't you got any men-folk around +to do that for you?" +</P> + +<P> +She leaned on her pitchfork, hitched her skirt in at the waist, and +regarded him cheerfully. He saw that her toil-worn, weather-exposed +hands were like a man's, callused, large-knuckled, and gnarled, and +that her stockingless feet were thrust into heavy man's brogans. +</P> + +<P> +"Nary a man," she answered. "And where be you from, and all the way up +here? Won't you stop and hitch and have a glass of wine?" +</P> + +<P> +Striding clumsily but efficiently, like a laboring-man, she led him +into the largest building, where Daylight saw a hand-press and all the +paraphernalia on a small scale for the making of wine. It was too far +and too bad a road to haul the grapes to the valley wineries, she +explained, and so they were compelled to do it themselves. "They," he +learned, were she and her daughter, the latter a widow of forty-odd. +It had been easier before the grandson died and before he went away to +fight savages in the Philippines. He had died out there in battle. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight drank a full tumbler of excellent Riesling, talked a few +minutes, and accounted for a second tumbler. Yes, they just managed +not to starve. Her husband and she had taken up this government land +in '57 and cleared it and farmed it ever since, until he died, when she +had carried it on. It actually didn't pay for the toil, but what were +they to do? There was the wine trust, and wine was down. That +Riesling? She delivered it to the railroad down in the valley for +twenty-two cents a gallon. And it was a long haul. It took a day for +the round trip. Her daughter was gone now with a load. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight knew that in the hotels, Riesling, not quite so good even, was +charged for at from a dollar and a half to two dollars a quart. And +she got twenty-two cents a gallon. That was the game. She was one of +the stupid lowly, she and her people before her—the ones that did the +work, drove their oxen across the Plains, cleared and broke the virgin +land, toiled all days and all hours, paid their taxes, and sent their +sons and grandsons out to fight and die for the flag that gave them +such ample protection that they were able to sell their wine for +twenty-two cents. The same wine was served to him at the St. Francis +for two dollars a quart, or eight dollars a short gallon. That was it. +</P> + +<P> +Between her and her hand-press on the mountain clearing and him +ordering his wine in the hotel was a difference of seven dollars and +seventy-eight cents. A clique of sleek men in the city got between her +and him to just about that amount. And, besides them, there was a +horde of others that took their whack. They called it railroading, +high finance, banking, wholesaling, real estate, and such things, but +the point was that they got it, while she got what was +left,—twenty-two cents. Oh, well, a sucker was born every minute, he +sighed to himself, and nobody was to blame; it was all a game, and only +a few could win, but it was damned hard on the suckers. +</P> + +<P> +"How old are you, mother?" he asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Seventy-nine come next January." +</P> + +<P> +"Worked pretty hard, I suppose?" +</P> + +<P> +"Sense I was seven. I was bound out in Michigan state until I was +woman-grown. Then I married, and I reckon the work got harder and +harder." +</P> + +<P> +"When are you going to take a rest?" +</P> + +<P> +She looked at him, as though she chose to think his question facetious, +and did not reply. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you believe in God?" +</P> + +<P> +She nodded her head. +</P> + +<P> +"Then you get it all back," he assured her; but in his heart he was +wondering about God, that allowed so many suckers to be born and that +did not break up the gambling game by which they were robbed from the +cradle to the grave. +</P> + +<P> +"How much of that Riesling you got?" +</P> + +<P> +She ran her eyes over the casks and calculated. "Just short of eight +hundred gallons." +</P> + +<P> +He wondered what he could do with all of it, and speculated as to whom +he could give it away. +</P> + +<P> +"What would you do if you got a dollar a gallon for it?" he asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Drop dead, I suppose." +</P> + +<P> +"No; speaking seriously." +</P> + +<P> +"Get me some false teeth, shingle the house, and buy a new wagon. The +road's mighty hard on wagons." +</P> + +<P> +"And after that?" +</P> + +<P> +"Buy me a coffin." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, they're yours, mother, coffin and all." +</P> + +<P> +She looked her incredulity. +</P> + +<P> +"No; I mean it. And there's fifty to bind the bargain. Never mind the +receipt. It's the rich ones that need watching, their memories being +so infernal short, you know. Here's my address. You've got to deliver +it to the railroad. And now, show me the way out of here. I want to +get up to the top." +</P> + +<P> +On through the chaparral he went, following faint cattle trails and +working slowly upward till he came out on the divide and gazed down +into Napa Valley and back across to Sonoma Mountain... "A sweet land," +he muttered, "an almighty sweet land." +</P> + +<P> +Circling around to the right and dropping down along the cattle-trails, +he quested for another way back to Sonoma Valley; but the cattle-trails +seemed to fade out, and the chaparral to grow thicker with a deliberate +viciousness and even when he won through in places, the canon and small +feeders were too precipitous for his horse, and turned him back. But +there was no irritation about it. He enjoyed it all, for he was back +at his old game of bucking nature. Late in the afternoon he broke +through, and followed a well-defined trail down a dry canon. Here he +got a fresh thrill. He had heard the baying of the hound some minutes +before, and suddenly, across the bare face of the hill above him, he +saw a large buck in flight. And not far behind came the deer-hound, a +magnificent animal. Daylight sat tense in his saddle and watched until +they disappeared, his breath just a trifle shorter, as if he, too, were +in the chase, his nostrils distended, and in his bones the old hunting +ache and memories of the days before he came to live in cities. +</P> + +<P> +The dry canon gave place to one with a slender ribbon of running water. +The trail ran into a wood-road, and the wood-road emerged across a +small flat upon a slightly travelled county road. There were no farms +in this immediate section, and no houses. The soil was meagre, the +bed-rock either close to the surface or constituting the surface +itself. Manzanita and scrub-oak, however, flourished and walled the +road on either side with a jungle growth. And out a runway through +this growth a man suddenly scuttled in a way that reminded Daylight of +a rabbit. +</P> + +<P> +He was a little man, in patched overalls; bareheaded, with a cotton +shirt open at the throat and down the chest. The sun was ruddy-brown +in his face, and by it his sandy hair was bleached on the ends to +peroxide blond. He signed to Daylight to halt, and held up a letter. +"If you're going to town, I'd be obliged if you mail this." +</P> + +<P> +"I sure will." Daylight put it into his coat pocket. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you live hereabouts, stranger?" +</P> + +<P> +But the little man did not answer. He was gazing at Daylight in a +surprised and steadfast fashion. +</P> + +<P> +"I know you," the little man announced. "You're Elam Harnish—Burning +Daylight, the papers call you. Am I right?" +</P> + +<P> +Daylight nodded. +</P> + +<P> +"But what under the sun are you doing here in the chaparral?" +</P> + +<P> +Daylight grinned as he answered, "Drumming up trade for a free rural +delivery route." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I'm glad I wrote that letter this afternoon," the little man +went on, "or else I'd have missed seeing you. I've seen your photo in +the papers many a time, and I've a good memory for faces. I recognized +you at once. My name's Ferguson." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you live hereabouts?" Daylight repeated his query. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, yes. I've got a little shack back here in the bush a hundred +yards, and a pretty spring, and a few fruit trees and berry bushes. +Come in and take a look. And that spring is a dandy. You never tasted +water like it. Come in and try it." +</P> + +<P> +Walking and leading his horse, Daylight followed the quick-stepping +eager little man through the green tunnel and emerged abruptly upon the +clearing, if clearing it might be called, where wild nature and man's +earth-scratching were inextricably blended. It was a tiny nook in the +hills, protected by the steep walls of a canon mouth. Here were +several large oaks, evidencing a richer soil. The erosion of ages from +the hillside had slowly formed this deposit of fat earth. Under the +oaks, almost buried in them, stood a rough, unpainted cabin, the wide +verandah of which, with chairs and hammocks, advertised an out-of doors +bedchamber. Daylight's keen eyes took in every thing. The clearing +was irregular, following the patches of the best soil, and every fruit +tree and berry bush, and even each vegetable plant, had the water +personally conducted to it. The tiny irrigation channels were every +where, and along some of them the water was running. +</P> + +<P> +Ferguson looked eagerly into his visitor's face for signs of +approbation. +</P> + +<P> +"What do you think of it, eh?" +</P> + +<P> +"Hand-reared and manicured, every blessed tree," Daylight laughed, but +the joy and satisfaction that shone in his eyes contented the little +man. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, d'ye know, I know every one of those trees as if they were sons +of mine. I planted them, nursed them, fed them, and brought them up. +Come on and peep at the spring." +</P> + +<P> +"It's sure a hummer," was Daylight's verdict, after due inspection and +sampling, as they turned back for the house. +</P> + +<P> +The interior was a surprise. The cooking being done in the small, +lean-to kitchen, the whole cabin formed a large living room. A great +table in the middle was comfortably littered with books and magazines. +All the available wall space, from floor to ceiling, was occupied by +filled bookshelves. It seemed to Daylight that he had never seen so +many books assembled in one place. Skins of wildcat, 'coon, and deer +lay about on the pine-board floor. +</P> + +<P> +"Shot them myself, and tanned them, too," Ferguson proudly asserted. +</P> + +<P> +The crowning feature of the room was a huge fireplace of rough stones +and boulders. +</P> + +<P> +"Built it myself," Ferguson proclaimed, "and, by God, she drew! Never a +wisp of smoke anywhere save in the pointed channel, and that during the +big southeasters." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight found himself charmed and made curious by the little man. Why +was he hiding away here in the chaparral, he and his books? He was +nobody's fool, anybody could see that. Then why? The whole affair had +a tinge of adventure, and Daylight accepted an invitation to supper, +half prepared to find his host a raw-fruit-and-nut-eater or some +similar sort of health faddest. At table, while eating rice and +jack-rabbit curry (the latter shot by Ferguson), they talked it over, +and Daylight found the little man had no food "views." He ate whatever +he liked, and all he wanted, avoiding only such combinations that +experience had taught him disagreed with his digestion. +</P> + +<P> +Next, Daylight surmised that he might be touched with religion; but, +quest about as he would, in a conversation covering the most divergent +topics, he could find no hint of queerness or unusualness. So it was, +when between them they had washed and wiped the dishes and put them +away, and had settled down to a comfortable smoke, that Daylight put +his question. +</P> + +<P> +"Look here, Ferguson. Ever since we got together, I've been casting +about to find out what's wrong with you, to locate a screw loose +somewhere, but I'll be danged if I've succeeded. What are you doing +here, anyway? What made you come here? What were you doing for a +living before you came here? Go ahead and elucidate yourself." +</P> + +<P> +Ferguson frankly showed his pleasure at the questions. +</P> + +<P> +"First of all," he began, "the doctors wound up by losing all hope for +me. Gave me a few months at best, and that, after a course in +sanatoriums and a trip to Europe and another to Hawaii. They tried +electricity, and forced feeding, and fasting. I was a graduate of about +everything in the curriculum. They kept me poor with their bills while +I went from bad to worse. The trouble with me was two fold: first, I +was a born weakling; and next, I was living unnaturally—too much work, +and responsibility, and strain. I was managing editor of the +Times-Tribune—" +</P> + +<P> +Daylight gasped mentally, for the Times-Tribune was the biggest and +most influential paper in San Francisco, and always had been so. +</P> + +<P> +"—and I wasn't strong enough for the strain. Of course my body went +back on me, and my mind, too, for that matter. It had to be bolstered +up with whiskey, which wasn't good for it any more than was the living +in clubs and hotels good for my stomach and the rest of me. That was +what ailed me; I was living all wrong." +</P> + +<P> +He shrugged his shoulders and drew at his pipe. +</P> + +<P> +"When the doctors gave me up, I wound up my affairs and gave the +doctors up. That was fifteen years ago. I'd been hunting through here +when I was a boy, on vacations from college, and when I was all down +and out it seemed a yearning came to me to go back to the country. So +I quit, quit everything, absolutely, and came to live in the Valley of +the Moon—that's the Indian name, you know, for Sonoma Valley. I lived +in the lean-to the first year; then I built the cabin and sent for my +books. I never knew what happiness was before, nor health. Look at me +now and dare to tell me that I look forty-seven." +</P> + +<P> +"I wouldn't give a day over forty," Daylight confessed. +</P> + +<P> +"Yet the day I came here I looked nearer sixty, and that was fifteen +years ago." +</P> + +<P> +They talked along, and Daylight looked at the world from new angles. +Here was a man, neither bitter nor cynical, who laughed at the +city-dwellers and called them lunatics; a man who did not care for +money, and in whom the lust for power had long since died. As for the +friendship of the city-dwellers, his host spoke in no uncertain terms. +</P> + +<P> +"What did they do, all the chaps I knew, the chaps in the clubs with +whom I'd been cheek by jowl for heaven knows how long? I was not +beholden to them for anything, and when I slipped out there was not one +of them to drop me a line and say, 'How are you, old man? Anything I +can do for you?' For several weeks it was: 'What's become of Ferguson?' +After that I became a reminiscence and a memory. Yet every last one of +them knew I had nothing but my salary and that I'd always lived a lap +ahead of it." +</P> + +<P> +"But what do you do now?" was Daylight's query. "You must need cash to +buy clothes and magazines?" +</P> + +<P> +"A week's work or a month's work, now and again, ploughing in the +winter, or picking grapes in the fall, and there's always odd jobs with +the farmers through the summer. I don't need much, so I don't have to +work much. Most of my time I spend fooling around the place. I could +do hack work for the magazines and newspapers; but I prefer the +ploughing and the grape picking. Just look at me and you can see why. +I'm hard as rocks. And I like the work. But I tell you a chap's got +to break in to it. It's a great thing when he's learned to pick grapes +a whole long day and come home at the end of it with that tired happy +feeling, instead of being in a state of physical collapse. That +fireplace—those big stones—I was soft, then, a little, anemic, +alcoholic degenerate, with the spunk of a rabbit and about one per cent +as much stamina, and some of those big stones nearly broke my back and +my heart. But I persevered, and used my body in the way Nature +intended it should be used—not bending over a desk and swilling +whiskey... and, well, here I am, a better man for it, and there's the +fireplace, fine and dandy, eh? +</P> + +<P> +"And now tell me about the Klondike, and how you turned San Francisco +upside down with that last raid of yours. You're a bonny fighter, you +know, and you touch my imagination, though my cooler reason tells me +that you are a lunatic like the rest. The lust for power! It's a +dreadful affliction. Why didn't you stay in your Klondike? Or why +don't you clear out and live a natural life, for instance, like mine? +You see, I can ask questions, too. Now you talk and let me listen for +a while." +</P> + +<P> +It was not until ten o'clock that Daylight parted from Ferguson. As he +rode along through the starlight, the idea came to him of buying the +ranch on the other side of the valley. There was no thought in his +mind of ever intending to live on it. His game was in San Francisco. +But he liked the ranch, and as soon as he got back to the office he +would open up negotiations with Hillard. Besides, the ranch included +the clay-pit, and it would give him the whip-hand over Holdsworthy if +he ever tried to cut up any didoes. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0210"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER X +</H3> + +<P> +The time passed, and Daylight played on at the game. But the game had +entered upon a new phase. The lust for power in the mere gambling and +winning was metamorphosing into the lust for power in order to revenge. +There were many men in San Francisco against whom he had registered +black marks, and now and again, with one of his lightning strokes, he +erased such a mark. He asked no quarter; he gave no quarter. Men +feared and hated him, and no one loved him, except Larry Hegan, his +lawyer, who would have laid down his life for him. But he was the only +man with whom Daylight was really intimate, though he was on terms of +friendliest camaraderie with the rough and unprincipled following of +the bosses who ruled the Riverside Club. +</P> + +<P> +On the other hand, San Francisco's attitude toward Daylight had +undergone a change. While he, with his slashing buccaneer methods, was +a distinct menace to the more orthodox financial gamblers, he was +nevertheless so grave a menace that they were glad enough to leave him +alone. He had already taught them the excellence of letting a sleeping +dog lie. Many of the men, who knew that they were in danger of his big +bear-paw when it reached out for the honey vats, even made efforts to +placate him, to get on the friendly side of him. The Alta-Pacific +approached him confidentially with an offer of reinstatement, which he +promptly declined. He was after a number of men in that club, and, +whenever opportunity offered, he reached out for them and mangled them. +Even the newspapers, with one or two blackmailing exceptions, ceased +abusing him and became respectful. In short, he was looked upon as a +bald-faced grizzly from the Arctic wilds to whom it was considered +expedient to give the trail. At the time he raided the steamship +companies, they had yapped at him and worried him, the whole pack of +them, only to have him whirl around and whip them in the fiercest +pitched battle San Francisco had ever known. Not easily forgotten was +the Pacific Slope Seaman's strike and the giving over of the municipal +government to the labor bosses and grafters. The destruction of +Charles Klinkner and the California and Altamont Trust Company had been +a warning. But it was an isolated case; they had been confident in +strength in numbers—until he taught them better. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight still engaged in daring speculations, as, for instance, at the +impending outbreak of the Japanese-Russian War, when, in the face of +the experience and power of the shipping gamblers, he reached out and +clutched practically a monopoly of available steamer-charters. There +was scarcely a battered tramp on the Seven Seas that was not his on +time charter. As usual, his position was, "You've got to come and see +me"; which they did, and, to use another of his phrases, they "paid +through the nose" for the privilege. And all his venturing and +fighting had now but one motive. Some day, as he confided to Hegan, +when he'd made a sufficient stake, he was going back to New York and +knock the spots out of Messrs. Dowsett, Letton, and Guggenhammer. He'd +show them what an all-around general buzz-saw he was and what a mistake +they'd made ever to monkey with him. But he never lost his head, and +he knew that he was not yet strong enough to go into death-grapples +with those three early enemies. In the meantime the black marks +against them remained for a future easement day. +</P> + +<P> +Dede Mason was still in the office. He had made no more overtures, +discussed no more books and no more grammar. He had no active interest +in her, and she was to him a pleasant memory of what had never +happened, a joy, which, by his essential nature, he was barred from +ever knowing. Yet, while his interest had gone to sleep and his energy +was consumed in the endless battles he waged, he knew every trick of +the light on her hair, every quick denote mannerism of movement, every +line of her figure as expounded by her tailor-made gowns. Several +times, six months or so apart, he had increased her salary, until now +she was receiving ninety dollars a month. Beyond this he dared not go, +though he had got around it by making the work easier. This he had +accomplished after her return from a vacation, by retaining her +substitute as an assistant. Also, he had changed his office suite, so +that now the two girls had a room by themselves. +</P> + +<P> +His eye had become quite critical wherever Dede Mason was concerned. +He had long since noted her pride of carriage. It was unobtrusive, yet +it was there. He decided, from the way she carried it, that she deemed +her body a thing to be proud of, to be cared for as a beautiful and +valued possession. In this, and in the way she carried her clothes, he +compared her with her assistant, with the stenographers he encountered +in other offices, with the women he saw on the sidewalks. "She's sure +well put up," he communed with himself; "and she sure knows how to +dress and carry it off without being stuck on herself and without +laying it on thick." +</P> + +<P> +The more he saw of her, and the more he thought he knew of her, the +more unapproachable did she seem to him. But since he had no intention +of approaching her, this was anything but an unsatisfactory fact. He +was glad he had her in his office, and hoped she'd stay, and that was +about all. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight did not improve with the passing years. The life was not good +for him. He was growing stout and soft, and there was unwonted +flabbiness in his muscles. The more he drank cocktails, the more he +was compelled to drink in order to get the desired result, the +inhibitions that eased him down from the concert pitch of his +operations. And with this went wine, too, at meals, and the long +drinks after dinner of Scotch and soda at the Riverside. Then, too, +his body suffered from lack of exercise; and, from lack of decent human +associations, his moral fibres were weakening. Never a man to hide +anything, some of his escapades became public, such as speeding, and of +joy-rides in his big red motor-car down to San Jose with companions +distinctly sporty—incidents that were narrated as good fun and +comically in the newspapers. +</P> + +<P> +Nor was there anything to save him. Religion had passed him by. "A +long time dead" was his epitome of that phase of speculation. He was +not interested in humanity. According to his rough-hewn sociology, it +was all a gamble. God was a whimsical, abstract, mad thing called +Luck. As to how one happened to be born—whether a sucker or a +robber—was a gamble to begin with; Luck dealt out the cards, and the +little babies picked up the hands allotted them. Protest was vain. +Those were their cards and they had to play them, willy-nilly, +hunchbacked or straight backed, crippled or clean-limbed, addle-pated +or clear-headed. There was no fairness in it. The cards most picked +up put them into the sucker class; the cards of a few enabled them to +become robbers. The playing of the cards was life—the crowd of +players, society. +</P> + +<P> +The table was the earth, and the earth, in lumps and chunks, from +loaves of bread to big red motor-cars, was the stake. And in the end, +lucky and unlucky, they were all a long time dead. +</P> + +<P> +It was hard on the stupid lowly, for they were coppered to lose from +the start; but the more he saw of the others, the apparent winners, the +less it seemed to him that they had anything to brag about. They, too, +were a long time dead, and their living did not amount to much. It was +a wild animal fight; the strong trampled the weak, and the strong, he +had already discovered,—men like Dowsett, and Letton, and +Guggenhammer,—were not necessarily the best. He remembered his miner +comrades of the Arctic. They were the stupid lowly, they did the hard +work and were robbed of the fruit of their toil just as was the old +woman making wine in the Sonoma hills; and yet they had finer qualities +of truth, and loyalty, and square-dealing than did the men who robbed +them. The winners seemed to be the crooked ones, the unfaithful ones, +the wicked ones. And even they had no say in the matter. They played +the cards that were given them; and Luck, the monstrous, mad-god thing, +the owner of the whole shebang, looked on and grinned. It was he who +stacked the universal card-deck of existence. +</P> + +<P> +There was no justice in the deal. The little men that came, the little +pulpy babies, were not even asked if they wanted to try a flutter at +the game. They had no choice. Luck jerked them into life, slammed +them up against the jostling table, and told them: "Now play, damn you, +play!" And they did their best, poor little devils. The play of some +led to steam yachts and mansions; of others, to the asylum or the +pauper's ward. Some played the one same card, over and over, and made +wine all their days in the chaparral, hoping, at the end, to pull down +a set of false teeth and a coffin. Others quit the game early, having +drawn cards that called for violent death, or famine in the Barrens, or +loathsome and lingering disease. The hands of some called for kingship +and irresponsible and numerated power; other hands called for ambition, +for wealth in untold sums, for disgrace and shame, or for women and +wine. +</P> + +<P> +As for himself, he had drawn a lucky hand, though he could not see all +the cards. Somebody or something might get him yet. The mad god, +Luck, might be tricking him along to some such end. An unfortunate set +of circumstances, and in a month's time the robber gang might be +war-dancing around his financial carcass. This very day a street-car +might run him down, or a sign fall from a building and smash in his +skull. Or there was disease, ever rampant, one of Luck's grimmest +whims. Who could say? To-morrow, or some other day, a ptomaine bug, or +some other of a thousand bugs, might jump out upon him and drag him +down. There was Doctor Bascom, Lee Bascom who had stood beside him a +week ago and talked and argued, a picture of magnificent youth, and +strength, and health. And in three days he was dead—pneumonia, +rheumatism of the heart, and heaven knew what else—at the end +screaming in agony that could be heard a block away. That had been +terrible. It was a fresh, raw stroke in Daylight's consciousness. And +when would his own turn come? Who could say? +</P> + +<P> +In the meantime there was nothing to do but play the cards he could see +in his hand, and they were BATTLE, REVENGE, AND COCKTAILS. And Luck +sat over all and grinned. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0211"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XI +</H3> + +<P> +One Sunday, late in the afternoon, found Daylight across the bay in the +Piedmont hills back of Oakland. As usual, he was in a big motor-car, +though not his own, the guest of Swiftwater Bill, Luck's own darling, +who had come down to spend the clean-up of the seventh fortune wrung +from the frozen Arctic gravel. A notorious spender, his latest pile +was already on the fair road to follow the previous six. He it was, in +the first year of Dawson, who had cracked an ocean of champagne at +fifty dollars a quart; who, with the bottom of his gold-sack in sight, +had cornered the egg-market, at twenty-four dollars per dozen, to the +tune of one hundred and ten dozen, in order to pique the lady-love who +had jilted him; and he it was, paying like a prince for speed, who had +chartered special trains and broken all records between San Francisco +and New York. And here he was once more, the "luck-pup of hell," as +Daylight called him, throwing his latest fortune away with the same +old-time facility. +</P> + +<P> +It was a merry party, and they had made a merry day of it, circling the +bay from San Francisco around by San Jose and up to Oakland, having +been thrice arrested for speeding, the third time, however, on the +Haywards stretch, running away with their captor. Fearing that a +telephone message to arrest them had been flashed ahead, they had +turned into the back-road through the hills, and now, rushing in upon +Oakland by a new route, were boisterously discussing what disposition +they should make of the constable. +</P> + +<P> +"We'll come out at Blair Park in ten minutes," one of the men +announced. "Look here, Swiftwater, there's a crossroads right ahead, +with lots of gates, but it'll take us backcountry clear into Berkeley. +Then we can come back into Oakland from the other side, sneak across on +the ferry, and send the machine back around to-night with the +chauffeur." +</P> + +<P> +But Swiftwater Bill failed to see why he should not go into Oakland by +way of Blair Park, and so decided. +</P> + +<P> +The next moment, flying around a bend, the back-road they were not +going to take appeared. Inside the gate leaning out from her saddle +and just closing it, was a young woman on a chestnut sorrel. With his +first glimpse, Daylight felt there was something strangely familiar +about her. The next moment, straightening up in the saddle with a +movement he could not fail to identify, she put the horse into a +gallop, riding away with her back toward them. It was Dede Mason—he +remembered what Morrison had told him about her keeping a riding horse, +and he was glad she had not seen him in this riotous company. +Swiftwater Bill stood up, clinging with one hand to the back of the +front seat and waving the other to attract her attention. His lips were +pursed for the piercing whistle for which he was famous and which +Daylight knew of old, when Daylight, with a hook of his leg and a yank +on the shoulder, slammed the startled Bill down into his seat. +</P> + +<P> +"You m-m-must know the lady," Swiftwater Bill spluttered. +</P> + +<P> +"I sure do," Daylight answered, "so shut up." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I congratulate your good taste, Daylight. She's a peach, and +she rides like one, too." +</P> + +<P> +Intervening trees at that moment shut her from view, and Swiftwater +Bill plunged into the problem of disposing of their constable, while +Daylight, leaning back with closed eyes, was still seeing Dede Mason +gallop off down the country road. Swiftwater Bill was right. She +certainly could ride. And, sitting astride, her seat was perfect. +Good for Dede! That was an added point, her having the courage to ride +in the only natural and logical manner. Her head as screwed on right, +that was one thing sure. +</P> + +<P> +On Monday morning, coming in for dictation, he looked at her with new +interest, though he gave no sign of it; and the stereotyped business +passed off in the stereotyped way. But the following Sunday found him +on a horse himself, across the bay and riding through the Piedmont +hills. He made a long day of it, but no glimpse did he catch of Dede +Mason, though he even took the back-road of many gates and rode on into +Berkeley. Here, along the lines of multitudinous houses, up one street +and down another, he wondered which of them might be occupied by her. +Morrison had said long ago that she lived in Berkeley, and she had been +headed that way in the late afternoon of the previous Sunday—evidently +returning home. +</P> + +<P> +It had been a fruitless day, so far as she was concerned; and yet not +entirely fruitless, for he had enjoyed the open air and the horse under +him to such purpose that, on Monday, his instructions were out to the +dealers to look for the best chestnut sorrel that money could buy. At +odd times during the week he examined numbers of chestnut sorrels, +tried several, and was unsatisfied. It was not till Saturday that he +came upon Bob. Daylight knew him for what he wanted the moment he laid +eyes on him. A large horse for a riding animal, he was none too large +for a big man like Daylight. In splendid condition, Bob's coat in the +sunlight was a flame of fire, his arched neck a jeweled conflagration. +</P> + +<P> +"He's a sure winner," was Daylight's comment; but the dealer was not so +sanguine. He was selling the horse on commission, and its owner had +insisted on Bob's true character being given. The dealer gave it. +</P> + +<P> +"Not what you'd call a real vicious horse, but a dangerous one. Full of +vinegar and all-round cussedness, but without malice. Just as soon kill +you as not, but in a playful sort of way, you understand, without +meaning to at all. Personally, I wouldn't think of riding him. But +he's a stayer. Look at them lungs. And look at them legs. Not a +blemish. He's never been hurt or worked. Nobody ever succeeded in +taking it out of him. Mountain horse, too, trail-broke and all that, +being raised in rough country. Sure-footed as a goat, so long as he +don't get it into his head to cut up. Don't shy. Ain't really afraid, +but makes believe. Don't buck, but rears. Got to ride him with a +martingale. Has a bad trick of whirling around without cause It's his +idea of a joke on his rider. It's all just how he feels One day he'll +ride along peaceable and pleasant for twenty miles. Next day, before +you get started, he's well-nigh unmanageable. Knows automobiles so he +can lay down alongside of one and sleep or eat hay out of it. He'll +let nineteen go by without batting an eye, and mebbe the twentieth, +just because he's feeling frisky, he'll cut up over like a range +cayuse. Generally speaking, too lively for a gentleman, and too +unexpected. Present owner nicknamed him Judas Iscariot, and refuses to +sell without the buyer knowing all about him first. There, that's +about all I know, except look at that mane and tail. Ever see anything +like it? Hair as fine as a baby's." +</P> + +<P> +The dealer was right. Daylight examined the mane and found it finer +than any horse's hair he had ever seen. Also, its color was unusual in +that it was almost auburn. While he ran his fingers through it, Bob +turned his head and playfully nuzzled Daylight's shoulder. +</P> + +<P> +"Saddle him up, and I'll try him," he told the dealer. "I wonder if +he's used to spurs. No English saddle, mind. Give me a good Mexican +and a curb bit—not too severe, seeing as he likes to rear." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight superintended the preparations, adjusting the curb strap and +the stirrup length, and doing the cinching. He shook his head at the +martingale, but yielded to the dealer's advice and allowed it to go on. +And Bob, beyond spirited restlessness and a few playful attempts, gave +no trouble. Nor in the hour's ride that followed, save for some +permissible curveting and prancing, did he misbehave. Daylight was +delighted; the purchase was immediately made; and Bob, with riding gear +and personal equipment, was despatched across the bay forthwith to take +up his quarters in the stables of the Oakland Riding Academy. +</P> + +<P> +The next day being Sunday, Daylight was away early, crossing on the +ferry and taking with him Wolf, the leader of his sled team, the one +dog which he had selected to bring with him when he left Alaska. Quest +as he would through the Piedmont hills and along the many-gated +back-road to Berkeley, Daylight saw nothing of Dede Mason and her +chestnut sorrel. But he had little time for disappointment, for his +own chestnut sorrel kept him busy. Bob proved a handful of impishness +and contrariety, and he tried out his rider as much as his rider tried +him out. All of Daylight's horse knowledge and horse sense was called +into play, while Bob, in turn, worked every trick in his lexicon. +Discovering that his martingale had more slack in it than usual, he +proceeded to give an exhibition of rearing and hind-leg walking. After +ten hopeless minutes of it, Daylight slipped off and tightened the +martingale, whereupon Bob gave an exhibition of angelic goodness. +</P> + +<P> +He fooled Daylight completely. At the end of half an hour of goodness, +Daylight, lured into confidence, was riding along at a walk and rolling +a cigarette, with slack knees and relaxed seat, the reins lying on the +animal's neck. Bob whirled abruptly and with lightning swiftness, +pivoting on his hind legs, his fore legs just lifted clear of the +ground. Daylight found himself with his right foot out of the stirrup +and his arms around the animal's neck; and Bob took advantage of the +situation to bolt down the road. With a hope that he should not +encounter Dede Mason at that moment, Daylight regained his seat and +checked in the horse. +</P> + +<P> +Arrived back at the same spot, Bob whirled again. This time Daylight +kept his seat, but, beyond a futile rein across the neck, did nothing +to prevent the evolution. He noted that Bob whirled to the right, and +resolved to keep him straightened out by a spur on the left. But so +abrupt and swift was the whirl that warning and accomplishment were +practically simultaneous. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, Bob," he addressed the animal, at the same time wiping the sweat +from his own eyes, "I'm free to confess that you're sure the blamedest +all-fired quickest creature I ever saw. I guess the way to fix you is +to keep the spur just a-touching—ah! you brute!" +</P> + +<P> +For, the moment the spur touched him, his left hind leg had reached +forward in a kick that struck the stirrup a smart blow. Several times, +out of curiosity, Daylight attempted the spur, and each time Bob's hoof +landed the stirrup. Then Daylight, following the horse's example of +the unexpected, suddenly drove both spurs into him and reached him +underneath with the quirt. +</P> + +<P> +"You ain't never had a real licking before," he muttered as Bob, thus +rudely jerked out of the circle of his own impish mental processes, +shot ahead. +</P> + +<P> +Half a dozen times spurs and quirt bit into him, and then Daylight +settled down to enjoy the mad magnificent gallop. No longer punished, +at the end of a half mile Bob eased down into a fast canter. Wolf, +toiling in the rear, was catching up, and everything was going nicely. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll give you a few pointers on this whirling game, my boy," Daylight +was saying to him, when Bob whirled. +</P> + +<P> +He did it on a gallop, breaking the gallop off short by fore legs +stiffly planted. Daylight fetched up against his steed's neck with +clasped arms, and at the same instant, with fore feet clear of the +ground, Bob whirled around. Only an excellent rider could have escaped +being unhorsed, and as it was, Daylight was nastily near to it. By the +time he recovered his seat, Bob was in full career, bolting the way he +had come, and making Wolf side-jump to the bushes. +</P> + +<P> +"All right, darn you!" Daylight grunted, driving in spurs and quirt +again and again. "Back-track you want to go, and back-track you sure +will go till you're dead sick of it." +</P> + +<P> +When, after a time, Bob attempted to ease down the mad pace, spurs and +quirt went into him again with undiminished vim and put him to renewed +effort. And when, at last, Daylight decided that the horse had had +enough, he turned him around abruptly and put him into a gentle canter +on the forward track. After a time he reined him in to a stop to see +if he were breathing painfully. +</P> + +<P> +Standing for a minute, Bob turned his head and nuzzled his rider's +stirrup in a roguish, impatient way, as much as to intimate that it was +time they were going on. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I'll be plumb gosh darned!" was Daylight's comment. "No +ill-will, no grudge, no nothing-and after that lambasting! You're sure +a hummer, Bob." +</P> + +<P> +Once again Daylight was lulled into fancied security. For an hour Bob +was all that could be desired of a spirited mount, when, and as usual +without warning, he took to whirling and bolting. Daylight put a stop +to this with spurs and quirt, running him several punishing miles in +the direction of his bolt. But when he turned him around and started +forward, Bob proceeded to feign fright at trees, cows, bushes, Wolf, +his own shadow—in short, at every ridiculously conceivable object. At +such times, Wolf lay down in the shade and looked on, while Daylight +wrestled it out. +</P> + +<P> +So the day passed. Among other things, Bob developed a trick of making +believe to whirl and not whirling. This was as exasperating as the +real thing, for each time Daylight was fooled into tightening his leg +grip and into a general muscular tensing of all his body. And then, +after a few make-believe attempts, Bob actually did whirl and caught +Daylight napping again and landed him in the old position with clasped +arms around the neck. +</P> + +<P> +And to the end of the day, Bob continued to be up to one trick or +another; after passing a dozen automobiles on the way into Oakland, +suddenly electing to go mad with fright at a most ordinary little +runabout. And just before he arrived back at the stable he capped the +day with a combined whirling and rearing that broke the martingale and +enabled him to gain a perpendicular position on his hind legs. At this +juncture a rotten stirrup leather parted, and Daylight was all but +unhorsed. +</P> + +<P> +But he had taken a liking to the animal, and repented not of his +bargain. He realized that Bob was not vicious nor mean, the trouble +being that he was bursting with high spirits and was endowed with more +than the average horse's intelligence. It was the spirits and the +intelligence, combined with inordinate roguishness, that made him what +he was. What was required to control him was a strong hand, with +tempered sternness and yet with the requisite touch of brutal dominance. +</P> + +<P> +"It's you or me, Bob," Daylight told him more than once that day. +</P> + +<P> +And to the stableman, that night:— +</P> + +<P> +"My, but ain't he a looker! Ever see anything like him? Best piece of +horseflesh I ever straddled, and I've seen a few in my time." +</P> + +<P> +And to Bob, who had turned his head and was up to his playful +nuzzling:— +</P> + +<P> +"Good-by, you little bit of all right. See you again next Sunday A.M., +and just you bring along your whole basket of tricks, you old +son-of-a-gun." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0212"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XII +</H3> + +<P> +Throughout the week Daylight found himself almost as much interested in +Bob as in Dede; and, not being in the thick of any big deals, he was +probably more interested in both of them than in the business game. +Bob's trick of whirling was of especial moment to him. How to overcome +it,—that was the thing. Suppose he did meet with Dede out in the +hills; and suppose, by some lucky stroke of fate, he should manage to +be riding alongside of her; then that whirl of Bob's would be most +disconcerting and embarrassing. He was not particularly anxious for +her to see him thrown forward on Bob's neck. On the other hand, +suddenly to leave her and go dashing down the back-track, plying quirt +and spurs, wouldn't do, either. +</P> + +<P> +What was wanted was a method wherewith to prevent that lightning whirl. +He must stop the animal before it got around. The reins would not do +this. Neither would the spurs. Remained the quirt. +</P> + +<P> +But how to accomplish it? Absent-minded moments were many that week, +when, sitting in his office chair, in fancy he was astride the +wonderful chestnut sorrel and trying to prevent an anticipated whirl. +One such moment, toward the end of the week, occurred in the middle of +a conference with Hegan. Hegan, elaborating a new and dazzling legal +vision, became aware that Daylight was not listening. His eyes had +gone lack-lustre, and he, too, was seeing with inner vision. +</P> + +<P> +"Got it" he cried suddenly. "Hegan, congratulate me. It's as simple +as rolling off a log. All I've got to do is hit him on the nose, and +hit him hard." +</P> + +<P> +Then he explained to the startled Hegan, and became a good listener +again, though he could not refrain now and again from making audible +chuckles of satisfaction and delight. That was the scheme. Bob always +whirled to the right. Very well. He would double the quirt in his +hand and, the instant of the whirl, that doubled quirt would rap Bob on +the nose. The horse didn't live, after it had once learned the lesson, +that would whirl in the face of the doubled quirt. +</P> + +<P> +More keenly than ever, during that week in the office did Daylight +realize that he had no social, nor even human contacts with Dede. The +situation was such that he could not ask her the simple question +whether or not she was going riding next Sunday. It was a hardship of a +new sort, this being the employer of a pretty girl. He looked at her +often, when the routine work of the day was going on, the question he +could not ask her tickling at the founts of speech—Was she going +riding next Sunday? And as he looked, he wondered how old she was, and +what love passages she had had, must have had, with those college +whippersnappers with whom, according to Morrison, she herded and +danced. His mind was very full of her, those six days between the +Sundays, and one thing he came to know thoroughly well; he wanted her. +And so much did he want her that his old timidity of the apron-string +was put to rout. He, who had run away from women most of his life, had +now grown so courageous as to pursue. Some Sunday, sooner or later, he +would meet her outside the office, somewhere in the hills, and then, if +they did not get acquainted, it would be because she did not care to +get acquainted. +</P> + +<P> +Thus he found another card in the hand the mad god had dealt him. +</P> + +<P> +How important that card was to become he did not dream, yet he decided +that it was a pretty good card. In turn, he doubted. Maybe it was a +trick of Luck to bring calamity and disaster upon him. Suppose Dede +wouldn't have him, and suppose he went on loving her more and more, +harder and harder? All his old generalized terrors of love revived. +He remembered the disastrous love affairs of men and women he had known +in the past. There was Bertha Doolittle, old Doolittle's daughter, who +had been madly in love with Dartworthy, the rich Bonanza fraction +owner; and Dartworthy, in turn, not loving Bertha at all, but madly +loving Colonel Walthstone's wife and eloping down the Yukon with her; +and Colonel Walthstone himself, madly loving his own wife and lighting +out in pursuit of the fleeing couple. And what had been the outcome? +Certainly Bertha's love had been unfortunate and tragic, and so had the +love of the other three. Down below Minook, Colonel Walthstone and +Dartworthy had fought it out. Dartworthy had been killed. A bullet +through the Colonel's lungs had so weakened him that he died of +pneumonia the following spring. And the Colonel's wife had no one left +alive on earth to love. +</P> + +<P> +And then there was Freda, drowning herself in the running mush-ice +because of some man on the other side of the world, and hating him, +Daylight, because he had happened along and pulled her out of the +mush-ice and back to life. And the Virgin.... The old memories +frightened him. If this love-germ gripped him good and hard, and if +Dede wouldn't have him, it might be almost as bad as being gouged out +of all he had by Dowsett, Letton, and Guggenhammer. Had his nascent +desire for Dede been less, he might well have been frightened out of +all thought of her. As it was, he found consolation in the thought +that some love affairs did come out right. And for all he knew, maybe +Luck had stacked the cards for him to win. Some men were born lucky, +lived lucky all their days, and died lucky. Perhaps, too, he was such +a man, a born luck-pup who could not lose. +</P> + +<P> +Sunday came, and Bob, out in the Piedmont hills, behaved like an angel. +His goodness, at times, was of the spirited prancing order, but +otherwise he was a lamb. Daylight, with doubled quirt ready in his +right hand, ached for a whirl, just one whirl, which Bob, with an +excellence of conduct that was tantalizing, refused to perform. But no +Dede did Daylight encounter. He vainly circled about among the hill +roads and in the afternoon took the steep grade over the divide of the +second range and dropped into Maraga Valley. Just after passing the +foot of the descent, he heard the hoof beats of a cantering horse. It +was from ahead and coming toward him. What if it were Dede? He turned +Bob around and started to return at a walk. If it were Dede, he was +born to luck, he decided; for the meeting couldn't have occurred under +better circumstances. Here they were, both going in the same +direction, and the canter would bring her up to him just where the +stiff grade would compel a walk. There would be nothing else for her +to do than ride with him to the top of the divide; and, once there, the +equally stiff descent on the other side would compel more walking. +</P> + +<P> +The canter came nearer, but he faced straight ahead until he heard the +horse behind check to a walk. Then he glanced over his shoulder. It +was Dede. The recognition was quick, and, with her, accompanied by +surprise. What more natural thing than that, partly turning his horse, +he should wait till she caught up with him; and that, when abreast they +should continue abreast on up the grade? He could have sighed with +relief. The thing was accomplished, and so easily. Greetings had been +exchanged; here they were side by side and going in the same direction +with miles and miles ahead of them. +</P> + +<P> +He noted that her eye was first for the horse and next for him. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, what a beauty" she had cried at sight of Bob. From the shining +light in her eyes, and the face filled with delight, he would scarcely +have believed that it belonged to a young woman he had known in the +office, the young woman with the controlled, subdued office face. +</P> + +<P> +"I didn't know you rode," was one of her first remarks. "I imagined +you were wedded to get-there-quick machines." +</P> + +<P> +"I've just taken it up lately," was his answer. "Beginning to get +stout; you know, and had to take it off somehow." +</P> + +<P> +She gave a quick sidewise glance that embraced him from head to heel, +including seat and saddle, and said:— +</P> + +<P> +"But you've ridden before." +</P> + +<P> +She certainly had an eye for horses and things connected with horses +was his thought, as he replied:— +</P> + +<P> +"Not for many years. But I used to think I was a regular rip-snorter +when I was a youngster up in Eastern Oregon, sneaking away from camp to +ride with the cattle and break cayuses and that sort of thing." +</P> + +<P> +Thus, and to his great relief, were they launched on a topic of mutual +interest. He told her about Bob's tricks, and of the whirl and his +scheme to overcome it; and she agreed that horses had to be handled +with a certain rational severity, no matter how much one loved them. +There was her Mab, which she had for eight years and which she had had +break of stall-kicking. The process had been painful for Mab, but it +had cured her. +</P> + +<P> +"You've ridden a lot," Daylight said. +</P> + +<P> +"I really can't remember the first time I was on a horse," she told +him. "I was born on a ranch, you know, and they couldn't keep me away +from the horses. I must have been born with the love for them. I had +my first pony, all my own, when I was six. When I was eight I knew what +it was to be all day in the saddle along with Daddy. By the time I was +eleven he was taking me on my first deer hunts. I'd be lost without a +horse. I hate indoors, and without Mab here I suppose I'd have been +sick and dead long ago." +</P> + +<P> +"You like the country?" he queried, at the same moment catching his +first glimpse of a light in her eyes other than gray. "As much as I +detest the city," she answered. "But a woman can't earn a living in +the country. So I make the best of it—along with Mab." +</P> + +<P> +And thereat she told him more of her ranch life in the days before her +father died. And Daylight was hugely pleased with himself. They were +getting acquainted. The conversation had not lagged in the full half +hour they had been together. +</P> + +<P> +"We come pretty close from the same part of the country," he said. "I +was raised in Eastern Oregon, and that's none so far from Siskiyou." +</P> + +<P> +The next moment he could have bitten out his tongue for her quick +question was:— +</P> + +<P> +"How did you know I came from Siskiyou? I'm sure I never mentioned it." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know," he floundered temporarily. "I heard somewhere that you +were from thereabouts." +</P> + +<P> +Wolf, sliding up at that moment, sleek-footed and like a shadow, caused +her horse to shy and passed the awkwardness off, for they talked +Alaskan dogs until the conversation drifted back to horses. And horses +it was, all up the grade and down the other side. +</P> + +<P> +When she talked, he listened and followed her, and yet all the while he +was following his own thoughts and impressions as well. It was a nervy +thing for her to do, this riding astride, and he didn't know, after +all, whether he liked it or not. His ideas of women were prone to be +old-fashioned; they were the ones he had imbibed in the early-day, +frontier life of his youth, when no woman was seen on anything but a +side-saddle. He had grown up to the tacit fiction that women on +horseback were not bipeds. It came to him with a shock, this sight of +her so manlike in her saddle. But he had to confess that the sight +looked good to him just then. +</P> + +<P> +Two other immediate things about her struck him. First, there were the +golden spots in her eyes. Queer that he had never noticed them before. +Perhaps the light in the office had not been right, and perhaps they +came and went. No; they were glows of color—a sort of diffused, +golden light. Nor was it golden, either, but it was nearer that than +any color he knew. It certainly was not any shade of yellow. A +lover's thoughts are ever colored, and it is to be doubted if any one +else in the world would have called Dede's eyes golden. But Daylight's +mood verged on the tender and melting, and he preferred to think of +them as golden, and therefore they were golden. +</P> + +<P> +And then she was so natural. He had been prepared to find her a most +difficult young woman to get acquainted with. Yet here it was proving +so simple. There was nothing highfalutin about her company manners—it +was by this homely phrase that he differentiated this Dede on horseback +from the Dede with the office manners whom he had always known. And +yet, while he was delighted with the smoothness with which everything +was going, and with the fact that they had found plenty to talk about, +he was aware of an irk under it all. After all, this talk was empty +and idle. He was a man of action, and he wanted her, Dede Mason, the +woman; he wanted her to love him and to be loved by him; and he wanted +all this glorious consummation then and there. Used to forcing issues +used to gripping men and things and bending them to his will, he felt, +now, the same compulsive prod of mastery. He wanted to tell her that he +loved her and that there was nothing else for her to do but marry him. +And yet he did not obey the prod. Women were fluttery creatures, and +here mere mastery would prove a bungle. He remembered all his hunting +guile, the long patience of shooting meat in famine when a hit or a +miss meant life or death. Truly, though this girl did not yet mean +quite that, nevertheless she meant much to him—more, now, than ever, +as he rode beside her, glancing at her as often as he dared, she in her +corduroy riding-habit, so bravely manlike, yet so essentially and +revealingly woman, smiling, laughing, talking, her eyes sparkling, the +flush of a day of sun and summer breeze warm in her cheeks. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0213"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XIII +</H3> + +<P> +Another Sunday man and horse and dog roved the Piedmont hills. And +again Daylight and Dede rode together. But this time her surprise at +meeting him was tinctured with suspicion; or rather, her surprise was +of another order. The previous Sunday had been quite accidental, but +his appearing a second time among her favorite haunts hinted of more +than the fortuitous. Daylight was made to feel that she suspected him, +and he, remembering that he had seen a big rock quarry near Blair Park, +stated offhand that he was thinking of buying it. His one-time +investment in a brickyard had put the idea into his head—an idea that +he decided was a good one, for it enabled him to suggest that she ride +along with him to inspect the quarry. +</P> + +<P> +So several hours he spent in her company, in which she was much the +same girl as before, natural, unaffected, lighthearted, smiling and +laughing, a good fellow, talking horses with unflagging enthusiasm, +making friends with the crusty-tempered Wolf, and expressing the desire +to ride Bob, whom she declared she was more in love with than ever. At +this last Daylight demurred. Bob was full of dangerous tricks, and he +wouldn't trust any one on him except his worst enemy. +</P> + +<P> +"You think, because I'm a girl, that I don't know anything about +horses," she flashed back. "But I've been thrown off and bucked off +enough not to be over-confident. And I'm not a fool. I wouldn't get on +a bucking horse. I've learned better. And I'm not afraid of any other +kind. And you say yourself that Bob doesn't buck." +</P> + +<P> +"But you've never seen him cutting up didoes," Daylight said. +</P> + +<P> +"But you must remember I've seen a few others, and I've been on several +of them myself. I brought Mab here to electric cars, locomotives, and +automobiles. She was a raw range colt when she came to me. Broken to +saddle that was all. Besides, I won't hurt your horse." +</P> + +<P> +Against his better judgment, Daylight gave in, and, on an unfrequented +stretch of road, changed saddles and bridles. +</P> + +<P> +"Remember, he's greased lightning," he warned, as he helped her to +mount. +</P> + +<P> +She nodded, while Bob pricked up his ears to the knowledge that he had +a strange rider on his back. The fun came quickly enough—too quickly +for Dede, who found herself against Bob's neck as he pivoted around and +bolted the other way. Daylight followed on her horse and watched. He +saw her check the animal quickly to a standstill, and immediately, with +rein across neck and a decisive prod of the left spur, whirl him back +the way he had come and almost as swiftly. +</P> + +<P> +"Get ready to give him the quirt on the nose," Daylight called. +</P> + +<P> +But, too quickly for her, Bob whirled again, though this time, by a +severe effort, she saved herself from the undignified position against +his neck. His bolt was more determined, but she pulled him into a +prancing walk, and turned him roughly back with her spurred heel. +There was nothing feminine in the way she handled him; her method was +imperative and masculine. Had this not been so, Daylight would have +expected her to say she had had enough. But that little preliminary +exhibition had taught him something of Dede's quality. And if it had +not, a glance at her gray eyes, just perceptibly angry with herself, +and at her firm-set mouth, would have told him the same thing. +Daylight did not suggest anything, while he hung almost gleefully upon +her actions in anticipation of what the fractious Bob was going to get. +And Bob got it, on his next whirl, or attempt, rather, for he was no +more than halfway around when the quirt met him smack on his tender +nose. There and then, in his bewilderment, surprise, and pain, his +fore feet, just skimming above the road, dropped down. +</P> + +<P> +"Great!" Daylight applauded. "A couple more will fix him. He's too +smart not to know when he's beaten." +</P> + +<P> +Again Bob tried. But this time he was barely quarter around when the +doubled quirt on his nose compelled him to drop his fore feet to the +road. Then, with neither rein nor spur, but by the mere threat of the +quirt, she straightened him out. +</P> + +<P> +Dede looked triumphantly at Daylight. +</P> + +<P> +"Let me give him a run?" she asked. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight nodded, and she shot down the road. He watched her out of +sight around the bend, and watched till she came into sight returning. +She certainly could sit her horse, was his thought, and she was a sure +enough hummer. God, she was the wife for a man! Made most of them +look pretty slim. And to think of her hammering all week at a +typewriter. That was no place for her. She should be a man's wife, +taking it easy, with silks and satins and diamonds (his frontier notion +of what befitted a wife beloved), and dogs, and horses, and such +things—"And we'll see, Mr. Burning Daylight, what you and me can do +about it," he murmured to himself! and aloud to her:— +</P> + +<P> +"You'll do, Miss Mason; you'll do. There's nothing too good in +horseflesh you don't deserve, a woman who can ride like that. No; stay +with him, and we'll jog along to the quarry." He chuckled. "Say, he +actually gave just the least mite of a groan that last time you fetched +him. Did you hear it? And did you see the way he dropped his feet to +the road—just like he'd struck a stone wall. And he's got savvee +enough to know from now on that that same stone wall will be always +there ready for him to lam into." +</P> + +<P> +When he parted from her that afternoon, at the gate of the road that +led to Berkeley, he drew off to the edge of the intervening clump of +trees, where, unobserved, he watched her out of sight. Then, turning to +ride back into Oakland, a thought came to him that made him grin +ruefully as he muttered: "And now it's up to me to make good and buy +that blamed quarry. Nothing less than that can give me an excuse for +snooping around these hills." +</P> + +<P> +But the quarry was doomed to pass out of his plans for a time, for on +the following Sunday he rode alone. No Dede on a chestnut sorrel came +across the back-road from Berkeley that day, nor the day a week later. +Daylight was beside himself with impatience and apprehension, though in +the office he contained himself. He noted no change in her, and strove +to let none show in himself. The same old monotonous routine went on, +though now it was irritating and maddening. Daylight found a big +quarrel on his hands with a world that wouldn't let a man behave toward +his stenographer after the way of all men and women. What was the good +of owning millions anyway? he demanded one day of the desk-calendar, +as she passed out after receiving his dictation. +</P> + +<P> +As the third week drew to a close and another desolate Sunday +confronted him, Daylight resolved to speak, office or no office. And as +was his nature, he went simply and directly to the point She had +finished her work with him, and was gathering her note pad and pencils +together to depart, when he said:— +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, one thing more, Miss Mason, and I hope you won't mind my being +frank and straight out. You've struck me right along as a +sensible-minded girl, and I don't think you'll take offence at what I'm +going to say. You know how long you've been in the office—it's years, +now, several of them, anyway; and you know I've always been straight +and aboveboard with you. I've never what you call—presumed. Because +you were in my office I've tried to be more careful than if—if you +wasn't in my office—you understand. But just the same, it don't make +me any the less human. I'm a lonely sort of a fellow—don't take that +as a bid for kindness. What I mean by it is to try and tell you just +how much those two rides with you have meant. And now I hope you won't +mind my just asking why you haven't been out riding the last two +Sundays?" +</P> + +<P> +He came to a stop and waited, feeling very warm and awkward, the +perspiration starting in tiny beads on his forehead. She did not speak +immediately, and he stepped across the room and raised the window +higher. +</P> + +<P> +"I have been riding," she answered; "in other directions." +</P> + +<P> +"But why...?" He failed somehow to complete the question. "Go ahead +and be frank with me," he urged. "Just as frank as I am with you. Why +didn't you ride in the Piedmont hills? I hunted for you everywhere. +</P> + +<P> +"And that is just why." She smiled, and looked him straight in the +eyes for a moment, then dropped her own. "Surely, you understand, Mr. +Harnish." +</P> + +<P> +He shook his head glumly. +</P> + +<P> +"I do, and I don't. I ain't used to city ways by a long shot. There's +things one mustn't do, which I don't mind as long as I don't want to do +them." +</P> + +<P> +"But when you do?" she asked quickly. +</P> + +<P> +"Then I do them." His lips had drawn firmly with this affirmation of +will, but the next instant he was amending the statement "That is, I +mostly do. But what gets me is the things you mustn't do when they're +not wrong and they won't hurt anybody—this riding, for instance." +</P> + +<P> +She played nervously with a pencil for a time, as if debating her +reply, while he waited patiently. +</P> + +<P> +"This riding," she began; "it's not what they call the right thing. I +leave it to you. You know the world. You are Mr. Harnish, the +millionaire—" +</P> + +<P> +"Gambler," he broke in harshly +</P> + +<P> +She nodded acceptance of his term and went on. +</P> + +<P> +"And I'm a stenographer in your office—" +</P> + +<P> +"You're a thousand times better than me—" he attempted to interpolate, +but was in turn interrupted. +</P> + +<P> +"It isn't a question of such things. It's a simple and fairly common +situation that must be considered. I work for you. And it isn't what +you or I might think, but what other persons will think. And you don't +need to be told any more about that. You know yourself." +</P> + +<P> +Her cool, matter-of-fact speech belied her—or so Daylight thought, +looking at her perturbed feminineness, at the rounded lines of her +figure, the breast that deeply rose and fell, and at the color that was +now excited in her cheeks. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm sorry I frightened you out of your favorite stamping ground," he +said rather aimlessly. +</P> + +<P> +"You didn't frighten me," she retorted, with a touch of fire. "I'm not +a silly seminary girl. I've taken care of myself for a long time now, +and I've done it without being frightened. We were together two +Sundays, and I'm sure I wasn't frightened of Bob, or you. It isn't +that. I have no fears of taking care of myself, but the world insists +on taking care of one as well. That's the trouble. It's what the world +would have to say about me and my employer meeting regularly and riding +in the hills on Sundays. It's funny, but it's so. I could ride with +one of the clerks without remark, but with you—no." +</P> + +<P> +"But the world don't know and don't need to know," he cried. +</P> + +<P> +"Which makes it worse, in a way, feeling guilty of nothing and yet +sneaking around back-roads with all the feeling of doing something +wrong. It would be finer and braver for me publicly..." +</P> + +<P> +"To go to lunch with me on a week-day," Daylight said, divining the +drift of her uncompleted argument. +</P> + +<P> +She nodded. +</P> + +<P> +"I didn't have that quite in mind, but it will do. I'd prefer doing +the brazen thing and having everybody know it, to doing the furtive +thing and being found out. Not that I'm asking to be invited to +lunch," she added, with a smile; "but I'm sure you understand my +position." +</P> + +<P> +"Then why not ride open and aboveboard with me in the hills?" he urged. +</P> + +<P> +She shook her head with what he imagined was just the faintest hint of +regret, and he went suddenly and almost maddeningly hungry for her. +</P> + +<P> +"Look here, Miss Mason, I know you don't like this talking over of +things in the office. Neither do I. It's part of the whole thing, I +guess; a man ain't supposed to talk anything but business with his +stenographer. Will you ride with me next Sunday, and we can talk it +over thoroughly then and reach some sort of a conclusion. Out in the +hills is the place where you can talk something besides business. I +guess you've seen enough of me to know I'm pretty square. I—I do +honor and respect you, and ... and all that, and I..." He was +beginning to flounder, and the hand that rested on the desk blotter was +visibly trembling. He strove to pull himself together. "I just want to +harder than anything ever in my life before. I—I—I can't explain +myself, but I do, that's all. Will you?—Just next Sunday? To-morrow?" +</P> + +<P> +Nor did he dream that her low acquiescence was due, as much as anything +else, to the beads of sweat on his forehead, his trembling hand, and +his all too-evident general distress. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0214"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XIV +</H3> + +<P> +"Of course, there's no way of telling what anybody wants from what they +say." Daylight rubbed Bob's rebellious ear with his quirt and +pondered with dissatisfaction the words he had just uttered. They did +not say what he had meant them to say. "What I'm driving at is that +you say flatfooted that you won't meet me again, and you give your +reasons, but how am I to know they are your real reasons? Mebbe you +just don't want to get acquainted with me, and won't say so for fear of +hurting my feelings. Don't you see? I'm the last man in the world to +shove in where I'm not wanted. And if I thought you didn't care a +whoop to see anything more of me, why, I'd clear out so blamed quick +you couldn't see me for smoke." +</P> + +<P> +Dede smiled at him in acknowledgment of his words, but rode on +silently. And that smile, he thought, was the most sweetly wonderful +smile he had ever seen. There was a difference in it, he assured +himself, from any smile she had ever given him before. +</P> + +<P> +It was the smile of one who knew him just a little bit, of one who was +just the least mite acquainted with him. Of course, he checked himself +up the next moment, it was unconscious on her part. It was sure to +come in the intercourse of any two persons. +</P> + +<P> +Any stranger, a business man, a clerk, anybody after a few casual +meetings would show similar signs of friendliness. It was bound to +happen, but in her case it made more impression on him; and, besides, +it was such a sweet and wonderful smile. Other women he had known had +never smiled like that; he was sure of it. +</P> + +<P> +It had been a happy day. Daylight had met her on the back-road from +Berkeley, and they had had hours together. It was only now, with the +day drawing to a close and with them approaching the gate of the road +to Berkeley, that he had broached the important subject. +</P> + +<P> +She began her answer to his last contention, and he listened gratefully. +</P> + +<P> +"But suppose, just suppose, that the reasons I have given are the only +ones?—that there is no question of my not wanting to know you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Then I'd go on urging like Sam Scratch," he said quickly. "Because, +you see, I've always noticed that folks that incline to anything are +much more open to hearing the case stated. But if you did have that +other reason up your sleeve, if you didn't want to know me, if—if, +well, if you thought my feelings oughtn't to be hurt just because you +had a good job with me..." Here, his calm consideration of a +possibility was swamped by the fear that it was an actuality, and he +lost the thread of his reasoning. "Well, anyway, all you have to do is +to say the word and I'll clear out. +</P> + +<P> +"And with no hard feelings; it would be just a case of bad luck for me. +So be honest, Miss Mason, please, and tell me if that's the reason—I +almost got a hunch that it is." +</P> + +<P> +She glanced up at him, her eyes abruptly and slightly moist, half with +hurt, half with anger. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, but that isn't fair," she cried. "You give me the choice of lying +to you and hurting you in order to protect myself by getting rid of +you, or of throwing away my protection by telling you the truth, for +then you, as you said yourself, would stay and urge." +</P> + +<P> +Her cheeks were flushed, her lips tremulous, but she continued to look +him frankly in the eyes. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight smiled grimly with satisfaction. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm real glad, Miss Mason, real glad for those words." +</P> + +<P> +"But they won't serve you," she went on hastily. "They can't serve +you. I refuse to let them. This is our last ride, and... here is the +gate." +</P> + +<P> +Ranging her mare alongside, she bent, slid the catch, and followed the +opening gate. +</P> + +<P> +"No; please, no," she said, as Daylight started to follow. +</P> + +<P> +Humbly acquiescent, he pulled Bob back, and the gate swung shut between +them. But there was more to say, and she did not ride on. +</P> + +<P> +"Listen, Miss Mason," he said, in a low voice that shook with +sincerity; "I want to assure you of one thing. I'm not just trying to +fool around with you. I like you, I want you, and I was never more in +earnest in my life. There's nothing wrong in my intentions or anything +like that. What I mean is strictly honorable—" +</P> + +<P> +But the expression of her face made him stop. She was angry, and she +was laughing at the same time. +</P> + +<P> +"The last thing you should have said," she cried. "It's like a—a +matrimonial bureau: intentions strictly honorable; object, matrimony. +But it's no more than I deserved. This is what I suppose you call +urging like Sam Scratch." +</P> + +<P> +The tan had bleached out of Daylight's skin since the time he came to +live under city roofs, so that the flush of blood showed readily as it +crept up his neck past the collar and overspread his face. Nor in his +exceeding discomfort did he dream that she was looking upon him at that +moment with more kindness than at any time that day. It was not in her +experience to behold big grown-up men who blushed like boys, and +already she repented the sharpness into which she had been surprised. +</P> + +<P> +"Now, look here, Miss Mason," he began, slowly and stumblingly at +first, but accelerating into a rapidity of utterance that was almost +incoherent; "I'm a rough sort of a man, I know that, and I know I don't +know much of anything. I've never had any training in nice things. +I've never made love before, and I've never been in love before +either—and I don't know how to go about it any more than a thundering +idiot. What you want to do is get behind my tomfool words and get a +feel of the man that's behind them. That's me, and I mean all right, if +I don't know how to go about it." +</P> + +<P> +Dede Mason had quick, birdlike ways, almost flitting from mood to mood; +and she was all contrition on the instant. +</P> + +<P> +"Forgive me for laughing," she said across the gate. "It wasn't really +laughter. I was surprised off my guard, and hurt, too. You see, Mr. +Harnish, I've not been..." +</P> + +<P> +She paused, in sudden fear of completing the thought into which her +birdlike precipitancy had betrayed her. +</P> + +<P> +"What you mean is that you've not been used to such sort of proposing," +Daylight said; "a sort of on-the-run, 'Howdy, +glad-to-make-your-acquaintance, won't-you-be-mine' proposition." +</P> + +<P> +She nodded and broke into laughter, in which he joined, and which +served to pass the awkwardness away. He gathered heart at this, and +went on in greater confidence, with cooler head and tongue. +</P> + +<P> +"There, you see, you prove my case. You've had experience in such +matters. I don't doubt you've had slathers of proposals. Well, I +haven't, and I'm like a fish out of water. Besides, this ain't a +proposal. It's a peculiar situation, that's all, and I'm in a corner. +I've got enough plain horse-sense to know a man ain't supposed to argue +marriage with a girl as a reason for getting acquainted with her. And +right there was where I was in the hole. Number one, I can't get +acquainted with you in the office. Number two, you say you won't see +me out of the office to give me a chance. Number three, your reason is +that folks will talk because you work for me. Number four, I just got +to get acquainted with you, and I just got to get you to see that I +mean fair and all right. Number five, there you are on one side the +gate getting ready to go, and me here on the other side the gate pretty +desperate and bound to say something to make you reconsider. Number +six, I said it. And now and finally, I just do want you to reconsider." +</P> + +<P> +And, listening to him, pleasuring in the sight of his earnest, +perturbed face and in the simple, homely phrases that but emphasized +his earnestness and marked the difference between him and the average +run of men she had known, she forgot to listen and lost herself in her +own thoughts. The love of a strong man is ever a lure to a normal +woman, and never more strongly did Dede feel the lure than now, looking +across the closed gate at Burning Daylight. Not that she would ever +dream of marrying him—she had a score of reasons against it; but why +not at least see more of him? He was certainly not repulsive to her. +On the contrary, she liked him, had always liked him from the day she +had first seen him and looked upon his lean Indian face and into his +flashing Indian eyes. He was a figure of a man in more ways than his +mere magnificent muscles. Besides, Romance had gilded him, this +doughty, rough-hewn adventurer of the North, this man of many deeds and +many millions, who had come down out of the Arctic to wrestle and fight +so masterfully with the men of the South. +</P> + +<P> +Savage as a Red Indian, gambler and profligate, a man without morals, +whose vengeance was never glutted and who stamped on the faces of all +who opposed him—oh, yes, she knew all the hard names he had been +called. Yet she was not afraid of him. There was more than that in +the connotation of his name. Burning Daylight called up other things +as well. They were there in the newspapers, the magazines, and the +books on the Klondike. When all was said, Burning Daylight had a +mighty connotation—one to touch any woman's imagination, as it touched +hers, the gate between them, listening to the wistful and impassioned +simplicity of his speech. Dede was after all a woman, with a woman's +sex-vanity, and it was this vanity that was pleased by the fact that +such a man turned in his need to her. +</P> + +<P> +And there was more that passed through her mind—sensations of +tiredness and loneliness; trampling squadrons and shadowy armies of +vague feelings and vaguer prompting; and deeper and dimmer whisperings +and echoings, the flutterings of forgotten generations crystallized +into being and fluttering anew and always, undreamed and unguessed, +subtle and potent, the spirit and essence of life that under a thousand +deceits and masks forever makes for life. It was a strong temptation, +just to ride with this man in the hills. It would be that only and +nothing more, for she was firmly convinced that his way of life could +never be her way. On the other hand, she was vexed by none of the +ordinary feminine fears and timidities. That she could take care of +herself under any and all circumstances she never doubted. Then why +not? It was such a little thing, after all. +</P> + +<P> +She led an ordinary, humdrum life at best. She ate and slept and +worked, and that was about all. As if in review, her anchorite +existence passed before her: six days of the week spent in the office +and in journeying back and forth on the ferry; the hours stolen before +bedtime for snatches of song at the piano, for doing her own special +laundering, for sewing and mending and casting up of meagre accounts; +the two evenings a week of social diversion she permitted herself; the +other stolen hours and Saturday afternoons spent with her brother at +the hospital; and the seventh day, Sunday, her day of solace, on Mab's +back, out among the blessed hills. But it was lonely, this solitary +riding. Nobody of her acquaintance rode. Several girls at the +University had been persuaded into trying it, but after a Sunday or two +on hired livery hacks they had lost interest. There was Madeline, who +bought her own horse and rode enthusiastically for several months, only +to get married and go away to live in Southern California. After years +of it, one did get tired of this eternal riding alone. +</P> + +<P> +He was such a boy, this big giant of a millionaire who had half the +rich men of San Francisco afraid of him. Such a boy! She had never +imagined this side of his nature. +</P> + +<P> +"How do folks get married?" he was saying. "Why, number one, they +meet; number two, like each other's looks; number three, get +acquainted; and number four, get married or not, according to how they +like each other after getting acquainted. But how in thunder we're to +have a chance to find out whether we like each other enough is beyond +my savvee, unless we make that chance ourselves. I'd come to see you, +call on you, only I know you're just rooming or boarding, and that +won't do." +</P> + +<P> +Suddenly, with a change of mood, the situation appeared to Dede +ridiculously absurd. She felt a desire to laugh—not angrily, not +hysterically, but just jolly. It was so funny. Herself, the +stenographer, he, the notorious and powerful gambling millionaire, and +the gate between them across which poured his argument of people +getting acquainted and married. Also, it was an impossible situation. +On the face of it, she could not go on with it. This program of +furtive meetings in the hills would have to discontinue. There would +never be another meeting. And if, denied this, he tried to woo her in +the office, she would be compelled to lose a very good position, and +that would be an end of the episode. It was not nice to contemplate; +but the world of men, especially in the cities, she had not found +particularly nice. She had not worked for her living for years without +losing a great many of her illusions. +</P> + +<P> +"We won't do any sneaking or hiding around about it," Daylight was +explaining. "We'll ride around as bold if you please, and if anybody +sees us, why, let them. If they talk—well, so long as our consciences +are straight we needn't worry. Say the word, and Bob will have on his +back the happiest man alive." +</P> + +<P> +She shook her head, pulled in the mare, who was impatient to be off for +home, and glanced significantly at the lengthening shadows. +</P> + +<P> +"It's getting late now, anyway," Daylight hurried on, "and we've +settled nothing after all. Just one more Sunday, anyway—that's not +asking much—to settle it in." +</P> + +<P> +"We've had all day," she said. +</P> + +<P> +"But we started to talk it over too late. We'll tackle it earlier next +time. This is a big serious proposition with me, I can tell you. Say +next Sunday?" +</P> + +<P> +"Are men ever fair?" she asked. "You know thoroughly well that by +'next Sunday' you mean many Sundays." +</P> + +<P> +"Then let it be many Sundays," he cried recklessly, while she thought +that she had never seen him looking handsomer. "Say the word. Only +say the word. Next Sunday at the quarry..." +</P> + +<P> +She gathered the reins into her hand preliminary to starting. +</P> + +<P> +"Good night," she said, "and—" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," he whispered, with just the faintest touch of impressiveness. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," she said, her voice low but distinct. +</P> + +<P> +At the same moment she put the mare into a canter and went down the +road without a backward glance, intent on an analysis of her own +feelings. With her mind made up to say no—and to the last instant she +had been so resolved—her lips nevertheless had said yes. Or at least +it seemed the lips. She had not intended to consent. Then why had +she? Her first surprise and bewilderment at so wholly unpremeditated +an act gave way to consternation as she considered its consequences. +She knew that Burning Daylight was not a man to be trifled with, that +under his simplicity and boyishness he was essentially a dominant male +creature, and that she had pledged herself to a future of inevitable +stress and storm. And again she demanded of herself why she had said +yes at the very moment when it had been farthest from her intention. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0215"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XV +</H3> + +<P> +Life at the office went on much the way it had always gone. Never, by +word or look, did they acknowledge that the situation was in any wise +different from what it had always been. Each Sunday saw the +arrangement made for the following Sunday's ride; nor was this ever +referred to in the office. Daylight was fastidiously chivalrous on +this point. He did not want to lose her from the office. The sight of +her at her work was to him an undiminishing joy. Nor did he abuse this +by lingering over dictation or by devising extra work that would detain +her longer before his eyes. But over and beyond such sheer selfishness +of conduct was his love of fair play. He scorned to utilize the +accidental advantages of the situation. Somewhere within him was a +higher appeasement of love than mere possession. He wanted to be loved +for himself, with a fair field for both sides. +</P> + +<P> +On the other hand, had he been the most artful of schemers he could not +have pursued a wiser policy. Bird-like in her love of individual +freedom, the last woman in the world to be bullied in her affections, +she keenly appreciated the niceness of his attitude. She did this +consciously, but deeper than all consciousness, and intangible as +gossamer, were the effects of this. All unrealizable, save for some +supreme moment, did the web of Daylight's personality creep out and +around her. Filament by filament, these secret and undreamable bonds +were being established. They it was that could have given the cue to +her saying yes when she had meant to say no. And in some such fashion, +in some future crisis of greater moment, might she not, in violation of +all dictates of sober judgment, give another unintentional consent? +</P> + +<P> +Among other good things resulting from his growing intimacy with Dede, +was Daylight's not caring to drink so much as formerly. There was a +lessening in desire for alcohol of which even he at last became aware. +In a way she herself was the needed inhibition. The thought of her was +like a cocktail. Or, at any rate, she substituted for a certain +percentage of cocktails. From the strain of his unnatural city +existence and of his intense gambling operations, he had drifted on to +the cocktail route. A wall must forever be built to give him easement +from the high pitch, and Dede became a part of this wall. Her +personality, her laughter, the intonations of her voice, the impossible +golden glow of her eyes, the light on her hair, her form, her dress, +her actions on horseback, her merest physical mannerisms—all, pictured +over and over in his mind and dwelt upon, served to take the place of +many a cocktail or long Scotch and soda. +</P> + +<P> +In spite of their high resolve, there was a very measurable degree of +the furtive in their meetings. In essence, these meetings were stolen. +They did not ride out brazenly together in the face of the world. On +the contrary, they met always unobserved, she riding across the +many-gated backroad from Berkeley to meet him halfway. Nor did they +ride on any save unfrequented roads, preferring to cross the second +range of hills and travel among a church-going farmer folk who would +scarcely have recognized even Daylight from his newspaper photographs. +</P> + +<P> +He found Dede a good horsewoman—good not merely in riding but in +endurance. There were days when they covered sixty, seventy, and even +eighty miles; nor did Dede ever claim any day too long, nor—another +strong recommendation to Daylight—did the hardest day ever the +slightest chafe of the chestnut sorrel's back. "A sure enough hummer," +was Daylight's stereotyped but ever enthusiastic verdict to himself. +</P> + +<P> +They learned much of each other on these long, uninterrupted rides. +They had nothing much to talk about but themselves, and, while she +received a liberal education concerning Arctic travel and gold-mining, +he, in turn, touch by touch, painted an ever clearer portrait of her. +She amplified the ranch life of her girlhood, prattling on about horses +and dogs and persons and things until it was as if he saw the whole +process of her growth and her becoming. All this he was able to trace +on through the period of her father's failure and death, when she had +been compelled to leave the university and go into office work. The +brother, too, she spoke of, and of her long struggle to have him cured +and of her now fading hopes. Daylight decided that it was easier to +come to an understanding of her than he had anticipated, though he was +always aware that behind and under all he knew of her was the +mysterious and baffling woman and sex. There, he was humble enough to +confess to himself, was a chartless, shoreless sea, about which he knew +nothing and which he must nevertheless somehow navigate. +</P> + +<P> +His lifelong fear of woman had originated out of non-understanding and +had also prevented him from reaching any understanding. Dede on +horseback, Dede gathering poppies on a summer hillside, Dede taking +down dictation in her swift shorthand strokes—all this was +comprehensible to him. But he did not know the Dede who so quickly +changed from mood to mood, the Dede who refused steadfastly to ride +with him and then suddenly consented, the Dede in whose eyes the golden +glow forever waxed and waned and whispered hints and messages that were +not for his ears. In all such things he saw the glimmering +profundities of sex, acknowledged their lure, and accepted them as +incomprehensible. +</P> + +<P> +There was another side of her, too, of which he was consciously +ignorant. She knew the books, was possessed of that mysterious and +awful thing called "culture." And yet, what continually surprised him +was that this culture was never obtruded on their intercourse. She did +not talk books, nor art, nor similar folderols. Homely minded as he +was himself, he found her almost equally homely minded. She liked the +simple and the out-of-doors, the horses and the hills, the sunlight and +the flowers. He found himself in a partly new flora, to which she was +the guide, pointing out to him all the varieties of the oaks, making +him acquainted with the madrono and the manzanita, teaching him the +names, habits, and habitats of unending series of wild flowers, shrubs, +and ferns. Her keen woods eye was another delight to him. It had been +trained in the open, and little escaped it. One day, as a test, they +strove to see which could discover the greater number of birds' nests. +And he, who had always prided himself on his own acutely trained +observation, found himself hard put to keep his score ahead. At the +end of the day he was but three nests in the lead, one of which she +challenged stoutly and of which even he confessed serious doubt. He +complimented her and told her that her success must be due to the fact +that she was a bird herself, with all a bird's keen vision and +quick-flashing ways. +</P> + +<P> +The more he knew her the more he became convinced of this birdlike +quality in her. That was why she liked to ride, he argued. It was the +nearest approach to flying. A field of poppies, a glen of ferns, a row +of poplars on a country lane, the tawny brown of a hillside, the shaft +of sunlight on a distant peak—all such were provocative of quick joys +which seemed to him like so many outbursts of song. Her joys were in +little things, and she seemed always singing. Even in sterner things +it was the same. When she rode Bob and fought with that magnificent +brute for mastery, the qualities of an eagle were uppermost in her. +</P> + +<P> +These quick little joys of hers were sources of joy to him. He joyed +in her joy, his eyes as excitedly fixed on her as hers were fixed on +the object of her attention. Also through her he came to a closer +discernment and keener appreciation of nature. She showed him colors in +the landscape that he would never have dreamed were there. He had +known only the primary colors. All colors of red were red. Black was +black, and brown was just plain brown until it became yellow, when it +was no longer brown. Purple he had always imagined was red, something +like blood, until she taught him better. Once they rode out on a high +hill brow where wind-blown poppies blazed about their horses' knees, +and she was in an ecstasy over the lines of the many distances. Seven, +she counted, and he, who had gazed on landscapes all his life, for the +first time learned what a "distance" was. After that, and always, he +looked upon the face of nature with a more seeing eye, learning a +delight of his own in surveying the serried ranks of the upstanding +ranges, and in slow contemplation of the purple summer mists that +haunted the languid creases of the distant hills. +</P> + +<P> +But through it all ran the golden thread of love. At first he had been +content just to ride with Dede and to be on comradely terms with her; +but the desire and the need for her increased. The more he knew of her, +the higher was his appraisal. Had she been reserved and haughty with +him, or been merely a giggling, simpering creature of a woman, it would +have been different. Instead, she amazed him with her simplicity and +wholesomeness, with her great store of comradeliness. This latter was +the unexpected. He had never looked upon woman in that way. Woman, +the toy; woman, the harpy; woman, the necessary wife and mother of the +race's offspring,—all this had been his expectation and understanding +of woman. But woman, the comrade and playfellow and joyfellow—this +was what Dede had surprised him in. And the more she became worth +while, the more ardently his love burned, unconsciously shading his +voice with caresses, and with equal unconsciousness flaring up signal +fires in his eyes. Nor was she blind to it yet, like many women before +her, she thought to play with the pretty fire and escape the consequent +conflagration. +</P> + +<P> +"Winter will soon be coming on," she said regretfully, and with +provocation, one day, "and then there won't be any more riding." +</P> + +<P> +"But I must see you in the winter just the same," he cried hastily. +</P> + +<P> +She shook her head. +</P> + +<P> +"We have been very happy and all that," she said, looking at him with +steady frankness. "I remember your foolish argument for getting +acquainted, too; but it won't lead to anything; it can't. I know myself +too well to be mistaken." +</P> + +<P> +Her face was serious, even solicitous with desire not to hurt, and her +eyes were unwavering, but in them was the light, golden and +glowing—the abyss of sex into which he was now unafraid to gaze. +</P> + +<P> +"I've been pretty good," he declared. "I leave it to you if I haven't. +It's been pretty hard, too, I can tell you. You just think it over. +Not once have I said a word about love to you, and me loving you all +the time. That's going some for a man that's used to having his own +way. I'm somewhat of a rusher when it comes to travelling. I reckon +I'd rush God Almighty if it came to a race over the ice. And yet I +didn't rush you. I guess this fact is an indication of how much I do +love you. Of course I want you to marry me. Have I said a word about +it, though? Nary a chirp, nary a flutter. I've been quiet and good, +though it's almost made me sick at times, this keeping quiet. I +haven't asked you to marry me. I'm not asking you now. Oh, not but +what you satisfy me. I sure know you're the wife for me. But how +about myself? Do you know me well enough know your own mind?" He +shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, and I ain't going to take +chances on it now. You've got to know for sure whether you think you +could get along with me or not, and I'm playing a slow conservative +game. I ain't a-going to lose for overlooking my hand." +</P> + +<P> +This was love-making of a sort beyond Dede's experience. Nor had she +ever heard of anything like it. Furthermore, its lack of ardor carried +with it a shock which she could overcome only by remembering the way +his hand had trembled in the past, and by remembering the passion she +had seen that very day and every day in his eyes, or heard in his +voice. Then, too, she recollected what he had said to her weeks +before: "Maybe you don't know what patience is," he had said, and +thereat told her of shooting squirrels with a big rifle the time he and +Elijah Davis had starved on the Stewart River. +</P> + +<P> +"So you see," he urged, "just for a square deal we've got to see some +more of each other this winter. Most likely your mind ain't made up +yet—" +</P> + +<P> +"But it is," she interrupted. "I wouldn't dare permit myself to care +for you. Happiness, for me, would not lie that way. I like you, Mr. +Harnish, and all that, but it can never be more than that." +</P> + +<P> +"It's because you don't like my way of living," he charged, thinking in +his own mind of the sensational joyrides and general profligacy with +which the newspapers had credited him—thinking this, and wondering +whether or not, in maiden modesty, she would disclaim knowledge of it. +</P> + +<P> +To his surprise, her answer was flat and uncompromising. +</P> + +<P> +"No; I don't." +</P> + +<P> +"I know I've been brash on some of those rides that got into the +papers," he began his defense, "and that I've been travelling with a +lively crowd." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't mean that," she said, "though I know about it too, and can't +say that I like it. But it is your life in general, your business. +There are women in the world who could marry a man like you and be +happy, but I couldn't. And the more I cared for such a man, the more +unhappy I should be. You see, my unhappiness, in turn, would tend to +make him unhappy. I should make a mistake, and he would make an equal +mistake, though his would not be so hard on him because he would still +have his business." +</P> + +<P> +"Business!" Daylight gasped. "What's wrong with my business? I play +fair and square. There's nothing under hand about it, which can't be +said of most businesses, whether of the big corporations or of the +cheating, lying, little corner-grocerymen. I play the straight rules +of the game, and I don't have to lie or cheat or break my word." +</P> + +<P> +Dede hailed with relief the change in the conversation and at the same +time the opportunity to speak her mind. +</P> + +<P> +"In ancient Greece," she began pedantically, "a man was judged a good +citizen who built houses, planted trees—" She did not complete the +quotation, but drew the conclusion hurriedly. "How many houses have +you built? How many trees have you planted?" +</P> + +<P> +He shook his head noncommittally, for he had not grasped the drift of +the argument. +</P> + +<P> +"Well," she went on, "two winters ago you cornered coal—" +</P> + +<P> +"Just locally," he grinned reminiscently, "just locally. And I took +advantage of the car shortage and the strike in British Columbia." +</P> + +<P> +"But you didn't dig any of that coal yourself. Yet you forced it up +four dollars a ton and made a lot of money. That was your business. +You made the poor people pay more for their coal. You played fair, as +you said, but you put your hands down into all their pockets and took +their money away from them. I know. I burn a grate fire in my +sitting-room at Berkeley. And instead of eleven dollars a ton for Rock +Wells, I paid fifteen dollars that winter. You robbed me of four +dollars. I could stand it. But there were thousands of the very poor +who could not stand it. You might call it legal gambling, but to me it +was downright robbery." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight was not abashed. This was no revelation to him. He +remembered the old woman who made wine in the Sonoma hills and the +millions like her who were made to be robbed. +</P> + +<P> +"Now look here, Miss Mason, you've got me there slightly, I grant. But +you've seen me in business a long time now, and you know I don't make a +practice of raiding the poor people. I go after the big fellows. +They're my meat. They rob the poor, and I rob them. That coal deal +was an accident. I wasn't after the poor people in that, but after the +big fellows, and I got them, too. The poor people happened to get in +the way and got hurt, that was all. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't you see," he went on, "the whole game is a gamble. Everybody +gambles in one way or another. The farmer gambles against the weather +and the market on his crops. So does the United States Steel +Corporation. The business of lots of men is straight robbery of the +poor people. But I've never made that my business. You know that. +I've always gone after the robbers." +</P> + +<P> +"I missed my point," she admitted. "Wait a minute." +</P> + +<P> +And for a space they rode in silence. +</P> + +<P> +"I see it more clearly than I can state it, but it's something like +this. There is legitimate work, and there's work that—well, that +isn't legitimate. The farmer works the soil and produces grain. He's +making something that is good for humanity. He actually, in a way, +creates something, the grain that will fill the mouths of the hungry." +</P> + +<P> +"And then the railroads and market-riggers and the rest proceed to rob +him of that same grain,"—Daylight broke in Dede smiled and held up her +hand. +</P> + +<P> +"Wait a minute. You'll make me lose my point. It doesn't hurt if they +rob him of all of it so that he starves to death. The point is that +the wheat he grew is still in the world. It exists. Don't you see? +The farmer created something, say ten tons of wheat, and those ten tons +exist. The railroads haul the wheat to market, to the mouths that will +eat it. This also is legitimate. It's like some one bringing you a +glass of water, or taking a cinder out of your eye. Something has been +done, in a way been created, just like the wheat." +</P> + +<P> +"But the railroads rob like Sam Scratch," Daylight objected. +</P> + +<P> +"Then the work they do is partly legitimate and partly not. Now we +come to you. You don't create anything. Nothing new exists when +you're done with your business. Just like the coal. You didn't dig +it. You didn't haul it to market. You didn't deliver it. Don't you +see? that's what I meant by planting the trees and building the +houses. You haven't planted one tree nor built a single house." +</P> + +<P> +"I never guessed there was a woman in the world who could talk business +like that," he murmured admiringly. "And you've got me on that point. +But there's a lot to be said on my side just the same. Now you listen +to me. I'm going to talk under three heads. Number one: We live a +short time, the best of us, and we're a long time dead. Life is a big +gambling game. Some are born lucky and some are born unlucky. +Everybody sits in at the table, and everybody tries to rob everybody +else. Most of them get robbed. They're born suckers. +</P> + +<P> +"Fellow like me comes along and sizes up the proposition. I've got two +choices. I can herd with the suckers, or I can herd with the robbers. +As a sucker, I win nothing. Even the crusts of bread are snatched out +of my mouth by the robbers. I work hard all my days, and die working. +And I ain't never had a flutter. I've had nothing but work, work, +work. They talk about the dignity of labor. I tell you there ain't no +dignity in that sort of labor. My other choice is to herd with the +robbers, and I herd with them. I play that choice wide open to win. I +get the automobiles, and the porterhouse steaks, and the soft beds. +</P> + +<P> +"Number two: There ain't much difference between playing halfway robber +like the railroad hauling that farmer's wheat to market, and playing +all robber and robbing the robbers like I do. And, besides, halfway +robbery is too slow a game for me to sit in. You don't win quick enough +for me." +</P> + +<P> +"But what do you want to win for?" Dede demanded. "You have millions +and millions, already. You can't ride in more than one automobile at a +time, sleep in more than one bed at a time." +</P> + +<P> +"Number three answers that," he said, "and here it is: Men and things +are so made that they have different likes. A rabbit likes a +vegetarian diet. A lynx likes meat. Ducks swim; chickens are scairt +of water. One man collects postage stamps, another man collects +butterflies. This man goes in for paintings, that man goes in for +yachts, and some other fellow for hunting big game. One man thinks +horse-racing is It, with a big I, and another man finds the biggest +satisfaction in actresses. They can't help these likes. They have +them, and what are they going to do about it? Now I like gambling. I +like to play the game. I want to play it big and play it quick. I'm +just made that way. And I play it." +</P> + +<P> +"But why can't you do good with all your money?" +</P> + +<P> +Daylight laughed. +</P> + +<P> +"Doing good with your money! It's like slapping God in the face, as +much as to tell him that he don't know how to run his world and that +you'll be much obliged if he'll stand out of the way and give you a +chance. Thinking about God doesn't keep me sitting up nights, so I've +got another way of looking at it. Ain't it funny, to go around with +brass knuckles and a big club breaking folks' heads and taking their +money away from them until I've got a pile, and then, repenting of my +ways, going around and bandaging up the heads the other robbers are +breaking? I leave it to you. That's what doing good with money +amounts to. Every once in a while some robber turns soft-hearted and +takes to driving an ambulance. That's what Carnegie did. He smashed +heads in pitched battles at Homestead, regular wholesale head-breaker +he was, held up the suckers for a few hundred million, and now he goes +around dribbling it back to them. Funny? I leave it to you." +</P> + +<P> +He rolled a cigarette and watched her half curiously, half amusedly. +His replies and harsh generalizations of a harsh school were +disconcerting, and she came back to her earlier position. +</P> + +<P> +"I can't argue with you, and you know that. No matter how right a +woman is, men have such a way about them well, what they say sounds +most convincing, and yet the woman is still certain they are wrong. +But there is one thing—the creative joy. Call it gambling if you +will, but just the same it seems to me more satisfying to create +something, make something, than just to roll dice out of a dice-box all +day long. Why, sometimes, for exercise, or when I've got to pay +fifteen dollars for coal, I curry Mab and give her a whole half hour's +brushing. And when I see her coat clean and shining and satiny, I feel +a satisfaction in what I've done. So it must be with the man who +builds a house or plants a tree. He can look at it. He made it. It's +his handiwork. Even if somebody like you comes along and takes his +tree away from him, still it is there, and still did he make it. You +can't rob him of that, Mr. Harnish, with all your millions. It's the +creative joy, and it's a higher joy than mere gambling. Haven't you +ever made things yourself—a log cabin up in the Yukon, or a canoe, or +raft, or something? And don't you remember how satisfied you were, how +good you felt, while you were doing it and after you had it done?" +</P> + +<P> +While she spoke his memory was busy with the associations she recalled. +He saw the deserted flat on the river bank by the Klondike, and he saw +the log cabins and warehouses spring up, and all the log structures he +had built, and his sawmills working night and day on three shifts. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, dog-gone it, Miss Mason, you're right—in a way. I've built +hundreds of houses up there, and I remember I was proud and glad to see +them go up. I'm proud now, when I remember them. And there was +Ophir—the most God-forsaken moose-pasture of a creek you ever laid +eyes on. I made that into the big Ophir. Why, I ran the water in there +from the Rinkabilly, eighty miles away. They all said I couldn't, but +I did it, and I did it by myself. The dam and the flume cost me four +million. But you should have seen that Ophir—power plants, electric +lights, and hundreds of men on the pay-roll, working night and day. I +guess I do get an inkling of what you mean by making a thing. I made +Ophir, and by God, she was a sure hummer—I beg your pardon. I didn't +mean to cuss. But that Ophir!—I sure am proud of her now, just as the +last time I laid eyes on her." +</P> + +<P> +"And you won something there that was more than mere money," Dede +encouraged. "Now do you know what I would do if I had lots of money +and simply had to go on playing at business? Take all the southerly +and westerly slopes of these bare hills. I'd buy them in and plant +eucalyptus on them. I'd do it for the joy of doing it anyway; but +suppose I had that gambling twist in me which you talk about, why, I'd +do it just the same and make money out of the trees. And there's my +other point again. Instead of raising the price of coal without adding +an ounce of coal to the market supply, I'd be making thousands and +thousands of cords of firewood—making something where nothing was +before. And everybody who ever crossed on the ferries would look up at +these forested hills and be made glad. Who was made glad by your +adding four dollars a ton to Rock Wells?" +</P> + +<P> +It was Daylight's turn to be silent for a time while she waited an +answer. +</P> + +<P> +"Would you rather I did things like that?" he asked at last. +</P> + +<P> +"It would be better for the world, and better for you," she answered +noncommittally. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0216"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XVI +</H3> + +<P> +All week every one in the office knew that something new and big was +afoot in Daylight's mind. Beyond some deals of no importance, he had +not been interested in anything for several months. But now he went +about in an almost unbroken brown study, made unexpected and lengthy +trips across the bay to Oakland, or sat at his desk silent and +motionless for hours. He seemed particularly happy with what occupied +his mind. At times men came in and conferred with him—and with new +faces and differing in type from those that usually came to see him. +</P> + +<P> +On Sunday Dede learned all about it. "I've been thinking a lot of our +talk," he began, "and I've got an idea I'd like to give it a flutter. +And I've got a proposition to make your hair stand up. It's what you +call legitimate, and at the same time it's the gosh-dangdest gamble a +man ever went into. How about planting minutes wholesale, and making +two minutes grow where one minute grew before? Oh, yes, and planting a +few trees, too—say several million of them. You remember the quarry I +made believe I was looking at? Well, I'm going to buy it. I'm going +to buy these hills, too, clear from here around to Berkeley and down +the other way to San Leandro. I own a lot of them already, for that +matter. But mum is the word. I'll be buying a long time to come +before anything much is guessed about it, and I don't want the market +to jump up out of sight. You see that hill over there. It's my hill +running clear down its slopes through Piedmont and halfway along those +rolling hills into Oakland. And it's nothing to all the things I'm +going to buy." +</P> + +<P> +He paused triumphantly. "And all to make two minutes grow where one +grew before?" Dede queried, at the same time laughing heartily at his +affectation of mystery. +</P> + +<P> +He stared at her fascinated. She had such a frank, boyish way of +throwing her head back when she laughed. And her teeth were an +unending delight to him. Not small, yet regular and firm, without a +blemish, he considered them the healthiest, whitest, prettiest teeth he +had ever seen. And for months he had been comparing them with the +teeth of every woman he met. +</P> + +<P> +It was not until her laughter was over that he was able to continue. +</P> + +<P> +"The ferry system between Oakland and San Francisco is the worst +one-horse concern in the United States. You cross on it every day, six +days in the week. That's say, twenty-five days a month, or three +hundred a year. How long does it take you one way? Forty minutes, if +you're lucky. I'm going to put you across in twenty minutes. If that +ain't making two minutes grow where one grew before, knock off my head +with little apples. I'll save you twenty minutes each way. That's +forty minutes a day, times three hundred, equals twelve thousand +minutes a year, just for you, just for one person. Let's see: that's +two hundred whole hours. Suppose I save two hundred hours a year for +thousands of other folks,—that's farming some, ain't it?" +</P> + +<P> +Dede could only nod breathlessly. She had caught the contagion of his +enthusiasm, though she had no clew as to how this great time-saving was +to be accomplished. +</P> + +<P> +"Come on," he said. "Let's ride up that hill, and when I get you out +on top where you can see something, I'll talk sense." +</P> + +<P> +A small footpath dropped down to the dry bed of the canon, which they +crossed before they began the climb. The slope was steep and covered +with matted brush and bushes, through which the horses slipped and +lunged. Bob, growing disgusted, turned back suddenly and attempted to +pass Mab. The mare was thrust sidewise into the denser bush, where she +nearly fell. Recovering, she flung her weight against Bob. Both +riders' legs were caught in the consequent squeeze, and, as Bob plunged +ahead down hill, Dede was nearly scraped off. Daylight threw his horse +on to its haunches and at the same time dragged Dede back into the +saddle. Showers of twigs and leaves fell upon them, and predicament +followed predicament, until they emerged on the hilltop the worse for +wear but happy and excited. Here no trees obstructed the view. The +particular hill on which they were, out-jutted from the regular line of +the range, so that the sweep of their vision extended over +three-quarters of the circle. Below, on the flat land bordering the +bay, lay Oakland, and across the bay was San Francisco. Between the +two cities they could see the white ferry-boats on the water. Around +to their right was Berkeley, and to their left the scattered villages +between Oakland and San Leandro. Directly in the foreground was +Piedmont, with its desultory dwellings and patches of farming land, and +from Piedmont the land rolled down in successive waves upon Oakland. +</P> + +<P> +"Look at it," said Daylight, extending his arm in a sweeping gesture. +"A hundred thousand people there, and no reason there shouldn't be half +a million. There's the chance to make five people grow where one grows +now. Here's the scheme in a nutshell. Why don't more people live in +Oakland? No good service with San Francisco, and, besides, Oakland is +asleep. It's a whole lot better place to live in than San Francisco. +Now, suppose I buy in all the street railways of Oakland, Berkeley, +Alameda, San Leandro, and the rest,—bring them under one head with a +competent management? Suppose I cut the time to San Francisco one-half +by building a big pier out there almost to Goat Island and establishing +a ferry system with modern up-to-date boats? Why, folks will want to +live over on this side. Very good. They'll need land on which to +build. So, first I buy up the land. But the land's cheap now. Why? +Because it's in the country, no electric roads, no quick communication, +nobody guessing that the electric roads are coming. I'll build the +roads. That will make the land jump up. Then I'll sell the land as +fast as the folks will want to buy because of the improved ferry system +and transportation facilities. +</P> + +<P> +"You see, I give the value to the land by building the roads. Then I +sell the land and get that value back, and after that, there's the +roads, all carrying folks back and forth and earning big money. Can't +lose. And there's all sorts of millions in it. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm going to get my hands on some of that water front and the +tide-lands. Take between where I'm going to build my pier and the old +pier. It's shallow water. I can fill and dredge and put in a system +of docks that will handle hundreds of ships. San Francisco's water +front is congested. No more room for ships. With hundreds of ships +loading and unloading on this side right into the freight cars of three +big railroads, factories will start up over here instead of crossing to +San Francisco. That means factory sites. That means me buying in the +factory sites before anybody guesses the cat is going to jump, much +less, which way. Factories mean tens of thousands of workingmen and +their families. That means more houses and more land, and that means +me, for I'll be there to sell them the land. And tens of thousands of +families means tens of thousands of nickels every day for my electric +cars. The growing population will mean more stores, more banks, more +everything. And that'll mean me, for I'll be right there with business +property as well as home property. What do you think of it?" +</P> + +<P> +Before she could answer, he was off again, his mind's eye filled +with this new city of his dream which he builded on the Alameda hills +by the gateway to the Orient. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you know—I've been looking it up—the Firth Of Clyde, where all +the steel ships are built, isn't half as wide as Oakland Creek down +there, where all those old hulks lie? Why ain't it a Firth of Clyde? +Because the Oakland City Council spends its time debating about prunes +and raisins. What is needed is somebody to see things, and, after +that, organization. That's me. I didn't make Ophir for nothing. And +once things begin to hum, outside capital will pour in. All I do is +start it going. 'Gentlemen,' I say, 'here's all the natural advantages +for a great metropolis. God Almighty put them advantages here, and he +put me here to see them. Do you want to land your tea and silk from +Asia and ship it straight East? Here's the docks for your steamers, +and here's the railroads. Do you want factories from which you can +ship direct by land or water? Here's the site, and here's the modern, +up-to-date city, with the latest improvements for yourselves and your +workmen, to live in.'" +</P> + +<P> +"Then there's the water. I'll come pretty close to owning the +watershed. Why not the waterworks too? There's two water companies in +Oakland now, fighting like cats and dogs and both about broke. What a +metropolis needs is a good water system. They can't give it. They're +stick-in-the-muds. I'll gobble them up and deliver the right article +to the city. There's money there, too—money everywhere. Everything +works in with everything else. Each improvement makes the value of +everything else pump up. It's people that are behind the value. The +bigger the crowd that herds in one place, the more valuable is the real +estate. And this is the very place for a crowd to herd. Look at it. +Just look at it! You could never find a finer site for a great city. +All it needs is the herd, and I'll stampede a couple of hundred +thousand people in here inside two years. And what's more it won't be +one of these wild cat land booms. It will be legitimate. Twenty years +from now there'll be a million people on this side the bay. Another +thing is hotels. There isn't a decent one in the town. I'll build a +couple of up-to-date ones that'll make them sit up and take notice. I +won't care if they don't pay for years. Their effect will more than +give me my money back out of the other holdings. And, oh, yes, I'm +going to plant eucalyptus, millions of them, on these hills." +</P> + +<P> +"But how are you going to do it?" Dede asked. "You haven't enough +money for all that you've planned." +</P> + +<P> +"I've thirty million, and if I need more I can borrow on the land and +other things. Interest on mortgages won't anywhere near eat up the +increase in land values, and I'll be selling land right along." +</P> + +<P> +In the weeks that followed, Daylight was a busy man. He spent most of +his time in Oakland, rarely coming to the office. He planned to move +the office to Oakland, but, as he told Dede, the secret preliminary +campaign of buying had to be put through first. Sunday by Sunday, now +from this hilltop and now from that, they looked down upon the city and +its farming suburbs, and he pointed out to her his latest acquisitions. +At first it was patches and sections of land here and there; but as the +weeks passed it was the unowned portions that became rare, until at +last they stood as islands surrounded by Daylight's land. +</P> + +<P> +It meant quick work on a colossal scale, for Oakland and the adjacent +country was not slow to feel the tremendous buying. But Daylight had +the ready cash, and it had always been his policy to strike quickly. +Before the others could get the warning of the boom, he quietly +accomplished many things. At the same time that his agents were +purchasing corner lots and entire blocks in the heart of the business +section and the waste lands for factory sites, he was rushing +franchises through the city council, capturing the two exhausted water +companies and the eight or nine independent street railways, and +getting his grip on the Oakland Creek and the bay tide-lands for his +dock system. The tide-lands had been in litigation for years, and he +took the bull by the horns—buying out the private owners and at the +same time leasing from the city fathers. +</P> + +<P> +By the time that Oakland was aroused by this unprecedented activity in +every direction and was questioning excitedly the meaning of it, +Daylight secretly bought the chief Republican newspaper and the chief +Democratic organ, and moved boldly into his new offices. Of necessity, +they were on a large scale, occupying four floors of the only modern +office building in the town—the only building that wouldn't have to be +torn down later on, as Daylight put it. There was department after +department, a score of them, and hundreds of clerks and stenographers. +As he told Dede: "I've got more companies than you can shake a stick +at. There's the Alameda & Contra Costa Land Syndicate, the +Consolidated Street Railways, the Yerba Buena Ferry Company, the United +Water Company, the Piedmont Realty Company, the Fairview and Portola +Hotel Company, and half a dozen more that I've got to refer to a +notebook to remember. There's the Piedmont Laundry Farm, and Redwood +Consolidated Quarries. Starting in with our quarry, I just kept +a-going till I got them all. And there's the ship-building company I +ain't got a name for yet. Seeing as I had to have ferry-boats, I +decided to build them myself. They'll be done by the time the pier is +ready for them. Phew! It all sure beats poker. And I've had the fun +of gouging the robber gangs as well. The water company bunches are +squealing yet. I sure got them where the hair was short. They were +just about all in when I came along and finished them off." +</P> + +<P> +"But why do you hate them so?" Dede asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Because they're such cowardly skunks." +</P> + +<P> +"But you play the same game they do." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes; but not in the same way." Daylight regarded her thoughtfully. +"When I say cowardly skunks, I mean just that,—cowardly skunks. They +set up for a lot of gamblers, and there ain't one in a thousand of them +that's got the nerve to be a gambler. They're four-flushers, if you +know what that means. They're a lot of little cottontail rabbits making +believe they're big rip-snorting timber wolves. They set out to +everlastingly eat up some proposition but at the first sign of trouble +they turn tail and stampede for the brush. Look how it works. When +the big fellows wanted to unload Little Copper, they sent Jakey Fallow +into the New York Stock Exchange to yell out: 'I'll buy all or any part +of Little Copper at fifty five,' Little Copper being at fifty-four. +And in thirty minutes them cottontails—financiers, some folks call +them—bid up Little Copper to sixty. And an hour after that, stampeding +for the brush, they were throwing Little Copper overboard at forty-five +and even forty. +</P> + +<P> +"They're catspaws for the big fellows. Almost as fast as they rob the +suckers, the big fellows come along and hold them up. Or else the big +fellows use them in order to rob each other. That's the way the +Chattanooga Coal and Iron Company was swallowed up by the trust in the +last panic. The trust made that panic. It had to break a couple of +big banking companies and squeeze half a dozen big fellows, too, and it +did it by stampeding the cottontails. The cottontails did the rest all +right, and the trust gathered in Chattanooga Coal and Iron. Why, any +man, with nerve and savvee, can start them cottontails jumping for the +brush. I don't exactly hate them myself, but I haven't any regard for +chicken-hearted four-flushers." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0217"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XVII +</H3> + +<P> +For months Daylight was buried in work. The outlay was terrific, and +there was nothing coming in. Beyond a general rise in land values, +Oakland had not acknowledged his irruption on the financial scene. The +city was waiting for him to show what he was going to do, and he lost +no time about it. The best skilled brains on the market were hired by +him for the different branches of the work. Initial mistakes he had no +patience with, and he was determined to start right, as when he engaged +Wilkinson, almost doubling his big salary, and brought him out from +Chicago to take charge of the street railway organization. Night and +day the road gangs toiled on the streets. And night and day the +pile-drivers hammered the big piles down into the mud of San Francisco +Bay. The pier was to be three miles long, and the Berkeley hills were +denuded of whole groves of mature eucalyptus for the piling. +</P> + +<P> +At the same time that his electric roads were building out through the +hills, the hay-fields were being surveyed and broken up into city +squares, with here and there, according to best modern methods, winding +boulevards and strips of park. Broad streets, well graded, were made, +with sewers and water-pipes ready laid, and macadamized from his own +quarries. Cement sidewalks were also laid, so that all the purchaser +had to do was to select his lot and architect and start building. The +quick service of Daylight's new electric roads into Oakland made this +big district immediately accessible, and long before the ferry system +was in operation hundreds of residences were going up. +</P> + +<P> +The profit on this land was enormous. In a day, his onslaught of +wealth had turned open farming country into one of the best residential +districts of the city. +</P> + +<P> +But this money that flowed in upon him was immediately poured back into +his other investments. The need for electric cars was so great that he +installed his own shops for building them. And even on the rising land +market, he continued to buy choice factory sites and building +properties. On the advice of Wilkinson, practically every electric +road already in operation was rebuilt. The light, old fashioned rails +were torn out and replaced by the heaviest that were manufactured. +Corner lots, on the sharp turns of narrow streets, were bought and +ruthlessly presented to the city in order to make wide curves for his +tracks and high speed for his cars. Then, too, there were the +main-line feeders for his ferry system, tapping every portion of +Oakland, Alameda, and Berkeley, and running fast expresses to the pier +end. The same large-scale methods were employed in the water system. +Service of the best was needed, if his huge land investment was to +succeed. Oakland had to be made into a worth-while city, and that was +what he intended to do. In addition to his big hotels, he built +amusement parks for the common people, and art galleries and club-house +country inns for the more finicky classes. Even before there was any +increase in population, a marked increase in street-railway traffic +took place. There was nothing fanciful about his schemes. They were +sound investments. +</P> + +<P> +"What Oakland wants is a first class theatre," he said, and, after +vainly trying to interest local capital, he started the building of the +theatre himself; for he alone had vision for the two hundred thousand +new people that were coming to the town. +</P> + +<P> +But no matter what pressure was on Daylight, his Sundays he reserved +for his riding in the hills. It was not the winter weather, however, +that brought these rides with Dede to an end. One Saturday afternoon in +the office she told him not to expect to meet her next day, and, when +he pressed for an explanation: +</P> + +<P> +"I've sold Mab." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight was speechless for the moment. Her act meant one of so many +serious things that he couldn't classify it. It smacked almost of +treachery. She might have met with financial disaster. +</P> + +<P> +It might be her way of letting him know she had seen enough of him. +Or... +</P> + +<P> +"What's the matter?" he managed to ask. +</P> + +<P> +"I couldn't afford to keep her with hay forty-five dollars a ton," Dede +answered. +</P> + +<P> +"Was that your only reason?" he demanded, looking at her steadily; for +he remembered her once telling him how she had brought the mare through +one winter, five years before, when hay had gone as high as sixty +dollars a ton. +</P> + +<P> +"No. My brother's expenses have been higher, as well, and I was driven +to the conclusion that since I could not afford both, I'd better let +the mare go and keep the brother." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight felt inexpressibly saddened. He was suddenly aware of a great +emptiness. What would a Sunday be without Dede? And Sundays without +end without her? He drummed perplexedly on the desk with his fingers. +</P> + +<P> +"Who bought her?" he asked. Dede's eyes flashed in the way long since +familiar to him when she was angry. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't you dare buy her back for me," she cried. "And don't deny that +that was what you had in mind." +</P> + +<P> +"I won't deny it. It was my idea to a tee. But I wouldn't have done +it without asking you first, and seeing how you feel about it, I won't +even ask you. But you thought a heap of that mare, and it's pretty +hard on you to lose her. I'm sure sorry. And I'm sorry, too, that you +won't be riding with me tomorrow. I'll be plumb lost. I won't know +what to do with myself." +</P> + +<P> +"Neither shall I," Dede confessed mournfully, "except that I shall be +able to catch up with my sewing." +</P> + +<P> +"But I haven't any sewing." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight's tone was whimsically plaintive, but secretly he was +delighted with her confession of loneliness. It was almost worth the +loss of the mare to get that out of her. At any rate, he meant +something to her. He was not utterly unliked. +</P> + +<P> +"I wish you would reconsider, Miss Mason," he said softly. "Not alone +for the mare's sake, but for my sake. Money don't cut any ice in this. +For me to buy that mare wouldn't mean as it does to most men to send a +bouquet of flowers or a box of candy to a young lady. And I've never +sent you flowers or candy." He observed the warning flash of her eyes, +and hurried on to escape refusal. "I'll tell you what we'll do. +Suppose I buy the mare and own her myself, and lend her to you when you +want to ride. There's nothing wrong in that. Anybody borrows a horse +from anybody, you know." +</P> + +<P> +Agin he saw refusal, and headed her off. +</P> + +<P> +"Lots of men take women buggy-riding. There's nothing wrong in that. +And the man always furnishes the horse and buggy. Well, now, what's the +difference between my taking you buggy-riding and furnishing the horse +and buggy, and taking you horse-back-riding and furnishing the horses?" +</P> + +<P> +She shook her head, and declined to answer, at the same time looking at +the door as if to intimate that it was time for this unbusinesslike +conversation to end. He made one more effort. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you know, Miss Mason, I haven't a friend in the world outside you? +I mean a real friend, man or woman, the kind you chum with, you know, +and that you're glad to be with and sorry to be away from. Hegan is +the nearest man I get to, and he's a million miles away from me. +Outside business, we don't hitch. He's got a big library of books, and +some crazy kind of culture, and he spends all his off times reading +things in French and German and other outlandish lingoes—when he ain't +writing plays and poetry. There's nobody I feel chummy with except you, +and you know how little we've chummed—once a week, if it didn't rain, +on Sunday. I've grown kind of to depend on you. You're a sort +of—of—of—" +</P> + +<P> +"A sort of habit," she said with a smile. +</P> + +<P> +"That's about it. And that mare, and you astride of her, coming along +the road under the trees or through the sunshine—why, with both you +and the mare missing, there won't be anything worth waiting through +the week for. If you'd just let me buy her back—" +</P> + +<P> +"No, no; I tell you no." Dede rose impatiently, but her eyes were +moist with the memory of her pet. "Please don't mention her to me +again. If you think it was easy to part with her, you are mistaken. +But I've seen the last of her, and I want to forget her." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight made no answer, and the door closed behind him. +</P> + +<P> +Half an hour later he was conferring with Jones, the erstwhile elevator +boy and rabid proletarian whom Daylight long before had grubstaked to +literature for a year. The resulting novel had been a failure. +Editors and publishers would not look at it, and now Daylight was using +the disgruntled author in a little private secret service system he had +been compelled to establish for himself. Jones, who affected to be +surprised at nothing after his crushing experience with railroad +freight rates on firewood and charcoal, betrayed no surprise now when +the task was given to him to locate the purchaser of a certain sorrel +mare. +</P> + +<P> +"How high shall I pay for her?" he asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Any price. You've got to get her, that's the point. Drive a sharp +bargain so as not to excite suspicion, but buy her. Then you deliver +her to that address up in Sonoma County. The man's the caretaker on a +little ranch I have there. Tell him he's to take whacking good care of +her. And after that forget all about it. Don't tell me the name of the +man you buy her from. Don't tell me anything about it except that +you've got her and delivered her. Savvee?" +</P> + +<P> +But the week had not passed, when Daylight noted the flash in Dede's +eyes that boded trouble. +</P> + +<P> +"Something's gone wrong—what is it?" he asked boldly. +</P> + +<P> +"Mab," she said. "The man who bought her has sold her already. If I +thought you had anything to do with it—" +</P> + +<P> +"I don't even know who you sold her to," was Daylight's answer. "And +what's more, I'm not bothering my head about her. She was your mare, +and it's none of my business what you did with her. You haven't got +her, that's sure and worse luck. And now, while we're on touchy +subjects, I'm going to open another one with you. And you needn't get +touchy about it, for it's not really your business at all." +</P> + +<P> +She waited in the pause that followed, eyeing him almost suspiciously. +</P> + +<P> +"It's about that brother of yours. He needs more than you can do for +him. Selling that mare of yours won't send him to Germany. And that's +what his own doctors say he needs—that crack German specialist who +rips a man's bones and muscles into pulp and then molds them all over +again. Well, I want to send him to Germany and give that crack a +flutter, that's all." +</P> + +<P> +"If it were only possible" she said, half breathlessly, and wholly +without anger. "Only it isn't, and you know it isn't. I can't accept +money from you—" +</P> + +<P> +"Hold on, now," he interrupted. "Wouldn't you accept a drink of water +from one of the Twelve Apostles if you was dying of thirst? Or would +you be afraid of his evil intentions"—she made a gesture of dissent +"—or of what folks might say about it?" +</P> + +<P> +"But that's different," she began. +</P> + +<P> +"Now look here, Miss Mason. You've got to get some foolish notions out +of your head. This money notion is one of the funniest things I've +seen. Suppose you was falling over a cliff, wouldn't it be all right +for me to reach out and hold you by the arm? Sure it would. But +suppose you needed another sort of help—instead of the strength of arm, +the strength of my pocket? That would be all and that's what they all +say. But why do they say it. Because the robber gangs want all the +suckers to be honest and respect money. If the suckers weren't honest +and didn't respect money, where would the robbers be? Don't you see? +The robbers don't deal in arm-holds; they deal in dollars. Therefore +arm-holds are just common and ordinary, while dollars are sacred—so +sacred that you didn't let me lend you a hand with a few. +</P> + +<P> +"Or here's another way," he continued, spurred on by her mute protest. +"It's all right for me to give the strength of my arm when you're +falling over a cliff. But if I take that same strength of arm and use +it at pick-and-shovel work for a day and earn two dollars, you won't +have anything to do with the two dollars. Yet it's the same old +strength of arm in a new form, that's all. Besides, in this +proposition it won't be a claim on you. It ain't even a loan to you. +It's an arm-hold I'm giving your brother—just the same sort of +arm-hold as if he was falling over a cliff. And a nice one you are, to +come running out and yell 'Stop!' at me, and let your brother go on +over the cliff. What he needs to save his legs is that crack in +Germany, and that's the arm-hold I'm offering. +</P> + +<P> +"Wish you could see my rooms. Walls all decorated with horsehair +bridles—scores of them—hundreds of them. They're no use to me, and +they cost like Sam Scratch. But there's a lot of convicts making them, +and I go on buying. Why, I've spent more money in a single night on +whiskey than would get the best specialists and pay all the expenses of +a dozen cases like your brother's. And remember, you've got nothing to +do with this. If your brother wants to look on it as a loan, all +right. It's up to him, and you've got to stand out of the way while I +pull him back from that cliff." +</P> + +<P> +Still Dede refused, and Daylight's argument took a more painful turn. +</P> + +<P> +"I can only guess that you're standing in your brother's way on account +of some mistaken idea in your head that this is my idea of courting. +Well, it ain't. You might as well think I'm courting all those +convicts I buy bridles from. I haven't asked you to marry me, and if I +do I won't come trying to buy you into consenting. And there won't be +anything underhand when I come a-asking." +</P> + +<P> +Dede's face was flushed and angry. "If you knew how ridiculous you +are, you'd stop," she blurted out. "You can make me more uncomfortable +than any man I ever knew. Every little while you give me to understand +that you haven't asked me to marry you yet. I'm not waiting to be +asked, and I warned you from the first that you had no chance. And yet +you hold it over my head that some time, some day, you're going to ask +me to marry you. Go ahead and ask me now, and get your answer and get +it over and done with." +</P> + +<P> +He looked at her in honest and pondering admiration. "I want you so +bad, Miss Mason, that I don't dast to ask you now," he said, with such +whimsicality and earnestness as to make her throw her head back in a +frank boyish laugh. "Besides, as I told you, I'm green at it. I never +went a-courting before, and I don't want to make any mistakes." +</P> + +<P> +"But you're making them all the time," she cried impulsively. "No man +ever courted a woman by holding a threatened proposal over her head +like a club." +</P> + +<P> +"I won't do it any more," he said humbly. "And anyway, we're off the +argument. My straight talk a minute ago still holds. You're standing +in your brother's way. No matter what notions you've got in your head, +you've got to get out of the way and give him a chance. Will you let +me go and see him and talk it over with him? I'll make it a hard and +fast business proposition. I'll stake him to get well, that's all, and +charge him interest." +</P> + +<P> +She visibly hesitated. +</P> + +<P> +"And just remember one thing, Miss Mason: it's HIS leg, not yours." +</P> + +<P> +Still she refrained from giving her answer, and Daylight went on +strengthening his position. +</P> + +<P> +"And remember, I go over to see him alone. He's a man, and I can deal +with him better without womenfolks around. I'll go over to-morrow +afternoon." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0218"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XVIII +</H3> + +<P> +Daylight had been wholly truthful when he told Dede that he had no real +friends. On speaking terms with thousands, on fellowship and drinking +terms with hundreds, he was a lonely man. He failed to find the one +man, or group of several men, with whom he could be really intimate. +Cities did not make for comradeship as did the Alaskan trail. Besides, +the types of men were different. Scornful and contemptuous of business +men on the one hand, on the other his relations with the San Francisco +bosses had been more an alliance of expediency than anything else. He +had felt more of kinship for the franker brutality of the bosses and +their captains, but they had failed to claim any deep respect. They +were too prone to crookedness. Bonds were better than men's word in +this modern world, and one had to look carefully to the bonds. +</P> + +<P> +In the old Yukon days it had been different. Bonds didn't go. A man +said he had so much, and even in a poker game his appeasement was +accepted. +</P> + +<P> +Larry Hegan, who rose ably to the largest demands of Daylight's +operations and who had few illusions and less hypocrisy, might have +proved a chum had it not been for his temperamental twist. Strange +genius that he was, a Napoleon of the law, with a power of visioning +that far exceeded Daylight's, he had nothing in common with Daylight +outside the office. He spent his time with books, a thing Daylight +could not abide. Also, he devoted himself to the endless writing of +plays which never got beyond manuscript form, and, though Daylight only +sensed the secret taint of it, was a confirmed but temperate eater of +hasheesh. Hegan lived all his life cloistered with books in a world of +agitation. With the out-of-door world he had no understanding nor +tolerance. In food and drink he was abstemious as a monk, while +exercise was a thing abhorrent. Daylight's friendships, in lieu of +anything closer, were drinking friendships and roistering friendships. +And with the passing of the Sunday rides with Dede, he fell back more +and more upon these for diversion. The cocktail wall of inhibition he +reared more assiduously than ever. +</P> + +<P> +The big red motor-car was out more frequently now, while a stable hand +was hired to give Bob exercise. In his early San Francisco days, there +had been intervals of easement between his deals, but in this present +biggest deal of all the strain was unremitting. Not in a month, or two, +or three, could his huge land investment be carried to a successful +consummation. And so complete and wide-reaching was it that +complications and knotty situations constantly arose. Every day +brought its problems, and when he had solved them in his masterful way, +he left the office in his big car, almost sighing with relief at +anticipation of the approaching double Martini. Rarely was he made +tipsy. His constitution was too strong for that. Instead, he was that +direst of all drinkers, the steady drinker, deliberate and controlled, +who averaged a far higher quantity of alcohol than the irregular and +violent drinker. For six weeks hard-running he had seen nothing of +Dede except in the office, and there he resolutely refrained from +making approaches. But by the seventh Sunday his hunger for her +overmastered him. It was a stormy day. +</P> + +<P> +A heavy southeast gale was blowing, and squall after squall of rain and +wind swept over the city. He could not take his mind off of her, and a +persistent picture came to him of her sitting by a window and sewing +feminine fripperies of some sort. When the time came for his first +pre-luncheon cocktail to be served to him in his rooms, he did not take +it. +</P> + +<P> +Filled with a daring determination, he glanced at his note book for +Dede's telephone number, and called for the switch. +</P> + +<P> +At first it was her landlady's daughter who was raised, but in a minute +he heard the voice he had been hungry to hear. +</P> + +<P> +"I just wanted to tell you that I'm coming out to see you," he said. +"I didn't want to break in on you without warning, that was all." +</P> + +<P> +"Has something happened?" came her voice. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll tell you when I get there," he evaded. +</P> + +<P> +He left the red car two blocks away and arrived on foot at the pretty, +three-storied, shingled Berkeley house. For an instant only, he was +aware of an inward hesitancy, but the next moment he rang the bell. He +knew that what he was doing was in direct violation of her wishes, and +that he was setting her a difficult task to receive as a Sunday caller +the multimillionaire and notorious Elam Harnish of newspaper fame. On +the other hand, the one thing he did not expect of her was what he +would have termed "silly female capers." +</P> + +<P> +And in this he was not disappointed. +</P> + +<P> +She came herself to the door to receive him and shake hands with him. +He hung his mackintosh and hat on the rack in the comfortable square +hall and turned to her for direction. +</P> + +<P> +"They are busy in there," she said, indicating the parlor from which +came the boisterous voices of young people, and through the open door +of which he could see several college youths. "So you will have to +come into my rooms." +</P> + +<P> +She led the way through the door opening out of the hall to the right, +and, once inside, he stood awkwardly rooted to the floor, gazing about +him and at her and all the time trying not to gaze. In his perturbation +he failed to hear and see her invitation to a seat. So these were her +quarters. The intimacy of it and her making no fuss about it was +startling, but it was no more than he would have expected of her. It +was almost two rooms in one, the one he was in evidently the +sitting-room, and the one he could see into, the bedroom. Beyond an +oaken dressing-table, with an orderly litter of combs and brushes and +dainty feminine knickknacks, there was no sign of its being used as a +bedroom. The broad couch, with a cover of old rose and banked high with +cushions, he decided must be the bed, but it was farthest from any +experience of a civilized bed he had ever had. +</P> + +<P> +Not that he saw much of detail in that awkward moment of standing. His +general impression was one of warmth and comfort and beauty. There +were no carpets, and on the hardwood floor he caught a glimpse of +several wolf and coyote skins. What captured and perceptibly held his +eye for a moment was a Crouched Venus that stood on a Steinway upright +against a background of mountain-lion skin on the wall. +</P> + +<P> +But it was Dede herself that smote most sharply upon sense and +perception. He had always cherished the idea that she was very much a +woman—the lines of her figure, her hair, her eyes, her voice, and +birdlike laughing ways had all contributed to this; but here, in her +own rooms, clad in some flowing, clinging gown, the emphasis of sex was +startling. He had been accustomed to her only in trim tailor suits and +shirtwaists, or in riding costume of velvet corduroy, and he was not +prepared for this new revelation. She seemed so much softer, so much +more pliant, and tender, and lissome. She was a part of this +atmosphere of quietude and beauty. She fitted into it just as she had +fitted in with the sober office furnishings. +</P> + +<P> +"Won't you sit down?" she repeated. +</P> + +<P> +He felt like an animal long denied food. His hunger for her welled up +in him, and he proceeded to "wolf" the dainty morsel before him. Here +was no patience, no diplomacy. The straightest, direct way was none +too quick for him and, had he known it, the least unsuccessful way he +could have chosen. +</P> + +<P> +"Look here," he said, in a voice that shook with passion, "there's one +thing I won't do, and that's propose to you in the office. That's why +I'm here. Dede Mason, I want you. I just want you." +</P> + +<P> +While he spoke he advanced upon her, his black eyes burning with bright +fire, his aroused blood swarthy in his cheek. +</P> + +<P> +So precipitate was he, that she had barely time to cry out her +involuntary alarm and to step back, at the same time catching one of +his hands as he attempted to gather her into his arms. +</P> + +<P> +In contrast to him, the blood had suddenly left her cheeks. The hand +that had warded his hand off and that still held it, was trembling. She +relaxed her fingers, and his arm dropped to his side. She wanted to +say something, do something, to pass on from the awkwardness of the +situation, but no intelligent thought nor action came into her mind. +She was aware only of a desire to laugh. This impulse was party +hysterical and partly spontaneous humor—the latter growing from +instant to instant. Amazing as the affair was, the ridiculous side of +it was not veiled to her. She felt like one who had suffered the terror +of the onslaught of a murderous footpad only to find out that it was an +innocent pedestrian asking the time. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight was the quicker to achieve action. "Oh, I know I'm a sure +enough fool," he said. "I—I guess I'll sit down. Don't be scairt, +Miss Mason. I'm not real dangerous." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm not afraid," she answered, with a smile, slipping down herself +into a chair, beside which, on the floor, stood a sewing-basket from +which, Daylight noted, some white fluffy thing of lace and muslin +overflowed. Again she smiled. "Though I confess you did startle me +for the moment." +</P> + +<P> +"It's funny," Daylight sighed, almost with regret; "here I am, strong +enough to bend you around and tie knots in you. Here I am, used to +having my will with man and beast and anything. And here I am sitting +in this chair, as weak and helpless as a little lamb. You sure take +the starch out of me." +</P> + +<P> +Dede vainly cudgeled her brains in quest of a reply to these remarks. +Instead, her thought dwelt insistently upon the significance of his +stepping aside, in the middle of a violent proposal, in order to make +irrelevant remarks. What struck her was the man's certitude. So +little did he doubt that he would have her, that he could afford to +pause and generalize upon love and the effects of love. +</P> + +<P> +She noted his hand unconsciously slipping in the familiar way into the +side coat pocket where she knew he carried his tobacco and brown papers. +</P> + +<P> +"You may smoke, if you want to," she said. He withdrew his hand with a +jerk, as if something in the pocket had stung him. +</P> + +<P> +"No, I wasn't thinking of smoking. I was thinking of you. What's a man +to do when he wants a woman but ask her to marry him? That's all that +I'm doing. I can't do it in style. I know that. But I can use +straight English, and that's good enough for me. I sure want you +mighty bad, Miss Mason. You're in my mind 'most all the time, now. +And what I want to know is—well, do you want me? That's all." +</P> + +<P> +"I—I wish you hadn't asked," she said softly. +</P> + +<P> +"Mebbe it's best you should know a few things before you give me an +answer," he went on, ignoring the fact that the answer had already been +given. "I never went after a woman before in my life, all reports to +the contrary not withstanding. The stuff you read about me in the +papers and books, about me being a lady-killer, is all wrong. There's +not an iota of truth in it. I guess I've done more than my share of +card-playing and whiskey-drinking, but women I've let alone. There was +a woman that killed herself, but I didn't know she wanted me that bad +or else I'd have married her—not for love, but to keep her from +killing herself. She was the best of the boiling, but I never gave her +any encouragement. I'm telling you all this because you've read about +it, and I want you to get it straight from me. +</P> + +<P> +"Lady-killer!" he snorted. "Why, Miss Mason, I don't mind telling you +that I've sure been scairt of women all my life. You're the first one +I've not been afraid of. That's the strange thing about it. I just +plumb worship you, and yet I'm not afraid of you. Mebbe it's because +you're different from the women I know. You've never chased me. +Lady-killer! Why, I've been running away from ladies ever since I can +remember, and I guess all that saved me was that I was strong in the +wind and that I never fell down and broke a leg or anything. +</P> + +<P> +"I didn't ever want to get married until after I met you, and until a +long time after I met you. I cottoned to you from the start; but I +never thought it would get as bad as marriage. Why, I can't get to +sleep nights, thinking of you and wanting you." +</P> + +<P> +He came to a stop and waited. She had taken the lace and muslin from +the basket, possibly to settle her nerves and wits, and was sewing upon +it. As she was not looking at him, he devoured her with his eyes. He +noted the firm, efficient hands—hands that could control a horse like +Bob, that could run a typewriter almost as fast as a man could talk, +that could sew on dainty garments, and that, doubtlessly, could play on +the piano over there in the corner. Another ultra-feminine detail he +noticed—her slippers. They were small and bronze. He had never +imagined she had such a small foot. Street shoes and riding boots were +all that he had ever seen on her feet, and they had given no +advertisement of this. The bronze slippers fascinated him, and to them +his eyes repeatedly turned. +</P> + +<P> +A knock came at the door, which she answered. Daylight could not help +hearing the conversation. She was wanted at the telephone. +</P> + +<P> +"Tell him to call up again in ten minutes," he heard her say, and the +masculine pronoun caused in him a flashing twinge of jealousy. Well, +he decided, whoever it was, Burning Daylight would give him a run for +his money. The marvel to him was that a girl like Dede hadn't been +married long since. +</P> + +<P> +She came back, smiling to him, and resumed her sewing. His eyes +wandered from the efficient hands to the bronze slippers and back +again, and he swore to himself that there were mighty few stenographers +like her in existence. That was because she must have come of pretty +good stock, and had a pretty good raising. Nothing else could explain +these rooms of hers and the clothes she wore and the way she wore them. +</P> + +<P> +"Those ten minutes are flying," he suggested. +</P> + +<P> +"I can't marry you," she said. +</P> + +<P> +"You don't love me?" +</P> + +<P> +She shook her head. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you like me—the littlest bit?" +</P> + +<P> +This time she nodded, at the same time allowing the smile of amusement +to play on her lips. But it was amusement without contempt. The +humorous side of a situation rarely appealed in vain to her. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, that's something to go on," he announced. "You've got to make a +start to get started. I just liked you at first, and look what it's +grown into. You recollect, you said you didn't like my way of life. +Well, I've changed it a heap. I ain't gambling like I used to. I've +gone into what you called the legitimate, making two minutes grow where +one grew before, three hundred thousand folks where only a hundred +thousand grew before. And this time next year there'll be two million +eucalyptus growing on the hills. Say do you like me more than the +littlest bit?" +</P> + +<P> +She raised her eyes from her work and looked at him as she answered: +</P> + +<P> +"I like you a great deal, but—" +</P> + +<P> +He waited a moment for her to complete the sentence, failing which, he +went on himself. +</P> + +<P> +"I haven't an exaggerated opinion of myself, so I know I ain't bragging +when I say I'll make a pretty good husband. You'd find I was no hand +at nagging and fault-finding. I can guess what it must be for a woman +like you to be independent. Well, you'd be independent as my wife. No +strings on you. You could follow your own sweet will, and nothing +would be too good for you. I'd give you everything your heart +desired—" +</P> + +<P> +"Except yourself," she interrupted suddenly, almost sharply. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight's astonishment was momentary. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know about that. I'd be straight and square, and live true. +I don't hanker after divided affections." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't mean that," she said. "Instead of giving yourself to your +wife, you would give yourself to the three hundred thousand people of +Oakland, to your street railways and ferry-routes, to the two million +trees on the hills to everything business—and—and to all that that +means." +</P> + +<P> +"I'd see that I didn't," he declared stoutly. "I'd be yours to +command." +</P> + +<P> +"You think so, but it would turn out differently." She suddenly became +nervous. "We must stop this talk. It is too much like attempting to +drive a bargain. 'How much will you give?' 'I'll give so much.' 'I +want more,' and all that. I like you, but not enough to marry you, and +I'll never like you enough to marry you." +</P> + +<P> +"How do you know that?" he demanded. +</P> + +<P> +"Because I like you less and less." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight sat dumfounded. The hurt showed itself plainly in his face. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, you don't understand," she cried wildly, beginning to lose +self-control—"It's not that way I mean. I do like you; the more I've +known you the more I've liked you. And at the same time the more I've +known you the less would I care to marry you." +</P> + +<P> +This enigmatic utterance completed Daylight's perplexity. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't you see?" she hurried on. "I could have far easier married the +Elam Harnish fresh from Klondike, when I first laid eyes on him long +ago, than marry you sitting before me now." +</P> + +<P> +He shook his head slowly. "That's one too many for me. The more you +know and like a man the less you want to marry him. Familiarity breeds +contempt—I guess that's what you mean." +</P> + +<P> +"No, no," she cried, but before she could continue, a knock came on the +door. +</P> + +<P> +"The ten minutes is up," Daylight said. +</P> + +<P> +His eyes, quick with observation like an Indian's, darted about the +room while she was out. The impression of warmth and comfort and +beauty predominated, though he was unable to analyze it; while the +simplicity delighted him—expensive simplicity, he decided, and most of +it leftovers from the time her father went broke and died. He had +never before appreciated a plain hardwood floor with a couple of +wolfskins; it sure beat all the carpets in creation. He stared +solemnly at a bookcase containing a couple of hundred books. There was +mystery. He could not understand what people found so much to write +about. +</P> + +<P> +Writing things and reading things were not the same as doing things, +and himself primarily a man of action, doing things was alone +comprehensible. +</P> + +<P> +His gaze passed on from the Crouched Venus to a little tea-table with +all its fragile and exquisite accessories, and to a shining copper +kettle and copper chafing-dish. Chafing dishes were not unknown to +him, and he wondered if she concocted suppers on this one for some of +those University young men he had heard whispers about. One or two +water-colors on the wall made him conjecture that she had painted them +herself. There were photographs of horses and of old masters, and the +trailing purple of a Burial of Christ held him for a time. But ever +his gaze returned to that Crouched Venus on the piano. To his homely, +frontier-trained mind, it seemed curious that a nice young woman should +have such a bold, if not sinful, object on display in her own room. +But he reconciled himself to it by an act of faith. Since it was Dede, +it must be eminently all right. Evidently such things went along with +culture. Larry Hegan had similar casts and photographs in his +book-cluttered quarters. But then, Larry Hegan was different. There +was that hint of unhealth about him that Daylight invariably sensed in +his presence, while Dede, on the contrary, seemed always so robustly +wholesome, radiating an atmosphere compounded of the sun and wind and +dust of the open road. And yet, if such a clean, healthy woman as she +went in for naked women crouching on her piano, it must be all right. +Dede made it all right. She could come pretty close to making anything +all right. Besides, he didn't understand culture anyway. +</P> + +<P> +She reentered the room, and as she crossed it to her chair, he admired +the way she walked, while the bronze slippers were maddening. +</P> + +<P> +"I'd like to ask you several questions," he began immediately "Are you +thinking of marrying somebody?" +</P> + +<P> +She laughed merrily and shook her head. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you like anybody else more than you like me?—that man at the +'phone just now, for instance?" +</P> + +<P> +"There isn't anybody else. I don't know anybody I like well enough to +marry. For that matter, I don't think I am a marrying woman. Office +work seems to spoil one for that." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight ran his eyes over her, from her face to the tip of a bronze +slipper, in a way that made the color mantle in her cheeks. At the +same time he shook his head sceptically. +</P> + +<P> +"It strikes me that you're the most marryingest woman that ever made a +man sit up and take notice. And now another question. You see, I've +just got to locate the lay of the land. Is there anybody you like as +much as you like me?" +</P> + +<P> +But Dede had herself well in hand. +</P> + +<P> +"That's unfair," she said. "And if you stop and consider, you will +find that you are doing the very thing you disclaimed—namely, nagging. +I refuse to answer any more of your questions. Let us talk about other +things. How is Bob?" +</P> + +<P> +Half an hour later, whirling along through the rain on Telegraph Avenue +toward Oakland, Daylight smoked one of his brown-paper cigarettes and +reviewed what had taken place. It was not at all bad, was his summing +up, though there was much about it that was baffling. There was that +liking him the more she knew him and at the same time wanting to marry +him less. That was a puzzler. +</P> + +<P> +But the fact that she had refused him carried with it a certain +elation. In refusing him she had refused his thirty million dollars. +That was going some for a ninety dollar-a-month stenographer who had +known better times. She wasn't after money, that was patent. Every +woman he had encountered had seemed willing to swallow him down for the +sake of his money. Why, he had doubled his fortune, made fifteen +millions, since the day she first came to work for him, and behold, any +willingness to marry him she might have possessed had diminished as his +money had increased. +</P> + +<P> +"Gosh!" he muttered. "If I clean up a hundred million on this land +deal she won't even be on speaking terms with me." +</P> + +<P> +But he could not smile the thing away. It remained to baffle him, that +enigmatic statement of hers that she could more easily have married the +Elam Harnish fresh from the Klondike than the present Elam Harnish. +Well, he concluded, the thing to do was for him to become more like +that old-time Daylight who had come down out of the North to try his +luck at the bigger game. But that was impossible. He could not set +back the flight of time. Wishing wouldn't do it, and there was no other +way. He might as well wish himself a boy again. +</P> + +<P> +Another satisfaction he cuddled to himself from their interview. He had +heard of stenographers before, who refused their employers, and who +invariably quit their positions immediately afterward. But Dede had +not even hinted at such a thing. No matter how baffling she was, there +was no nonsensical silliness about her. She was level headed. But, +also, he had been level-headed and was partly responsible for this. He +hadn't taken advantage of her in the office. True, he had twice +overstepped the bounds, but he had not followed it up and made a +practice of it. She knew she could trust him. But in spite of all +this he was confident that most young women would have been silly +enough to resign a position with a man they had turned down. And +besides, after he had put it to her in the right light, she had not +been silly over his sending her brother to Germany. +</P> + +<P> +"Gee!" he concluded, as the car drew up before his hotel. "If I'd only +known it as I do now, I'd have popped the question the first day she +came to work. According to her say-so, that would have been the proper +moment. She likes me more and more, and the more she likes me the less +she'd care to marry me! Now what do you think of that? She sure must +be fooling." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0219"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XIX +</H3> + +<P> +Once again, on a rainy Sunday, weeks afterward, Daylight proposed to +Dede. As on the first time, he restrained himself until his hunger for +her overwhelmed him and swept him away in his red automobile to +Berkeley. He left the machine several blocks away and proceeded to the +house on foot. But Dede was out, the landlady's daughter told him, and +added, on second thought, that she was out walking in the hills. +Furthermore, the young lady directed him where Dede's walk was most +likely to extend. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight obeyed the girl's instructions, and soon the street he +followed passed the last house and itself ceased where began the first +steep slopes of the open hills. The air was damp with the on-coming of +rain, for the storm had not yet burst, though the rising wind +proclaimed its imminence. As far as he could see, there was no sign of +Dede on the smooth, grassy hills. To the right, dipping down into a +hollow and rising again, was a large, full-grown eucalyptus grove. +Here all was noise and movement, the lofty, slender trunked trees +swaying back and forth in the wind and clashing their branches +together. In the squalls, above all the minor noises of creaking and +groaning, arose a deep thrumming note as of a mighty harp. Knowing +Dede as he did, Daylight was confident that he would find her somewhere +in this grove where the storm effects were so pronounced. And find her +he did, across the hollow and on the exposed crest of the opposing +slope where the gale smote its fiercest blows. +</P> + +<P> +There was something monotonous, though not tiresome, about the way +Daylight proposed. Guiltless of diplomacy subterfuge, he was as direct +and gusty as the gale itself. He had time neither for greeting nor +apology. +</P> + +<P> +"It's the same old thing," he said. "I want you and I've come for you. +You've just got to have me, Dede, for the more I think about it the +more certain I am that you've got a Sneaking liking for me that's +something more than just Ordinary liking. And you don't dast say that +it isn't; now dast you?" +</P> + +<P> +He had shaken hands with her at the moment he began speaking, and he +had continued to hold her hand. Now, when she did not answer, she felt +a light but firmly insistent pressure as of his drawing her to him. +Involuntarily, she half-yielded to him, her desire for the moment +stronger than her will. Then suddenly she drew herself away, though +permitting her hand still to remain in his. +</P> + +<P> +"You sure ain't afraid of me?" he asked, with quick compunction. +</P> + +<P> +"No." She smiled woefully. "Not of you, but of myself." +</P> + +<P> +"You haven't taken my dare," he urged under this encouragement. +</P> + +<P> +"Please, please," she begged. "We can never marry, so don't let us +discuss it." +</P> + +<P> +"Then I copper your bet to lose." He was almost gay, now, for success +was coming faster than his fondest imagining. She liked him, without a +doubt; and without a doubt she liked him well enough to let him hold +her hand, well enough to be not repelled by the nearness of him. +</P> + +<P> +She shook her head. "No, it is impossible. You would lose your bet." +</P> + +<P> +For the first time a dark suspicion crossed Daylight's mind—a clew +that explained everything. +</P> + +<P> +"Say, you ain't been let in for some one of these secret marriages have +you?" +</P> + +<P> +The consternation in his voice and on his face was too much for her, +and her laugh rang out, merry and spontaneous as a burst of joy from +the throat of a bird. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight knew his answer, and, vexed with himself decided that action +was more efficient than speech. So he stepped between her and the wind +and drew her so that she stood close in the shelter of him. An +unusually stiff squall blew about them and thrummed overhead in the +tree-tops and both paused to listen. A shower of flying leaves +enveloped them, and hard on the heel of the wind came driving drops of +rain. He looked down on her and on her hair wind-blown about her face; +and because of her closeness to him and of a fresher and more poignant +realization of what she meant to him, he trembled so that she was aware +of it in the hand that held hers. +</P> + +<P> +She suddenly leaned against him, bowing her head until it rested +lightly upon his breast. And so they stood while another squall, with +flying leaves and scattered drops of rain, rattled past. With equal +suddenness she lifted her head and looked at him. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you know," she said, "I prayed last night about you. I prayed that +you would fail, that you would lose everything everything." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight stared his amazement at this cryptic utterance. "That sure +beats me. I always said I got out of my depth with women, and you've +got me out of my depth now. Why you want me to lose everything, seeing +as you like me—" +</P> + +<P> +"I never said so." +</P> + +<P> +"You didn't dast say you didn't. So, as I was saying: liking me, why +you'd want me to go broke is clean beyond my simple understanding. +It's right in line with that other puzzler of yours, the +more-you-like-me-the-less-you-want-to-marry-me one. Well, you've just +got to explain, that's all." +</P> + +<P> +His arms went around her and held her closely, and this time she did +not resist. Her head was bowed, and he had not see her face, yet he +had a premonition that she was crying. He had learned the virtue of +silence, and he waited her will in the matter. Things had come to such +a pass that she was bound to tell him something now. Of that he was +confident. +</P> + +<P> +"I am not romantic," she began, again looking at him as he spoke. +</P> + +<P> +"It might be better for me if I were. Then I could make a fool of +myself and be unhappy for the rest of my life. But my abominable +common sense prevents. And that doesn't make me a bit happier, either." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm still out of my depth and swimming feeble," Daylight said, after +waiting vainly for her to go on. "You've got to show me, and you ain't +shown me yet. Your common sense and praying that I'd go broke is all +up in the air to me. Little woman, I just love you mighty hard, and I +want you to marry me. That's straight and simple and right off the +bat. Will you marry me?" +</P> + +<P> +She shook her head slowly, and then, as she talked, seemed to grow +angry, sadly angry; and Daylight knew that this anger was against him. +</P> + +<P> +"Then let me explain, and just as straight and simply as you have +asked." She paused, as if casting about for a beginning. "You are +honest and straightforward. Do you want me to be honest and +straightforward as a woman is not supposed to be?—to tell you things +that will hurt you?—to make confessions that ought to shame me? to +behave in what many men would think was an unwomanly manner?" +</P> + +<P> +The arm around her shoulder pressed encouragement, but he did not speak. +</P> + +<P> +"I would dearly like to marry you, but I am afraid. I am proud and +humble at the same time that a man like you should care for me. But +you have too much money. There's where my abominable common sense +steps in. Even if we did marry, you could never be my man—my lover +and my husband. You would be your money's man. I know I am a foolish +woman, but I want my man for myself. You would not be free for me. +Your money possesses you, taking your time, your thoughts, your energy, +everything, bidding you go here and go there, do this and do that. +Don't you see? Perhaps it's pure silliness, but I feel that I can love +much, give much—give all, and in return, though I don't want all, I +want much—and I want much more than your money would permit you to +give me. +</P> + +<P> +"And your money destroys you; it makes you less and less nice. I am not +ashamed to say that I love you, because I shall never marry you. And I +loved you much when I did not know you at all, when you first came down +from Alaska and I first went into the office. You were my hero. You +were the Burning Daylight of the gold-diggings, the daring traveler and +miner. And you looked it. I don't see how any woman could have looked +at you without loving you—then. But you don't look it now. +</P> + +<P> +"Please, please, forgive me for hurting you. You wanted straight talk, +and I am giving it to you. All these last years you have been living +unnaturally. You, a man of the open, have been cooping yourself up in +the cities with all that that means. You are not the same man at all, +and your money is destroying you. You are becoming something different, +something not so healthy, not so clean, not so nice. Your money and +your way of life are doing it. You know it. You haven't the same body +now that you had then. You are putting on flesh, and it is not healthy +flesh. You are kind and genial with me, I know, but you are not kind +and genial to all the world as you were then. You have become harsh +and cruel. And I know. Remember, I have studied you six days a week, +month after month, year after year; and I know more about the most +insignificant parts of you than you know of all of me. The cruelty is +not only in your heart and thoughts, but it is there in face. It has +put its lines there. I have watched them come and grow. Your money, +and the life it compels you to lead have done all this. You are being +brutalized and degraded. And this process can only go on and on until +you are hopelessly destroyed—" +</P> + +<P> +He attempted to interrupt, but she stopped him, herself breathless and +her voice trembling. +</P> + +<P> +"No, no; let me finish utterly. I have done nothing but think, think, +think, all these months, ever since you came riding with me, and now +that I have begun to speak I am going to speak all that I have in me. +I do love you, but I cannot marry you and destroy love. You are +growing into a thing that I must in the end despise. You can't help +it. More than you can possibly love me, do you love this business +game. This business—and it's all perfectly useless, so far as you are +concerned—claims all of you. I sometimes think it would be easier to +share you equitably with another woman than to share you with this +business. I might have half of you, at any rate. But this business +would claim, not half of you, but nine-tenths of you, or ninety-nine +hundredths. +</P> + +<P> +"Remember, the meaning of marriage to me is not to get a man's money to +spend. I want the man. You say you want ME. And suppose I consented, +but gave you only one-hundredth part of me. Suppose there was something +else in my life that took the other ninety-nine parts, and, +furthermore, that ruined my figure, that put pouches under my eyes and +crows-feet in the corners, that made me unbeautiful to look upon and +that made my spirit unbeautiful. Would you be satisfied with that +one-hundredth part of me? Yet that is all you are offering me of +yourself. Do you wonder that I won't marry you?—that I can't?" +</P> + +<P> +Daylight waited to see if she were quite done, and she went on again. +</P> + +<P> +"It isn't that I am selfish. After all, love is giving, not receiving. +But I see so clearly that all my giving could not do you any good. You +are like a sick man. You don't play business like other men. You play +it heart and and all of you. No matter what you believed and intended +a wife would be only a brief diversion. There is that magnificent Bob, +eating his head off in the stable. You would buy me a beautiful +mansion and leave me in it to yawn my head off, or cry my eyes out +because of my helplessness and inability to save you. This disease of +business would be corroding you and marring you all the time. You play +it as you have played everything else, as in Alaska you played the life +of the trail. Nobody could be permitted to travel as fast and as far +as you, to work as hard or endure as much. You hold back nothing; you +put all you've got into whatever you are doing." +</P> + +<P> +"Limit is the sky," he grunted grim affirmation. +</P> + +<P> +"But if you would only play the lover-husband that way—" +</P> + +<P> +Her voice faltered and stopped, and a blush showed in her wet cheeks as +her eyes fell before his. +</P> + +<P> +"And now I won't say another word," she added. "I've delivered a whole +sermon." +</P> + +<P> +She rested now, frankly and fairly, in the shelter of his arms, and +both were oblivious to the gale that rushed past them in quicker and +stronger blasts. The big downpour of rain had not yet come, but the +mist-like squalls were more frequent. Daylight was openly perplexed, +and he was still perplexed when he began to speak. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm stumped. I'm up a tree. I'm clean flabbergasted, Miss Mason—or +Dede, because I love to call you that name. I'm free to confess +there's a mighty big heap in what you say. As I understand it, your +conclusion is that you'd marry me if I hadn't a cent and if I wasn't +getting fat. No, no; I'm not joking. I acknowledge the corn, and +that's just my way of boiling the matter down and summing it up. If I +hadn't a cent, and if I was living a healthy life with all the time in +the world to love you and be your husband instead of being awash to my +back teeth in business and all the rest—why, you'd marry me. +</P> + +<P> +"That's all as clear as print, and you're correcter than I ever guessed +before. You've sure opened my eyes a few. But I'm stuck. What can I +do? My business has sure roped, thrown, and branded me. I'm tied hand +and foot, and I can't get up and meander over green pastures. I'm like +the man that got the bear by the tail. I can't let go; and I want you, +and I've got to let go to get you. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know what to do, but something's sure got to happen—I can't +lose you. I just can't. And I'm not going to. Why, you're running +business a close second right now. Business never kept me awake nights. +</P> + +<P> +"You've left me no argument. I know I'm not the same man that came +from Alaska. I couldn't hit the trail with the dogs as I did in them +days. I'm soft in my muscles, and my mind's gone hard. I used to +respect men. I despise them now. You see, I spent all my life in the +open, and I reckon I'm an open-air man. Why, I've got the prettiest +little ranch you ever laid eyes on, up in Glen Ellen. That's where I +got stuck for that brick-yard. You recollect handling the +correspondence. I only laid eyes on the ranch that one time, and I so +fell in love with it that I bought it there and then. I just rode +around the hills, and was happy as a kid out of school. I'd be a +better man living in the country. The city doesn't make me better. +You're plumb right there. I know it. But suppose your prayer should +be answered and I'd go clean broke and have to work for day's wages?" +</P> + +<P> +She did not answer, though all the body of her seemed to urge consent. +</P> + +<P> +"Suppose I had nothing left but that little ranch, and was satisfied to +grow a few chickens and scratch a living somehow—would you marry me +then, Dede?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, we'd be together all the time!" she cried. +</P> + +<P> +"But I'd have to be out ploughing once in a while," he warned, "or +driving to town to get the grub." +</P> + +<P> +"But there wouldn't be the office, at any rate, and no man to see, and +men to see without end. But it is all foolish and impossible, and +we'll have to be starting back now if we're to escape the rain." +</P> + +<P> +Then was the moment, among the trees, where they began the descent of +the hill, that Daylight might have drawn her closely to him and kissed +her once. But he was too perplexed with the new thoughts she had put +into his head to take advantage of the situation. He merely caught her +by the arm and helped her over the rougher footing. +</P> + +<P> +"It's darn pretty country up there at Glen Ellen," he said +meditatively. "I wish you could see it." +</P> + +<P> +At the edge of the grove he suggested that it might be better for them +to part there. +</P> + +<P> +"It's your neighborhood, and folks is liable to talk." +</P> + +<P> +But she insisted that he accompany her as far as the house. +</P> + +<P> +"I can't ask you in," she said, extending her hand at the foot of the +steps. +</P> + +<P> +The wind was humming wildly in sharply recurrent gusts, but still the +rain held off. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you know," he said, "taking it by and large, it's the happiest day +of my life." He took off his hat, and the wind rippled and twisted his +black hair as he went on solemnly, "And I'm sure grateful to God, or +whoever or whatever is responsible for your being on this earth. For +you do like me heaps. It's been my joy to hear you say so to-day. +It's—" He left the thought arrested, and his face assumed the familiar +whimsical expression as he murmured: "Dede, Dede, we've just got to get +married. It's the only way, and trust to luck for it's coming out all +right—". +</P> + +<P> +But the tears were threatening to rise in her eyes again, as she shook +her head and turned and went up the steps. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0220"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XX +</H3> + +<P> +When the ferry system began to run, and the time between Oakland and +San Francisco was demonstrated to be cut in half, the tide of +Daylight's terrific expenditure started to turn. Not that it really +did turn, for he promptly went into further investments. Thousands of +lots in his residence tracts were sold, and thousands of homes were +being built. Factory sites also were selling, and business properties +in the heart of Oakland. All this tended to a steady appreciation in +value of Daylight's huge holdings. But, as of old, he had his hunch +and was riding it. Already he had begun borrowing from the banks. The +magnificent profits he made on the land he sold were turned into more +land, into more development; and instead of paying off old loans, he +contracted new ones. As he had pyramided in Dawson City, he now +pyramided in Oakland; but he did it with the knowledge that it was a +stable enterprise rather than a risky placer-mining boom. +</P> + +<P> +In a small way, other men were following his lead, buying and selling +land and profiting by the improvement work he was doing. But this was +to be expected, and the small fortunes they were making at his expense +did not irritate him. There was an exception, however. One Simon +Dolliver, with money to go in with, and with cunning and courage to +back it up, bade fair to become a several times millionaire at +Daylight's expense. Dolliver, too, pyramided, playing quickly and +accurately, and keeping his money turning over and over. More than +once Daylight found him in the way, as he himself had got in the way of +the Guggenhammers when they first set their eyes on Ophir Creek. +</P> + +<P> +Work on Daylight's dock system went on apace, yet was one of those +enterprises that consumed money dreadfully and that could not be +accomplished as quickly as a ferry system. The engineering +difficulties were great, the dredging and filling a cyclopean task. +The mere item of piling was anything but small. A good average pile, by +the time it was delivered on the ground, cost a twenty-dollar gold +piece, and these piles were used in unending thousands. All accessible +groves of mature eucalyptus were used, and as well, great rafts of pine +piles were towed down the coast from Peugeot Sound. +</P> + +<P> +Not content with manufacturing the electricity for his street railways +in the old-fashioned way, in power-houses, Daylight organized the +Sierra and Salvador Power Company. This immediately assumed large +proportions. Crossing the San Joaquin Valley on the way from the +mountains, and plunging through the Contra Costa hills, there were many +towns, and even a robust city, that could be supplied with power, also +with light; and it became a street- and house-lighting project as well. +As soon as the purchase of power sites in the Sierras was rushed +through, the survey parties were out and building operations begun. +</P> + +<P> +And so it went. There were a thousand maws into which he poured +unceasing streams of money. But it was all so sound and legitimate, +that Daylight, born gambler that he was, and with his clear, wide +vision, could not play softly and safely. It was a big opportunity, +and to him there was only one way to play it, and that was the big way. +Nor did his one confidential adviser, Larry Hegan, aid him to caution. +On the contrary, it was Daylight who was compelled to veto the wilder +visions of that able hasheesh dreamer. Not only did Daylight borrow +heavily from the banks and trust companies, but on several of his +corporations he was compelled to issue stock. He did this grudgingly +however, and retained most of his big enterprises of his own. Among +the companies in which he reluctantly allowed the investing public to +join were the Golden Gate Dock Company, and Recreation Parks Company, +the United Water Company, the Uncial Shipbuilding Company, and the +Sierra and Salvador Power Company. Nevertheless, between himself and +Hegan, he retained the controlling share in each of these enterprises. +</P> + +<P> +His affair with Dede Mason only seemed to languish. While delaying to +grapple with the strange problem it presented, his desire for her +continued to grow. In his gambling simile, his conclusion was that +Luck had dealt him the most remarkable card in the deck, and that for +years he had overlooked it. Love was the card, and it beat them all. +Love was the king card of trumps, the fifth ace, the joker in a game of +tenderfoot poker. It was the card of cards, and play it he would, to +the limit, when the opening came. He could not see that opening yet. +The present game would have to play to some sort of a conclusion first. +</P> + +<P> +Yet he could not shake from his brain and vision the warm recollection +of those bronze slippers, that clinging gown, and all the feminine +softness and pliancy of Dede in her pretty Berkeley rooms. Once again, +on a rainy Sunday, he telephoned that he was coming. And, as has +happened ever since man first looked upon woman and called her good, +again he played the blind force of male compulsion against the woman's +secret weakness to yield. Not that it was Daylight's way abjectly to +beg and entreat. On the contrary, he was masterful in whatever he did, +but he had a trick of whimsical wheedling that Dede found harder to +resist than the pleas of a suppliant lover. It was not a happy scene +in its outcome, for Dede, in the throes of her own desire, desperate +with weakness and at the same time with her better judgment hating her +weakness cried out:— +</P> + +<P> +"You urge me to try a chance, to marry you now and trust to luck for it +to come out right. And life is a gamble say. Very well, let us +gamble. Take a coin and toss it in the air. If it comes heads, I'll +marry you. If it doesn't, you are forever to leave me alone and never +mention marriage again." +</P> + +<P> +A fire of mingled love and the passion of gambling came into Daylight's +eyes. Involuntarily his hand started for his pocket for the coin. +Then it stopped, and the light in his eyes was troubled. +</P> + +<P> +"Go on," she ordered sharply. "Don't delay, or I may change my mind, +and you will lose the chance." +</P> + +<P> +"Little woman." His similes were humorous, but there was no humor in +their meaning. His thought was as solemn as his voice. "Little woman, +I'd gamble all the way from Creation to the Day of Judgment; I'd gamble +a golden harp against another man's halo; I'd toss for pennies on the +front steps of the New Jerusalem or set up a faro layout just outside +the Pearly Gates; but I'll be everlastingly damned if I'll gamble on +love. Love's too big to me to take a chance on. Love's got to be a +sure thing, and between you and me it is a sure thing. If the odds was +a hundred to one on my winning this flip, just the same, nary a flip." +</P> + +<P> +In the spring of the year the Great Panic came on. The first warning +was when the banks began calling in their unprotected loans. Daylight +promptly paid the first several of his personal notes that were +presented; then he divined that these demands but indicated the way the +wind was going to blow, and that one of those terrific financial storms +he had heard about was soon to sweep over the United States. How +terrific this particular storm was to be he did not anticipate. +Nevertheless, he took every precaution in his power, and had no anxiety +about his weathering it out. +</P> + +<P> +Money grew tighter. Beginning with the crash of several of the +greatest Eastern banking houses, the tightness spread, until every bank +in the country was calling in its credits. Daylight was caught, and +caught because of the fact that for the first time he had been playing +the legitimate business game. In the old days, such a panic, with the +accompanying extreme shrinkage of values, would have been a golden +harvest time for him. As it was, he watched the gamblers, who had +ridden the wave of prosperity and made preparation for the slump, +getting out from under and safely scurrying to cover or proceeding to +reap a double harvest. Nothing remained for him but to stand fast and +hold up. +</P> + +<P> +He saw the situation clearly. When the banks demanded that he pay his +loans, he knew that the banks were in sore need of the money. But he +was in sorer need. And he knew that the banks did not want his +collateral which they held. It would do them no good. In such a +tumbling of values was no time to sell. His collateral was good, all +of it, eminently sound and worth while; yet it was worthless at such a +moment, when the one unceasing cry was money, money, money. Finding +him obdurate, the banks demanded more collateral, and as the money +pinch tightened they asked for two and even three times as much as had +been originally accepted. Sometimes Daylight yielded to these demands, +but more often not, and always battling fiercely. +</P> + +<P> +He fought as with clay behind a crumbling wall. All portions of the +wall were menaced, and he went around constantly strengthening the +weakest parts with clay. This clay was money, and was applied, a sop +here and a sop there, as fast as it was needed, but only when it was +directly needed. The strength of his position lay in the Yerba Buena +Ferry Company, the Consolidated Street Railways, and the United Water +Company. Though people were no longer buying residence lots and factory +and business sites, they were compelled to ride on his cars and +ferry-boats and to consume his water. When all the financial world was +clamoring for money and perishing through lack of it, the first of each +month many thousands of dollars poured into his coffers from the +water-rates, and each day ten thousand dollars, in dime and nickels, +came in from his street railways and ferries. +</P> + +<P> +Cash was what was wanted, and had he had the use of all this steady +river of cash, all would have been well with him. As it was, he had to +fight continually for a portion of it. Improvement work ceased, and +only absolutely essential repairs were made. His fiercest fight was +with the operating expenses, and this was a fight that never ended. +There was never any let-up in his turning the thumb-screws of extended +credit and economy. From the big wholesale suppliers down through the +salary list to office stationery and postage stamps, he kept the +thumb-screws turning. When his superintendents and heads of +departments performed prodigies of cutting down, he patted them on the +back and demanded more. When they threw down their hands in despair, +he showed them how more could be accomplished. +</P> + +<P> +"You are getting eight thousand dollars a year," he told Matthewson. +"It's better pay than you ever got in your life before. Your fortune +is in the same sack with mine. You've got to stand for some of the +strain and risk. You've got personal credit in this town. Use it. +Stand off butcher and baker and all the rest. Savvee? You're drawing +down something like six hundred and sixty dollars a month. I want that +cash. From now on, stand everybody off and draw down a hundred. I'll +pay you interest on the rest till this blows over." +</P> + +<P> +Two weeks later, with the pay-roll before them, it was:— +</P> + +<P> +"Matthewson, who's this bookkeeper, Rogers? Your nephew? I thought +so. He's pulling down eighty-five a month. After—this let him draw +thirty-five. The forty can ride with me at interest." +</P> + +<P> +"Impossible!" Matthewson cried. "He can't make ends meet on his salary +as it is, and he has a wife and two kids—" +</P> + +<P> +Daylight was upon him with a mighty oath. +</P> + +<P> +"Can't! Impossible! What in hell do you think I'm running? A home for +feeble-minded? Feeding and dressing and wiping the little noses of a +lot of idiots that can't take care of themselves? Not on your life. +I'm hustling, and now's the time that everybody that works for me has +got to hustle. I want no fair-weather birds holding down my office +chairs or anything else. This is nasty weather, damn nasty weather, +and they've got to buck into it just like me. There are ten thousand +men out of work in Oakland right now, and sixty thousand more in San +Francisco. Your nephew, and everybody else on your pay-roll, can do as +I say right now or quit. Savvee? If any of them get stuck, you go +around yourself and guarantee their credit with the butchers and +grocers. And you trim down that pay-roll accordingly. I've been +carrying a few thousand folks that'll have to carry themselves for a +while now, that's all." +</P> + +<P> +"You say this filter's got to be replaced," he told his chief of the +water-works. "We'll see about it. Let the people of Oakland drink mud +for a change. It'll teach them to appreciate good water. Stop work at +once. Get those men off the pay-roll. Cancel all orders for material. +The contractors will sue? Let 'em sue and be damned. We'll be busted +higher'n a kite or on easy street before they can get judgment." +</P> + +<P> +And to Wilkinson: +</P> + +<P> +"Take off that owl boat. Let the public roar and come home early to +its wife. And there's that last car that connects with the 12:45 boat +at Twenty-second and Hastings. Cut it out. I can't run it for two or +three passengers. Let them take an earlier boat home or walk. This is +no time for philanthropy. And you might as well take off a few more +cars in the rush hours. Let the strap-hangers pay. It's the +strap-hangers that'll keep us from going under." +</P> + +<P> +And to another chief, who broke down under the excessive strain of +retrenchment:— +</P> + +<P> +"You say I can't do that and can't do this. I'll just show you a few +of the latest patterns in the can-and-can't line. You'll be compelled +to resign? All right, if you think so I never saw the man yet that I +was hard up for. And when any man thinks I can't get along without +him, I just show him the latest pattern in that line of goods and give +him his walking-papers." +</P> + +<P> +And so he fought and drove and bullied and even wheedled his way along. +It was fight, fight, fight, and no let-up, from the first thing in the +morning till nightfall. His private office saw throngs every day. All +men came to see him, or were ordered to come. Now it was an optimistic +opinion on the panic, a funny story, a serious business talk, or a +straight take-it-or-leave-it blow from the shoulder. And there was +nobody to relieve him. It was a case of drive, drive, drive, and he +alone could do the driving. And this went on day after day, while the +whole business world rocked around him and house after house crashed to +the ground. +</P> + +<P> +"It's all right, old man," he told Hegan every morning; and it was the +same cheerful word that he passed out all day long, except at such +times when he was in the thick of fighting to have his will with +persons and things. +</P> + +<P> +Eight o'clock saw him at his desk each morning. By ten o'clock, it was +into the machine and away for a round of the banks. And usually in the +machine with him was the ten thousand and more dollars that had been +earned by his ferries and railways the day before. This was for the +weakest spot in the financial dike. And with one bank president after +another similar scenes were enacted. They were paralyzed with fear, +and first of all he played his role of the big vital optimist. Times +were improving. +</P> + +<P> +Of course they were. The signs were already in the air. All that +anybody had to do was to sit tight a little longer and hold on. That +was all. Money was already more active in the East. Look at the +trading on Wall Street of the last twenty-four hours. +</P> + +<P> +That was the straw that showed the wind. Hadn't Ryan said so and so? +and wasn't it reported that Morgan was preparing to do this and that? +</P> + +<P> +As for himself, weren't the street-railway earnings increasing +steadily? In spite of the panic, more and more people were coming to +Oakland right along. Movements were already beginning in real estate. +He was dickering even then to sell over a thousand of his suburban +acres. Of course it was at a sacrifice, but it would ease the strain +on all of them and bolster up the faint-hearted. That was the +trouble—the faint-hearts. Had there been no faint-hearts there would +have been no panic. There was that Eastern syndicate, negotiating with +him now to take the majority of the stock in the Sierra and Salvador +Power Company off his hands. That showed confidence that better times +were at hand. +</P> + +<P> +And if it was not cheery discourse, but prayer and entreaty or show +down and fight on the part of the banks, Daylight had to counter in +kind. If they could bully, he could bully. If the favor he asked were +refused, it became the thing he demanded. And when it came down to raw +and naked fighting, with the last veil of sentiment or illusion torn +off, he could take their breaths away. +</P> + +<P> +But he knew, also, how and when to give in. When he saw the wall +shaking and crumbling irretrievably at a particular place, he patched +it up with sops of cash from his three cash-earning companies. If the +banks went, he went too. It was a case of their having to hold out. +If they smashed and all the collateral they held of his was thrown on +the chaotic market, it would be the end. And so it was, as the time +passed, that on occasion his red motor-car carried, in addition to the +daily cash, the most gilt-edged securities he possessed; namely, the +Ferry Company, United Water and Consolidated Railways. But he did this +reluctantly, fighting inch by inch. +</P> + +<P> +As he told the president of the Merchants San Antonio who made the plea +of carrying so many others:— +</P> + +<P> +"They're small fry. Let them smash. I'm the king pin here. You've got +more money to make out of me than them. Of course, you're carrying too +much, and you've got to choose, that's all. It's root hog or die for +you or them. I'm too strong to smash. You could only embarrass me and +get yourself tangled up. Your way out is to let the small fry go, and +I'll lend you a hand to do it." +</P> + +<P> +And it was Daylight, also, in this time of financial anarchy, who sized +up Simon Dolliver's affairs and lent the hand that sent that rival down +in utter failure. The Golden Gate National was the keystone of +Dolliver's strength, and to the president of that institution Daylight +said:— +</P> + +<P> +"Here I've been lending you a hand, and you now in the last ditch, with +Dolliver riding on you and me all the time. It don't go. You hear me, +it don't go. Dolliver couldn't cough up eleven dollars to save you. +Let him get off and walk, and I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give +you the railway nickels for four days—that's forty thousand cash. And +on the sixth of the month you can count on twenty thousand more from +the Water Company." He shrugged his shoulders. "Take it or leave it. +Them's my terms." +</P> + +<P> +"It's dog eat dog, and I ain't overlooking any meat that's floating +around," Daylight proclaimed that afternoon to Hegan; and Simon +Dolliver went the way of the unfortunate in the Great Panic who were +caught with plenty of paper and no money. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight's shifts and devices were amazing. Nothing however large or +small, passed his keen sight unobserved. The strain he was under was +terrific. He no longer ate lunch. The days were too short, and his +noon hours and his office were as crowded as at any other time. By the +end of the day he was exhausted, and, as never before, he sought relief +behind his wall of alcoholic inhibition. Straight to his hotel he was +driven, and straight to his rooms he went, where immediately was mixed +for him the first of a series of double Martinis. By dinner, his brain +was well clouded and the panic forgotten. By bedtime, with the +assistance of Scotch whiskey, he was full—not violently nor +uproariously full, nor stupefied, but merely well under the influence +of a pleasant and mild anesthetic. +</P> + +<P> +Next morning he awoke with parched lips and mouth, and with sensations +of heaviness in his head which quickly passed away. By eight o'clock he +was at his desk, buckled down to the fight, by ten o'clock on his +personal round of the banks, and after that, without a moment's +cessation, till nightfall, he was handling the knotty tangles of +industry, finance, and human nature that crowded upon him. And with +nightfall it was back to the hotel, the double Martinis and the Scotch; +and this was his program day after day until the days ran into weeks. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0221"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XXI +</H3> + +<P> +Though Daylight appeared among his fellows hearty voiced, +inexhaustible, spilling over with energy and vitality, deep down he was +a very weary man. And sometime under the liquor drug, snatches of +wisdom came to him far more lucidity than in his sober moments, as, for +instance, one night, when he sat on the edge of the bed with one shoe +in his hand and meditated on Dede's aphorism to the effect that he +could not sleep in more than one bed at a time. Still holding the +shoe, he looked at the array of horsehair bridles on the walls. Then, +carrying the shoe, he got up and solemnly counted them, journeying into +the two adjoining rooms to complete the tale. Then he came back to the +bed and gravely addressed his shoe:— +</P> + +<P> +"The little woman's right. Only one bed at a time. One hundred and +forty hair bridles, and nothing doing with ary one of them. One bridle +at a time! I can't ride one horse at a time. Poor old Bob. I'd +better be sending you out to pasture. Thirty million dollars, and a +hundred million or nothing in sight, and what have I got to show for +it? There's lots of things money can't buy. It can't buy the little +woman. It can't buy capacity. What's the good of thirty millions when +I ain't got room for more than a quart of cocktails a day? If I had a +hundred-quart-cocktail thirst, it'd be different. But one quart—one +measly little quart! Here I am, a thirty times over millionaire, +slaving harder every day than any dozen men that work for me, and all I +get is two meals that don't taste good, one bed, a quart of Martini, +and a hundred and forty hair bridles to look at on the wall." +</P> + +<P> +He stared around at the array disconsolately. "Mr. Shoe, I'm sizzled. +Good night." +</P> + +<P> +Far worse than the controlled, steady drinker is the solitary drinker, +and it was this that Daylight was developing into. He rarely drank +sociably any more, but in his own room, by himself. Returning weary +from each day's unremitting effort, he drugged himself to sleep, +knowing that on the morrow he would rise up with a dry and burning +mouth and repeat the program. +</P> + +<P> +But the country did not recover with its wonted elasticity. Money did +not become freer, though the casual reader of Daylight's newspapers, as +well as of all the other owned and subsidised newspapers in the +country, could only have concluded that the money tightness was over +and that the panic was past history. All public utterances were cheery +and optimistic, but privately many of the utterers were in desperate +straits. The scenes enacted in the privacy of Daylight's office, and +of the meetings of his boards of directors, would have given the lie to +the editorials in his newspapers; as, for instance, when he addressed +the big stockholders in the Sierra and Salvador Power Company, the +United Water Company, and the several other stock companies:— +</P> + +<P> +"You've got to dig. You've got a good thing, but you'll have to +sacrifice in order to hold on. There ain't no use spouting hard times +explanations. Don't I know the hard times is on? Ain't that what +you're here for? As I said before, you've got to dig. I run the +majority stock, and it's come to a case of assess. It's that or smash. +If ever I start going you won't know what struck you, I'll smash that +hard. The small fry can let go, but you big ones can't. This ship +won't sink as long as you stay with her. But if you start to leave +her, down you'll sure go before you can get to shore. This assessment +has got to be met that's all." +</P> + +<P> +The big wholesale supply houses, the caterers for his hotels, and all +the crowd that incessantly demanded to be paid, had their hot +half-hours with him. He summoned them to his office and displayed his +latest patterns of can and can't and will and won't. +</P> + +<P> +"By God, you've got to carry me!" he told them. "If you think this is +a pleasant little game of parlor whist and that you can quit and go +home whenever you want, you're plumb wrong. Look here, Watkins, you +remarked five minutes ago that you wouldn't stand for it. Now let me +tell you a few. You're going to stand for it and keep on standin's for +it. You're going to continue supplying me and taking my paper until +the pinch is over. How you're going to do it is your trouble, not +mine. You remember what I did to Klinkner and the Altamont Trust +Company? I know the inside of your business better than you do +yourself, and if you try to drop me I'll smash you. Even if I'd be +going to smash myself, I'd find a minute to turn on you and bring you +down with me. It's sink or swim for all of us, and I reckon you'll +find it to your interest to keep me on top the puddle." +</P> + +<P> +Perhaps his bitterest fight was with the stockholders of the United +Water Company, for it was practically the whole of the gross earnings +of this company that he voted to lend to himself and used to bolster up +his wide battle front. Yet he never pushed his arbitrary rule too far. +Compelling sacrifice from the men whose fortunes were tied up with his, +nevertheless when any one of them was driven to the wall and was in +dire need, Daylight was there to help him back into the line. Only a +strong man could have saved so complicated a situation in such time of +stress, and Daylight was that man. He turned and twisted, schemed and +devised, bludgeoned and bullied the weaker ones, kept the faint-hearted +in the fight, and had no mercy on the deserter. +</P> + +<P> +And in the end, when early summer was on, everything began to mend. +Came a day when Daylight did the unprecedented. He left the office an +hour earlier than usual, and for the reason that for the first time +since the panic there was not an item of work waiting to be done. He +dropped into Hegan's private office, before leaving, for a chat, and as +he stood up to go, he said:— +</P> + +<P> +"Hegan, we're all hunkadory. We're pulling out of the financial +pawnshop in fine shape, and we'll get out without leaving one +unredeemed pledge behind. The worst is over, and the end is in sight. +Just a tight rein for a couple more weeks, just a bit of a pinch or a +flurry or so now and then, and we can let go and spit on our hands." +</P> + +<P> +For once he varied his program. Instead of going directly to his +hotel, he started on a round of the bars and cafes, drinking a cocktail +here and a cocktail there, and two or three when he encountered men he +knew. It was after an hour or so of this that he dropped into the bar +of the Parthenon for one last drink before going to dinner. By this +time all his being was pleasantly warmed by the alcohol, and he was in +the most genial and best of spirits. At the corner of the bar several +young men were up to the old trick of resting their elbows and +attempting to force each other's hands down. One broad-shouldered +young giant never removed his elbow, but put down every hand that came +against him. Daylight was interested. +</P> + +<P> +"It's Slosson," the barkeeper told him, in answer to his query. "He's +the heavy-hammer thrower at the U.C. Broke all records this year, and +the world's record on top of it. He's a husky all right all right." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight nodded and went over to him, placing his own arm in opposition. +</P> + +<P> +"I'd like to go you a flutter, son, on that proposition," he said. +</P> + +<P> +The young man laughed and locked hands with him; and to Daylight's +astonishment it was his own hand that was forced down on the bar. +</P> + +<P> +"Hold on," he muttered. "Just one more flutter. I reckon I wasn't +just ready that time." +</P> + +<P> +Again the hands locked. It happened quickly. The offensive attack of +Daylight's muscles slipped instantly into defense, and, resisting +vainly, his hand was forced over and down. Daylight was dazed. It had +been no trick. The skill was equal, or, if anything, the superior +skill had been his. Strength, sheer strength, had done it. He called +for the drinks, and, still dazed and pondering, held up his own arm, +and looked at it as at some new strange thing. He did not know this +arm. It certainly was not the arm he had carried around with him all +the years. The old arm? Why, it would have been play to turn down that +young husky's. But this arm—he continued to look at it with such +dubious perplexity as to bring a roar of laughter from the young men. +</P> + +<P> +This laughter aroused him. He joined in it at first, and then his face +slowly grew grave. He leaned toward the hammer-thrower. +</P> + +<P> +"Son," he said, "let me whisper a secret. Get out of here and quit +drinking before you begin." +</P> + +<P> +The young fellow flushed angrily, but Daylight held steadily on. +</P> + +<P> +"You listen to your dad, and let him say a few. I'm a young man +myself, only I ain't. Let me tell you, several years ago for me to +turn your hand down would have been like committing assault and battery +on a kindergarten." +</P> + +<P> +Slosson looked his incredulity, while the others grinned and clustered +around Daylight encouragingly. +</P> + +<P> +"Son, I ain't given to preaching. This is the first time I ever come +to the penitent form, and you put me there yourself—hard. I've seen a +few in my time, and I ain't fastidious so as you can notice it. But +let me tell you right now that I'm worth the devil alone knows how many +millions, and that I'd sure give it all, right here on the bar, to turn +down your hand. Which means I'd give the whole shooting match just to +be back where I was before I quit sleeping under the stars and come +into the hen-coops of cities to drink cocktails and lift up my feet and +ride. Son, that's that's the matter with me, and that's the way I feel +about it. The game ain't worth the candle. You just take care of +yourself, and roll my advice over once in a while. Good night." +</P> + +<P> +He turned and lurched out of the place, the moral effect of his +utterance largely spoiled by the fact that he was so patently full +while he uttered it. +</P> + +<P> +Still in a daze, Daylight made to his hotel, accomplished his dinner, +and prepared for bed. +</P> + +<P> +"The damned young whippersnapper!" he muttered. "Put my hand down easy +as you please. My hand!" +</P> + +<P> +He held up the offending member and regarded it with stupid wonder. +The hand that had never been beaten! The hand that had made the Circle +City giants wince! And a kid from college, with a laugh on his face, +had put it down—twice! Dede was right. He was not the same man. The +situation would bear more serious looking into than he had ever given +it. But this was not the time. In the morning, after a good sleep, he +would give it consideration. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0222"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XXII +</H3> + +<P> +Daylight awoke with the familiar parched mouth and lips and throat, +took a long drink of water from the pitcher beside his bed, and +gathered up the train of thought where he had left it the night before. +He reviewed the easement of the financial strain. Things were mending +at last. While the going was still rough, the greatest dangers were +already past. As he had told Hegan, a tight rein and careful playing +were all that was needed now. Flurries and dangers were bound to come, +but not so grave as the ones they had already weathered. He had been +hit hard, but he was coming through without broken bones, which was +more than Simon Dolliver and many another could say. And not one of +his business friends had been ruined. He had compelled them to stay in +line to save himself, and they had been saved as well. +</P> + +<P> +His mind moved on to the incident at the corner of the bar of the +Parthenon, when the young athlete had turned his hand down. He was no +longer stunned by the event, but he was shocked and grieved, as only a +strong man can be, at this passing of his strength. And the issue was +too clear for him to dodge, even with himself. He knew why his hand +had gone down. Not because he was an old man. He was just in the +first flush of his prime, and, by rights, it was the hand of the +hammer-thrower which should have gone down. Daylight knew that he had +taken liberties with himself. He had always looked upon this strength +of his as permanent, and here, for years, it had been steadily oozing +from him. As he had diagnosed it, he had come in from under the stars +to roost in the coops of cities. He had almost forgotten how to walk. +He had lifted up his feet and been ridden around in automobiles, cabs +and carriages, and electric cars. He had not exercised, and he had +dry-rotted his muscles with alcohol. +</P> + +<P> +And was it worth it? What did all his money mean after all? Dede was +right. It could buy him no more than one bed at a time, and at the +same time it made him the abjectest of slaves. It tied him fast. He +was tied by it right now. Even if he so desired, he could not lie abed +this very day. His money called him. The office whistle would soon +blow, and he must answer it. The early sunshine was streaming through +his window—a fine day for a ride in the hills on Bob, with Dede beside +him on her Mab. Yet all his millions could not buy him this one day. +One of those flurries might come along, and he had to be on the spot to +meet it. Thirty millions! And they were powerless to persuade Dede to +ride on Mab—Mab, whom he had bought, and who was unused and growing +fat on pasture. What were thirty millions when they could not buy a +man a ride with the girl he loved? Thirty millions!—that made him +come here and go there, that rode upon him like so many millstones, +that destroyed him while they grew, that put their foot down and +prevented him from winning this girl who worked for ninety dollars a +month. +</P> + +<P> +Which was better? he asked himself. All this was Dede's own thought. +It was what she had meant when she prayed he would go broke. He held +up his offending right arm. It wasn't the same old arm. Of course she +could not love that arm and that body as she had loved the strong, +clean arm and body of years before. He didn't like that arm and body +himself. A young whippersnapper had been able to take liberties with +it. It had gone back on him. He sat up suddenly. No, by God, he had +gone back on it! He had gone back on himself. He had gone back on +Dede. She was right, a thousand times right, and she had sense enough +to know it, sense enough to refuse to marry a money slave with a +whiskey-rotted carcass. +</P> + +<P> +He got out of bed and looked at himself in the long mirror on the +wardrobe door. He wasn't pretty. The old-time lean cheeks were gone. +These were heavy, seeming to hang down by their own weight. He looked +for the lines of cruelty Dede had spoken of, and he found them, and he +found the harshness in the eyes as well, the eyes that were muddy now +after all the cocktails of the night before, and of the months and +years before. He looked at the clearly defined pouches that showed +under his eyes, and they've shocked him. He rolled up the sleeve of +his pajamas. No wonder the hammer-thrower had put his hand down. +Those weren't muscles. A rising tide of fat had submerged them. He +stripped off the pajama coat. Again he was shocked, this time but the +bulk of his body. It wasn't pretty. The lean stomach had become a +paunch. The ridged muscles of chest and shoulders and abdomen had +broken down into rolls of flesh. +</P> + +<P> +He sat down on the bed, and through his mind drifted pictures of his +youthful excellence, of the hardships he had endured over other men, of +the Indians and dogs he had run off their legs in the heart-breaking +days and nights on the Alaskan trail, of the feats of strength that had +made him king over a husky race of frontiersmen. +</P> + +<P> +And this was age. Then there drifted across the field of vision of his +mind's eye the old man he had encountered at Glen Ellen, corning up the +hillside through the fires of sunset, white-headed and white-bearded, +eighty-four, in his hand the pail of foaming milk and in his face all +the warm glow and content of the passing summer day. That had been +age. "Yes siree, eighty-four, and spryer than most," he could hear the +old man say. "And I ain't loafed none. I walked across the Plains with +an ox-team and fit Injuns in '51, and I was a family man then with +seven youngsters." +</P> + +<P> +Next he remembered the old woman of the chaparral, pressing grapes in +her mountain clearing; and Ferguson, the little man who had scuttled +into the road like a rabbit, the one-time managing editor of a great +newspaper, who was content to live in the chaparral along with his +spring of mountain water and his hand-reared and manicured fruit trees. +Ferguson had solved a problem. A weakling and an alcoholic, he had run +away from the doctors and the chicken-coop of a city, and soaked up +health like a thirsty sponge. Well, Daylight pondered, if a sick man +whom the doctors had given up could develop into a healthy farm +laborer, what couldn't a merely stout man like himself do under similar +circumstances? He caught a vision of his body with all its youthful +excellence returned, and thought of Dede, and sat down suddenly on the +bed, startled by the greatness of the idea that had come to him. +</P> + +<P> +He did not sit long. His mind, working in its customary way, like a +steel trap, canvassed the idea in all its bearings. It was big—bigger +than anything he had faced before. And he faced it squarely, picked it +up in his two hands and turned it over and around and looked at it. +The simplicity of it delighted him. He chuckled over it, reached his +decision, and began to dress. Midway in the dressing he stopped in +order to use the telephone. +</P> + +<P> +Dede was the first he called up. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't come to the office this morning," he said. "I'm coming out to +see you for a moment." He called up others. He ordered his motor-car. +To Jones he gave instructions for the forwarding of Bob and Wolf to +Glen Ellen. Hegan he surprised by asking him to look up the deed of +the Glen Ellen ranch and make out a new one in Dede Mason's name. +"Who?" Hegan demanded. "Dede Mason," Daylight replied imperturbably +the 'phone must be indistinct this morning. "D-e-d-e M-a-s o-n. Got +it?" +</P> + +<P> +Half an hour later he was flying out to Berkeley. And for the first +time the big red car halted directly before the house. Dede offered to +receive him in the parlor, but he shook his head and nodded toward her +rooms. +</P> + +<P> +"In there," he said. "No other place would suit." +</P> + +<P> +As the door closed, his arms went out and around her. Then he stood +with his hands on her shoulders and looking down into her face. +</P> + +<P> +"Dede, if I tell you, flat and straight, that I'm going up to live on +that ranch at Glen Ellen, that I ain't taking a cent with me, that I'm +going to scratch for every bite I eat, and that I ain't going to play +ary a card at the business game again, will you come along with me?" +</P> + +<P> +She gave a glad little cry, and he nestled her in closely. But the +next moment she had thrust herself out from him to the old position at +arm's length. +</P> + +<P> +"I—I don't understand," she said breathlessly. +</P> + +<P> +"And you ain't answered my proposition, though I guess no answer is +necessary. We're just going to get married right away and start. I've +sent Bob and Wolf along already. When will you be ready?" +</P> + +<P> +Dede could not forbear to smile. "My, what a hurricane of a man it is. +I'm quite blown away. And you haven't explained a word to me." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight smiled responsively. +</P> + +<P> +"Look here, Dede, this is what card-sharps call a show-down. No more +philandering and frills and long-distance sparring between you and me. +We're just going to talk straight out in meeting—the truth, the whole +truth, and nothing but the truth. Now you answer some questions for +me, and then I'll answer yours." +</P> + +<P> +He paused. "Well, I've got only one question after all: Do you love me +enough to marry me?" +</P> + +<P> +"But—" she began. +</P> + +<P> +"No buts," he broke in sharply. "This is a show-down. When I say +marry, I mean what I told you at first, that we'd go up and live on the +ranch. Do you love me enough for that?" +</P> + +<P> +She looked at him for a moment, then her lids dropped, and all of her +seemed to advertise consent. +</P> + +<P> +"Come on, then, let's start." The muscles of his legs tensed +involuntarily as if he were about to lead her to the door. "My auto's +waiting outside. There's nothing to delay excepting getting on your +hat." +</P> + +<P> +He bent over her. "I reckon it's allowable," he said, as he kissed her. +</P> + +<P> +It was a long embrace, and she was the first to speak. +</P> + +<P> +"You haven't answered my questions. How is this possible? How can you +leave your business? Has anything happened?" +</P> + +<P> +"No, nothing's happened yet, but it's going to, blame quick. I've taken +your preaching to heart, and I've come to the penitent form. You are +my Lord God, and I'm sure going to serve you. The rest can go to +thunder. You were sure right. I've been the slave to my money, and +since I can't serve two masters I'm letting the money slide. I'd +sooner have you than all the money in the world, that's all." Again he +held her closely in his arms. "And I've sure got you, Dede. I've sure +got you. +</P> + +<P> +"And I want to tell you a few more. I've taken my last drink. You're +marrying a whiskey-soak, but your husband won't be that. He's going to +grow into another man so quick you won't know him. A couple of months +from now, up there in Glen Ellen, you'll wake up some morning and find +you've got a perfect stranger in the house with you, and you'll have to +get introduced to him all over again. You'll say, 'I'm Mrs. Harnish, +who are you?' And I'll say, 'I'm Elam Harnish's younger brother. I've +just arrived from Alaska to attend the funeral.' 'What funeral?' you'll +say. And I'll say, 'Why, the funeral of that good-for-nothing, +gambling, whiskey-drinking Burning Daylight—the man that died of fatty +degeneration of the heart from sitting in night and day at the business +game 'Yes ma'am,' I'll say, 'he's sure a gone 'coon, but I've come to +take his place and make you happy. And now, ma'am, if you'll allow me, +I'll just meander down to the pasture and milk the cow while you're +getting breakfast.'" +</P> + +<P> +Again he caught her hand and made as if to start with her for the door. +When she resisted, he bent and kissed her again and again. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm sure hungry for you, little woman," he murmured "You make thirty +millions look like thirty cents." +</P> + +<P> +"Do sit down and be sensible," she urged, her cheeks flushed, the +golden light in her eyes burning more golden than he had ever seen it +before. +</P> + +<P> +But Daylight was bent on having his way, and when he sat down it was +with her beside him and his arm around her. +</P> + +<P> +"'Yes, ma'am,' I'll say, 'Burning Daylight was a pretty good cuss, but +it's better that he's gone. He quit rolling up in his rabbit-skins and +sleeping in the snow, and went to living in a chicken-coop. He lifted +up his legs and quit walking and working, and took to existing on +Martini cocktails and Scotch whiskey. He thought he loved you, ma'am, +and he did his best, but he loved his cocktails more, and he loved his +money more, and himself more, and 'most everything else more than he +did you.' And then I'll say, 'Ma'am, you just run your eyes over me and +see how different I am. I ain't got a cocktail thirst, and all the +money I got is a dollar and forty cents and I've got to buy a new ax, +the last one being plumb wore out, and I can love you just about eleven +times as much as your first husband did. You see, ma'am, he went all +to fat. And there ain't ary ounce of fat on me.' And I'll roll up my +sleeve and show you, and say, 'Mrs. Harnish, after having experience +with being married to that old fat money-bags, do you-all mind marrying +a slim young fellow like me?' And you'll just wipe a tear away for poor +old Daylight, and kind of lean toward me with a willing expression in +your eye, and then I'll blush maybe some, being a young fellow, and put +my arm around you, like that, and then—why, then I'll up and marry my +brother's widow, and go out and do the chores while she's cooking a +bite to eat." +</P> + +<P> +"But you haven't answered my questions," she reproached him, as she +emerged, rosy and radiant, from the embrace that had accompanied the +culmination of his narrative. +</P> + +<P> +"Now just what do you want to know?" he asked. +</P> + +<P> +"I want to know how all this is possible? How you are able to leave +your business at a time like this? What you meant by saying that +something was going to happen quickly? I—" She hesitated and blushed. +"I answered your question, you know." +</P> + +<P> +"Let's go and get married," he urged, all the whimsicality of his +utterance duplicated in his eyes. "You know I've got to make way for +that husky young brother of mine, and I ain't got long to live." She +made an impatient moue, and he continued seriously. +</P> + +<P> +"You see, it's like this, Dede. I've been working like forty horses +ever since this blamed panic set in, and all the time some of those +ideas you'd given me were getting ready to sprout. Well, they sprouted +this morning, that's all. I started to get up, expecting to go to the +office as usual. But I didn't go to the office. All that sprouting +took place there and then. The sun was shining in the window, and I +knew it was a fine day in the hills. And I knew I wanted to ride in +the hills with you just about thirty million times more than I wanted +to go to the office. And I knew all the time it was impossible. And +why? Because of the office. The office wouldn't let me. All my money +reared right up on its hind legs and got in the way and wouldn't let +me. It's a way that blamed money has of getting in the way. You know +that yourself. +</P> + +<P> +"And then I made up my mind that I was to the dividing of the ways. +One way led to the office. The other way led to Berkeley. And I took +the Berkeley road. I'm never going to set foot in the office again. +That's all gone, finished, over and done with, and I'm letting it slide +clean to smash and then some. My mind's set on this. You see, I've +got religion, and it's sure the old-time religion; it's love and you, +and it's older than the oldest religion in the world. It's IT, that's +what it is—IT, with a capital I-T." +</P> + +<P> +She looked at him with a sudden, startled expression. +</P> + +<P> +"You mean—?" she began. +</P> + +<P> +"I mean just that. I'm wiping the slate clean. I'm letting it all go +to smash. When them thirty million dollars stood up to my face and +said I couldn't go out with you in the hills to-day, I knew the time +had come for me to put my foot down. And I'm putting it down. I've +got you, and my strength to work for you, and that little ranch in +Sonoma. That's all I want, and that's all I'm going to save out, along +with Bob and Wolf, a suit case and a hundred and forty hair bridles. +All the rest goes, and good riddance. It's that much junk." +</P> + +<P> +But Dede was insistent. +</P> + +<P> +"Then this—this tremendous loss is all unnecessary?" she asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Just what I haven't been telling you. It IS necessary. If that money +thinks it can stand up right to my face and say I can't go riding with +you—" +</P> + +<P> +"No, no; be serious," Dede broke in. "I don't mean that, and you know +it. What I want to know is, from a standpoint of business, is this +failure necessary?" +</P> + +<P> +He shook his head. +</P> + +<P> +"You bet it isn't necessary. That's the point of it. I'm not letting +go of it because I'm licked to a standstill by the panic and have got +to let go. I'm firing it out when I've licked the panic and am +winning, hands down. That just shows how little I think of it. It's +you that counts, little woman, and I make my play accordingly." +</P> + +<P> +But she drew away from his sheltering arms. +</P> + +<P> +"You are mad, Elam." +</P> + +<P> +"Call me that again," he murmured ecstatically. "It's sure sweeter +than the chink of millions." +</P> + +<P> +All this she ignored. +</P> + +<P> +"It's madness. You don't know what you are doing—" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, yes, I do," he assured her. "I'm winning the dearest wish of my +heart. Why, your little finger is worth more—" +</P> + +<P> +"Do be sensible for a moment." +</P> + +<P> +"I was never more sensible in my life. I know what I want, and I'm +going to get it. I want you and the open air. I want to get my foot +off the paving-stones and my ear away from the telephone. I want a +little ranch-house in one of the prettiest bits of country God ever +made, and I want to do the chores around that ranch-house—milk cows, +and chop wood, and curry horses, and plough the ground, and all the +rest of it; and I want you there in the ranch-house with me. I'm plumb +tired of everything else, and clean wore out. And I'm sure the +luckiest man alive, for I've got what money can't buy. I've got you, +and thirty millions couldn't buy you, nor three thousand millions, nor +thirty cents—" +</P> + +<P> +A knock at the door interrupted him, and he was left to stare +delightedly at the Crouched Venus and on around the room at Dede's +dainty possessions, while she answered the telephone. +</P> + +<P> +"It is Mr. Hegan," she said, on returning. "He is holding the line. +He says it is important." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight shook his head and smiled. +</P> + +<P> +"Please tell Mr. Hegan to hang up. I'm done with the office and I +don't want to hear anything about anything." +</P> + +<P> +A minute later she was back again. +</P> + +<P> +"He refuses to hang up. He told me to tell you that Unwin is in the +office now, waiting to see you, and Harrison, too. Mr. Hegan said that +Grimshaw and Hodgkins are in trouble. That it looks as if they are +going to break. And he said something about protection." +</P> + +<P> +It was startling information. Both Unwin and Harrison represented big +banking corporations, and Daylight knew that if the house of Grimshaw +and Hodgkins went it would precipitate a number of failures and start a +flurry of serious dimensions. But Daylight smiled, and shook his head, +and mimicked the stereotyped office tone of voice as he said:— +</P> + +<P> +"Miss Mason, you will kindly tell Mr. Hegan that there is nothing doing +and to hang up." +</P> + +<P> +"But you can't do this," she pleaded. +</P> + +<P> +"Watch me," he grimly answered. +</P> + +<P> +"Elam!" +</P> + +<P> +"Say it again," he cried. "Say it again, and a dozen Grimshaws and +Hodgkins can smash!" +</P> + +<P> +He caught her by the hand and drew her to him. +</P> + +<P> +"You let Hegan hang on to that line till he's tired. We can't be +wasting a second on him on a day like this. He's only in love with +books and things, but I've got a real live woman in my arms that's +loving me all the time she's kicking over the traces." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0223"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XXIII +</H3> + +<P> +"But I know something of the fight you have been making," Dede +contended. "If you stop now, all the work you have done, everything, +will be destroyed. You have no right to do it. You can't do it." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight was obdurate. He shook his head and smiled tantalizingly. +</P> + +<P> +"Nothing will be destroyed, Dede, nothing. You don't understand this +business game. It's done on paper. Don't you see? Where's the gold I +dug out of Klondike? Why, it's in twenty-dollar gold pieces, in gold +watches, in wedding rings. No matter what happens to me, the +twenty-dollar pieces, the watches, and the wedding rings remain. +Suppose I died right now. It wouldn't affect the gold one iota. It's +sure the same with this present situation. All I stand for is paper. +I've got the paper for thousands of acres of land. All right. Burn up +the paper, and burn me along with it. The land remains, don't it? The +rain falls on it, the seeds sprout in it, the trees grow out of it, the +houses stand on it, the electric cars run over it. It's paper that +business is run on. I lose my paper, or I lose my life, it's all the +same; it won't alter one grain of sand in all that land, or twist one +blade of grass around sideways. +</P> + +<P> +"Nothing is going to be lost—not one pile out of the docks, not one +railroad spike, not one ounce of steam out of the gauge of a +ferry-boat. The cars will go on running, whether I hold the paper or +somebody else holds it. The tide has set toward Oakland. People are +beginning to pour in. We're selling building lots again. There is no +stopping that tide. No matter what happens to me or the paper, them +three hundred thousand folks are coming in the same. And there'll be +cars to carry them around, and houses to hold them, and good water for +them to drink and electricity to give them light, and all the rest." +</P> + +<P> +By this time Hegan had arrived in an automobile. The honk of it came +in through the open window, and they saw, it stop alongside the big red +machine. In the car were Unwin and Harrison, while Jones sat with the +chauffeur. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll see Hegan," Daylight told Dede. "There's no need for the rest. +They can wait in the machine." +</P> + +<P> +"Is he drunk?" Hegan whispered to Dede at the door. +</P> + +<P> +She shook her head and showed him in. +</P> + +<P> +"Good morning, Larry," was Daylight's greeting. "Sit down and rest +your feet. You sure seem to be in a flutter." +</P> + +<P> +"I am," the little Irishman snapped back. "Grimshaw and Hodgkins are +going to smash if something isn't done quick. Why didn't you come to +the office? What are you going to do about it?" +</P> + +<P> +"Nothing," Daylight drawled lazily. "Except let them smash, I guess—" +</P> + +<P> +"But—" +</P> + +<P> +"I've had no dealings with Grimshaw and Hodgkins. I don't owe them +anything. Besides, I'm going to smash myself. Look here, Larry, you +know me. You know when I make up my mind I mean it. Well, I've sure +made up my mind. I'm tired of the whole game. I'm letting go of it as +fast as I can, and a smash is the quickest way to let go." +</P> + +<P> +Hegan stared at his chief, then passed his horror-stricken gaze on to +Dede, who nodded in sympathy. +</P> + +<P> +"So let her smash, Larry," Daylight went on. "All you've got to do is +to protect yourself and all our friends. Now you listen to me while I +tell you what to do. Everything is in good shape to do it. Nobody +must get hurt. Everybody that stood by me must come through without +damage. All the back wages and salaries must be paid pronto. All the +money I've switched away from the water company, the street cars, and +the ferries must be switched back. And you won't get hurt yourself +none. Every company you got stock in will come through—" +</P> + +<P> +"You are crazy, Daylight!" the little lawyer cried out. "This is all +babbling lunacy. What is the matter with you? You haven't been eating +a drug or something?" +</P> + +<P> +"I sure have!" Daylight smiled reply. "And I'm now coughing it up. +I'm sick of living in a city and playing business—I'm going off to the +sunshine, and the country, and the green grass. And Dede, here, is +going with me. So you've got the chance to be the first to +congratulate me." +</P> + +<P> +"Congratulate the—the devil!" Hegan spluttered. "I'm not going to +stand for this sort of foolishness." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, yes, you are; because if you don't there'll be a bigger smash and +some folks will most likely get hurt. You're worth a million or more +yourself, now, and if you listen to me you come through with a whole +skin. I want to get hurt, and get hurt to the limit. That's what I'm +looking for, and there's no man or bunch of men can get between me and +what I'm looking for. Savvee, Hegan? Savvee?" +</P> + +<P> +"What have you done to him?" Hegan snarled at Dede. +</P> + +<P> +"Hold on there, Larry." For the first time Daylight's voice was sharp, +while all the old lines of cruelty in his face stood forth. "Miss +Mason is going to be my wife, and while I don't mind your talking to +her all you want, you've got to use a different tone of voice or you'll +be heading for a hospital, which will sure be an unexpected sort of +smash. And let me tell you one other thing. This-all is my doing. +She says I'm crazy, too." +</P> + +<P> +Hegan shook his head in speechless sadness and continued to stare. +</P> + +<P> +"There'll be temporary receiverships, of course," Daylight advised; +"but they won't bother none or last long. What you must do immediately +is to save everybody—the men that have been letting their wages ride +with me, all the creditors, and all the concerns that have stood by. +There's the wad of land that New Jersey crowd has been dickering for. +They'll take all of a couple of thousand acres and will close now if +you give them half a chance. That Fairmount section is the cream of +it, and they'll dig up as high as a thousand dollars an acre for a part +of it. That'll help out some. That five-hundred acre tract beyond, +you'll be lucky if they pay two hundred an acre." +</P> + +<P> +Dede, who had been scarcely listening, seemed abruptly to make up her +mind, and stepped forward where she confronted the two men. Her face +was pale, but set with determination, so that Daylight, looking at it, +was reminded of the day when she first rode Bob. +</P> + +<P> +"Wait," she said. "I want to say something. Elam, if you do this +insane thing, I won't marry you. I refuse to marry you." +</P> + +<P> +Hegan, in spite of his misery, gave her a quick, grateful look. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll take my chance on that," Daylight began. +</P> + +<P> +"Wait!" she again interrupted. "And if you don't do this thing, I will +marry you." +</P> + +<P> +"Let me get this proposition clear." Daylight spoke with exasperating +slowness and deliberation. "As I understand it, if I keep right on at +the business game, you'll sure marry me? You'll marry me if I keep on +working my head off and drinking Martinis?" +</P> + +<P> +After each question he paused, while she nodded an affirmation. +</P> + +<P> +"And you'll marry me right away?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes." +</P> + +<P> +"To-day? Now?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes." +</P> + +<P> +He pondered for a moment. +</P> + +<P> +"No, little woman, I won't do it. It won't work, and you know it +yourself. I want you—all of you; and to get it I'll have to give you +all of myself, and there'll be darn little of myself left over to give +if I stay with the business game. Why, Dede, with you on the ranch +with me, I'm sure of you—and of myself. I'm sure of you, anyway. You +can talk will or won't all you want, but you're sure going to marry me +just the same. And now, Larry, you'd better be going. I'll be at the +hotel in a little while, and since I'm not going a step into the office +again, bring all papers to sign and the rest over to my rooms. And you +can get me on the 'phone there any time. This smash is going through. +Savvee? I'm quit and done." +</P> + +<P> +He stood up as a sign for Hegan to go. The latter was plainly stunned. +He also rose to his feet, but stood looking helplessly around. +</P> + +<P> +"Sheer, downright, absolute insanity," he muttered. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight put his hand on the other's shoulder. +</P> + +<P> +"Buck up, Larry. You're always talking about the wonders of human +nature, and here I am giving you another sample of it and you ain't +appreciating it. I'm a bigger dreamer than you are, that's all, and +I'm sure dreaming what's coming true. It's the biggest, best dream I +ever had, and I'm going after it to get it—" +</P> + +<P> +"By losing all you've got," Hegan exploded at him. +</P> + +<P> +"Sure—by losing all I've got that I don't want. But I'm hanging on to +them hundred and forty hair bridles just the same. Now you'd better +hustle out to Unwin and Harrison and get on down town. I'll be at the +hotel, and you can call me up any time." +</P> + +<P> +He turned to Dede as soon as Hegan was gone, and took her by the hand. +</P> + +<P> +"And now, little woman, you needn't come to the office any more. +Consider yourself discharged. And remember I was your employer, so +you've got to come to me for recommendation, and if you're not real +good, I won't give you one. In the meantime, you just rest up and +think about what things you want to pack, because we'll just about have +to set up housekeeping on your stuff—leastways, the front part of the +house." +</P> + +<P> +"But, Elam, I won't, I won't! If you do this mad thing I never will +marry you." +</P> + +<P> +She attempted to take her hand away, but he closed on it with a +protecting, fatherly clasp. +</P> + +<P> +"Will you be straight and honest? All right, here goes. Which would +you sooner have—me and the money, or me and the ranch?" +</P> + +<P> +"But—" she began. +</P> + +<P> +"No buts. Me and the money?" +</P> + +<P> +She did not answer. +</P> + +<P> +"Me and the ranch?" +</P> + +<P> +Still she did not answer, and still he was undisturbed. +</P> + +<P> +"You see, I know your answer, Dede, and there's nothing more to say. +Here's where you and I quit and hit the high places for Sonoma. You +make up your mind what you want to pack, and I'll have some men out +here in a couple of days to do it for you. It will be about the last +work anybody else ever does for us. You and I will do the unpacking +and the arranging ourselves." +</P> + +<P> +She made a last attempt. +</P> + +<P> +"Elam, won't you be reasonable? There is time to reconsider. I can +telephone down and catch Mr. Hegan as soon as he reaches the office—" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, I'm the only reasonable man in the bunch right now," he rejoined. +"Look at me—as calm as you please, and as happy as a king, while +they're fluttering around like a lot of cranky hens whose heads are +liable to be cut off." +</P> + +<P> +"I'd cry, if I thought it would do any good," she threatened. +</P> + +<P> +"In which case I reckon I'd have to hold you in my arms some more and +sort of soothe you down," he threatened back. "And now I'm going to +go. It's too bad you got rid of Mab. You could have sent her up to +the ranch. But see you've got a mare to ride of some sort or other." +</P> + +<P> +As he stood at the top of the steps, leaving, she said:— +</P> + +<P> +"You needn't send those men. There will be no packing, because I am +not going to marry you." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm not a bit scared," he answered, and went down the steps. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0224"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XXIV +</H3> + +<P> +Three days later, Daylight rode to Berkeley in his red car. It was for +the last time, for on the morrow the big machine passed into another's +possession. It had been a strenuous three days, for his smash had been +the biggest the panic had precipitated in California. The papers had +been filled with it, and a great cry of indignation had gone up from +the very men who later found that Daylight had fully protected their +interests. It was these facts, coming slowly to light, that gave rise +to the widely repeated charge that Daylight had gone insane. It was +the unanimous conviction among business men that no sane man could +possibly behave in such fashion. On the other hand, neither his +prolonged steady drinking nor his affair with Dede became public, so +the only conclusion attainable was that the wild financier from Alaska +had gone lunatic. And Daylight had grinned and confirmed the suspicion +by refusing to see the reporters. +</P> + +<P> +He halted the automobile before Dede's door, and met her with his same +rushing tactics, enclosing her in his arms before a word could be +uttered. Not until afterward, when she had recovered herself from him +and got him seated, did he begin to speak. +</P> + +<P> +"I've done it," he announced. "You've seen the newspapers, of course. +I'm plumb cleaned out, and I've just called around to find out what day +you feel like starting for Glen Ellen. It'll have to be soon, for it's +real expensive living in Oakland these days. My board at the hotel is +only paid to the end of the week, and I can't afford to stay after +that. And beginning with to-morrow I've got to use the street cars, +and they sure eat up the nickels." +</P> + +<P> +He paused, and waited, and looked at her. Indecision and trouble +showed on her face. Then the smile he knew so well began to grow on +her lips and in her eyes, until she threw back her head and laughed in +the old forthright boyish way. +</P> + +<P> +"When are those men coming to pack for me?" she asked. +</P> + +<P> +And again she laughed and simulated a vain attempt to escape his +bearlike arms. +</P> + +<P> +"Dear Elam," she whispered; "dear Elam." And of herself, for the first +time, she kissed him. +</P> + +<P> +She ran her hand caressingly through his hair. +</P> + +<P> +"Your eyes are all gold right now," he said. "I can look in them and +tell just how much you love me." +</P> + +<P> +"They have been all gold for you, Elam, for a long time. I think, on +our little ranch, they will always be all gold." +</P> + +<P> +"Your hair has gold in it, too, a sort of fiery gold." He turned her +face suddenly and held it between his hands and looked long into her +eyes. "And your eyes were full of gold only the other day, when you +said you wouldn't marry me." +</P> + +<P> +She nodded and laughed. +</P> + +<P> +"You would have your will," she confessed. "But I couldn't be a party +to such madness. All that money was yours, not mine. But I was loving +you all the time, Elam, for the great big boy you are, breaking the +thirty-million toy with which you had grown tired of playing. And when +I said no, I knew all the time it was yes. And I am sure that my eyes +were golden all the time. I had only one fear, and that was that you +would fail to lose everything. Because, dear, I knew I should marry +you anyway, and I did so want just you and the ranch and Bob and Wolf +and those horse-hair bridles. Shall I tell you a secret? As soon as +you left, I telephoned the man to whom I sold Mab." +</P> + +<P> +She hid her face against his breast for an instant, and then looked at +him again, gladly radiant. +</P> + +<P> +"You see, Elam, in spite of what my lips said, my mind was made up +then. I—I simply had to marry you. But I was praying you would +succeed in losing everything. And so I tried to find what had become +of Mab. But the man had sold her and did not know what had become of +her. You see, I wanted to ride with you over the Glen Ellen hills, on +Mab and you on Bob, just as I had ridden with you through the Piedmont +hills." +</P> + +<P> +The disclosure of Mab's whereabouts trembled on Daylight's lips, but he +forbore. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll promise you a mare that you'll like just as much as Mab," he said. +</P> + +<P> +But Dede shook her head, and on that one point refused to be comforted. +</P> + +<P> +"Now, I've got an idea," Daylight said, hastening to get the +conversation on less perilous ground. "We're running away from cities, +and you have no kith nor kin, so it don't seem exactly right that we +should start off by getting married in a city. So here's the idea: +I'll run up to the ranch and get things in shape around the house and +give the caretaker his walking-papers. You follow me in a couple of +days, coming on the morning train. I'll have the preacher fixed and +waiting. And here's another idea. You bring your riding togs in a suit +case. And as soon as the ceremony's over, you can go to the hotel and +change. Then out you come, and you find me waiting with a couple of +horses, and we'll ride over the landscape so as you can see the +prettiest parts of the ranch the first thing. And she's sure pretty, +that ranch. And now that it's settled, I'll be waiting for you at the +morning train day after to-morrow." +</P> + +<P> +Dede blushed as she spoke. +</P> + +<P> +"You are such a hurricane." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, ma'am," he drawled, "I sure hate to burn daylight. And you and I +have burned a heap of daylight. We've been scandalously extravagant. +We might have been married years ago." +</P> + +<P> +Two days later, Daylight stood waiting outside the little Glen Ellen +hotel. The ceremony was over, and he had left Dede to go inside and +change into her riding-habit while he brought the horses. He held them +now, Bob and Mab, and in the shadow of the watering-trough Wolf lay and +looked on. Already two days of ardent California sun had touched with +new fires the ancient bronze in Daylight's face. But warmer still was +the glow that came into his cheeks and burned in his eyes as he saw +Dede coming out the door, riding-whip in hand, clad in the familiar +corduroy skirt and leggings of the old Piedmont days. There was warmth +and glow in her own face as she answered his gaze and glanced on past +him to the horses. Then she saw Mab. But her gaze leaped back to the +man. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, Elam!" she breathed. +</P> + +<P> +It was almost a prayer, but a prayer that included a thousand meanings +Daylight strove to feign sheepishness, but his heart was singing too +wild a song for mere playfulness. All things had been in the naming of +his name—reproach, refined away by gratitude, and all compounded of +joy and love. +</P> + +<P> +She stepped forward and caressed the mare, and again turned and looked +at the man, and breathed:— +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, Elam!" +</P> + +<P> +And all that was in her voice was in her eyes, and in them Daylight +glimpsed a profundity deeper and wider than any speech or thought—the +whole vast inarticulate mystery and wonder of sex and love. +</P> + +<P> +Again he strove for playfulness of speech, but it was too great a +moment for even love fractiousness to enter in. Neither spoke. She +gathered the reins, and, bending, Daylight received her foot in his +hand. She sprang, as he lifted and gained the saddle. The next moment +he was mounted and beside her, and, with Wolf sliding along ahead in +his typical wolf-trot, they went up the hill that led out of town—two +lovers on two chestnut sorrel steeds, riding out and away to honeymoon +through the warm summer day. Daylight felt himself drunken as with +wine. He was at the topmost pinnacle of life. Higher than this no man +could climb nor had ever climbed. It was his day of days, his +love-time and his mating-time, and all crowned by this virginal +possession of a mate who had said "Oh, Elam," as she had said it, and +looked at him out of her soul as she had looked. +</P> + +<P> +They cleared the crest of the hill, and he watched the joy mount in her +face as she gazed on the sweet, fresh land. He pointed out the group +of heavily wooded knolls across the rolling stretches of ripe grain. +</P> + +<P> +"They're ours," he said. "And they're only a sample of the ranch. +Wait till you see the big canon. There are 'coons down there, and back +here on the Sonoma there are mink. And deer!—why, that mountain's +sure thick with them, and I reckon we can scare up a mountain-lion if +we want to real hard. And, say, there's a little meadow—well, I ain't +going to tell you another word. You wait and see for yourself." +</P> + +<P> +They turned in at the gate, where the road to the clay-pit crossed the +fields, and both sniffed with delight as the warm aroma of the ripe hay +rose in their nostrils. As on his first visit, the larks were uttering +their rich notes and fluttering up before the horses until the woods +and the flower-scattered glades were reached, when the larks gave way +to blue jays and woodpeckers. +</P> + +<P> +"We're on our land now," he said, as they left the hayfield behind. +"It runs right across country over the roughest parts. Just you wait +and see." +</P> + +<P> +As on the first day, he turned aside from the clay-pit and worked +through the woods to the left, passing the first spring and jumping the +horses over the ruined remnants of the stake-and-rider fence. From +here on, Dede was in an unending ecstasy. By the spring that gurgled +among the redwoods grew another great wild lily, bearing on its slender +stalk the prodigious outburst of white waxen bells. This time he did +not dismount, but led the way to the deep canon where the stream had +cut a passage among the knolls. He had been at work here, and a steep +and slippery horse trail now crossed the creek, so they rode up beyond, +through the somber redwood twilight, and, farther on, through a tangled +wood of oak and madrono. They came to a small clearing of several +acres, where the grain stood waist high. +</P> + +<P> +"Ours," Daylight said. +</P> + +<P> +She bent in her saddle, plucked a stalk of the ripe grain, and nibbled +it between her teeth. +</P> + +<P> +"Sweet mountain hay," she cried. "The kind Mab likes." +</P> + +<P> +And throughout the ride she continued to utter cries and ejaculations +of surprise and delight. +</P> + +<P> +"And you never told me all this!" she reproached him, as they looked +across the little clearing and over the descending slopes of woods to +the great curving sweep of Sonoma Valley. +</P> + +<P> +"Come," he said; and they turned and went back through the forest +shade, crossed the stream and came to the lily by the spring. +</P> + +<P> +Here, also, where the way led up the tangle of the steep hill, he had +cut a rough horse trail. As they forced their way up the zigzags, they +caught glimpses out and down through the sea of foliage. Yet always +were their farthest glimpses stopped by the closing vistas of green, +and, yet always, as they climbed, did the forest roof arch overhead, +with only here and there rifts that permitted shattered shafts of +sunlight to penetrate. And all about them were ferns, a score of +varieties, from the tiny gold-backs and maidenhair to huge brakes six +and eight feet tall. +</P> + +<P> +Below them, as they mounted, they glimpsed great gnarled trunks and +branches of ancient trees, and above them were similar great gnarled +branches. +</P> + +<P> +Dede stopped her horse and sighed with the beauty of it all. +</P> + +<P> +"It is as if we are swimmers," she said, "rising out of a deep pool of +green tranquillity. Up above is the sky and the sun, but this is a +pool, and we are fathoms deep." +</P> + +<P> +They started their horses, but a dog-tooth violet, shouldering amongst +the maidenhair, caught her eye and made her rein in again. +</P> + +<P> +They cleared the crest and emerged from the pool as if into another +world, for now they were in the thicket of velvet-trunked young +madronos and looking down the open, sun-washed hillside, across the +nodding grasses, to the drifts of blue and white nemophilae that +carpeted the tiny meadow on either side the tiny stream. Dede clapped +her hands. +</P> + +<P> +"It's sure prettier than office furniture," Daylight remarked. +</P> + +<P> +"It sure is," she answered. +</P> + +<P> +And Daylight, who knew his weakness in the use of the particular word +sure, knew that she had repeated it deliberately and with love. +</P> + +<P> +They crossed the stream and took the cattle track over the low rocky +hill and through the scrub forest of manzanita, till they emerged on +the next tiny valley with its meadow-bordered streamlet. +</P> + +<P> +"If we don't run into some quail pretty soon, I'll be surprised some," +Daylight said. +</P> + +<P> +And as the words left his lips there was a wild series of explosive +thrumming as the old quail arose from all about Wolf, while the young +ones scuttled for safety and disappeared miraculously before the +spectators' very eyes. +</P> + +<P> +He showed her the hawk's nest he had found in the lightning-shattered +top of the redwood, and she discovered a wood-rat's nest which he had +not seen before. Next they took the old wood-road and came out on the +dozen acres of clearing where the wine grapes grew in the wine-colored +volcanic soil. Then they followed the cow-path through more woods and +thickets and scattered glades, and dropped down the hillside to where +the farm-house, poised on the lip of the big canon, came into view only +when they were right upon it. +</P> + +<P> +Dede stood on the wide porch that ran the length of the house while +Daylight tied the horses. To Dede it was very quiet. It was the dry, +warm, breathless calm of California midday. All the world seemed +dozing. From somewhere pigeons were cooing lazily. With a deep sigh of +satisfaction, Wolf, who had drunk his fill at all the streams along the +way, dropped down in the cool shadow of the porch. She heard the +footsteps of Daylight returning, and caught her breath with a quick +intake. He took her hand in his, and, as he turned the door-knob, felt +her hesitate. Then he put his arm around her; the door swung open, and +together they passed in. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0225"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XXV +</H3> + +<P> +Many persons, themselves city-bred and city-reared, have fled to the +soil and succeeded in winning great happiness. In such cases they have +succeeded only by going through a process of savage disillusionment. +But with Dede and Daylight it was different. They had both been born on +the soil, and they knew its naked simplicities and rawer ways. They +were like two persons, after far wandering, who had merely come home +again. There was less of the unexpected in their dealings with nature, +while theirs was all the delight of reminiscence. What might appear +sordid and squalid to the fastidiously reared, was to them eminently +wholesome and natural. The commerce of nature was to them no unknown +and untried trade. They made fewer mistakes. They already knew, and +it was a joy to remember what they had forgotten. +</P> + +<P> +And another thing they learned was that it was easier for one who has +gorged at the flesh-pots to content himself with the meagerness of a +crust, than for one who has known only the crust. +</P> + +<P> +Not that their life was meagre. It was that they found keener delights +and deeper satisfactions in little things. Daylight, who had played +the game in its biggest and most fantastic aspects, found that here, on +the slopes of Sonoma Mountain, it was still the same old game. Man had +still work to perform, forces to combat, obstacles to overcome. When +he experimented in a small way at raising a few pigeons for market, he +found no less zest in calculating in squabs than formerly when he had +calculated in millions. Achievement was no less achievement, while the +process of it seemed more rational and received the sanction of his +reason. +</P> + +<P> +The domestic cat that had gone wild and that preyed on his pigeons, he +found, by the comparative standard, to be of no less paramount menace +than a Charles Klinkner in the field of finance, trying to raid him for +several millions. The hawks and weasels and 'coons were so many +Dowsetts, Lettons, and Guggenhammers that struck at him secretly. The +sea of wild vegetation that tossed its surf against the boundaries of +all his clearings and that sometimes crept in and flooded in a single +week was no mean enemy to contend with and subdue. His fat-soiled +vegetable-garden in the nook of hills that failed of its best was a +problem of engrossing importance, and when he had solved it by putting +in drain-tile, the joy of the achievement was ever with him. He never +worked in it and found the soil unpacked and tractable without +experiencing the thrill of accomplishment. +</P> + +<P> +There was the matter of the plumbing. He was enabled to purchase the +materials through a lucky sale of a number of his hair bridles. The +work he did himself, though more than once he was forced to call in +Dede to hold tight with a pipe-wrench. And in the end, when the +bath-tub and the stationary tubs were installed and in working order, +he could scarcely tear himself away from the contemplation of what his +hands had wrought. The first evening, missing him, Dede sought and +found him, lamp in hand, staring with silent glee at the tubs. He +rubbed his hand over their smooth wooden lips and laughed aloud, and +was as shamefaced as any boy when she caught him thus secretly exulting +in his own prowess. +</P> + +<P> +It was this adventure in wood-working and plumbing that brought about +the building of the little workshop, where he slowly gathered a +collection of loved tools. And he, who in the old days, out of his +millions, could purchase immediately whatever he might desire, learned +the new joy of the possession that follows upon rigid economy and +desire long delayed. He waited three months before daring the +extravagance of a Yankee screw-driver, and his glee in the marvelous +little mechanism was so keen that Dede conceived forthright a great +idea. For six months she saved her egg-money, which was hers by right +of allotment, and on his birthday presented him with a turning-lathe of +wonderful simplicity and multifarious efficiencies. And their mutual +delight in the tool, which was his, was only equalled by their delight +in Mab's first foal, which was Dede's special private property. +</P> + +<P> +It was not until the second summer that Daylight built the huge +fireplace that outrivalled Ferguson's across the valley. For all these +things took time, and Dede and Daylight were not in a hurry. Theirs +was not the mistake of the average city-dweller who flees in +ultra-modern innocence to the soil. They did not essay too much. +Neither did they have a mortgage to clear, nor did they desire wealth. +They wanted little in the way of food, and they had no rent to pay. So +they planned unambiguously, reserving their lives for each other and +for the compensations of country-dwelling from which the average +country-dweller is barred. From Ferguson's example, too, they profited +much. Here was a man who asked for but the plainest fare; who +ministered to his own simple needs with his own hands; who worked out +as a laborer only when he needed money to buy books and magazines; and +who saw to it that the major portion of his waking time was for +enjoyment. He loved to loaf long afternoons in the shade with his +books or to be up with the dawn and away over the hills. +</P> + +<P> +On occasion he accompanied Dede and Daylight on deer hunts through the +wild canons and over the rugged steeps of Hood Mountain, though more +often Dede and Daylight were out alone. This riding was one of their +chief joys. Every wrinkle and crease in the hills they explored, and +they came to know every secret spring and hidden dell in the whole +surrounding wall of the valley. They learned all the trails and +cow-paths; but nothing delighted them more than to essay the roughest +and most impossible rides, where they were glad to crouch and crawl +along the narrowest deer-runs, Bob and Mab struggling and forcing their +way along behind. Back from their rides they brought the seeds and +bulbs of wild flowers to plant in favoring nooks on the ranch. Along +the foot trail which led down the side of the big canon to the intake +of the water-pipe, they established their fernery. It was not a formal +affair, and the ferns were left to themselves. Dede and Daylight +merely introduced new ones from time to time, changing them from one +wild habitat to another. It was the same with the wild lilac, which +Daylight had sent to him from Mendocino County. It became part of the +wildness of the ranch, and, after being helped for a season, was left +to its own devices they used to gather the seeds of the California +poppy and scatter them over their own acres, so that the orange-colored +blossoms spangled the fields of mountain hay and prospered in flaming +drifts in the fence corners and along the edges of the clearings. +</P> + +<P> +Dede, who had a fondness for cattails, established a fringe of them +along the meadow stream, where they were left to fight it out with the +water-cress. And when the latter was threatened with extinction, +Daylight developed one of the shaded springs into his water-cress +garden and declared war upon any invading cattail. On her wedding day +Dede had discovered a long dog-tooth violet by the zigzag trail above +the redwood spring, and here she continued to plant more and more. The +open hillside above the tiny meadow became a colony of Mariposa lilies. +This was due mainly to her efforts, while Daylight, who rode with a +short-handled ax on his saddle-bow, cleared the little manzanita wood +on the rocky hill of all its dead and dying and overcrowded weaklings. +</P> + +<P> +They did not labor at these tasks. Nor were they tasks. Merely in +passing, they paused, from time to time, and lent a hand to nature. +These flowers and shrubs grew of themselves, and their presence was no +violation of the natural environment. The man and the woman made no +effort to introduce a flower or shrub that did not of its own right +belong. Nor did they protect them from their enemies. The horses and +the colts and the cows and the calves ran at pasture among them or over +them, and flower or shrub had to take its chance. But the beasts were +not noticeably destructive, for they were few in number and the ranch +was large. +</P> + +<P> +On the other hand, Daylight could have taken in fully a dozen horses to +pasture, which would have earned him a dollar and a half per head per +month. But this he refused to do, because of the devastation such +close pasturing would produce. +</P> + +<P> +Ferguson came over to celebrate the housewarming that followed the +achievement of the great stone fireplace. Daylight had ridden across +the valley more than once to confer with him about the undertaking, and +he was the only other present at the sacred function of lighting the +first fire. By removing a partition, Daylight had thrown two rooms +into one, and this was the big living-room where Dede's treasures were +placed—her books, and paintings and photographs, her piano, the +Crouched Venus, the chafing-dish and all its glittering accessories. +Already, in addition to her own wild-animal skins, were those of deer +and coyote and one mountain-lion which Daylight had killed. The +tanning he had done himself, slowly and laboriously, in frontier +fashion. +</P> + +<P> +He handed the match to Dede, who struck it and lighted the fire. The +crisp manzanita wood crackled as the flames leaped up and assailed the +dry bark of the larger logs. Then she leaned in the shelter of her +husband's arm, and the three stood and looked in breathless suspense. +When Ferguson gave judgment, it was with beaming face and extended hand. +</P> + +<P> +"She draws! By crickey, she draws!" he cried. +</P> + +<P> +He shook Daylight's hand ecstatically, and Daylight shook his with +equal fervor, and, bending, kissed Dede on the lips. They were as +exultant over the success of their simple handiwork as any great +captain at astonishing victory. In Ferguson's eyes was actually a +suspicious moisture while the woman pressed even more closely against +the man whose achievement it was. He caught her up suddenly in his +arms and whirled her away to the piano, crying out: "Come on, Dede! The +Gloria! The Gloria!" +</P> + +<P> +And while the flames in the fireplace that worked, the triumphant +strains of the Twelfth Mass rolled forth. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0226"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XXVI +</H3> + +<P> +Daylight had made no assertion of total abstinence though he had not +taken a drink for months after the day he resolved to let his business +go to smash. Soon he proved himself strong enough to dare to take a +drink without taking a second. On the other hand, with his coming to +live in the country, had passed all desire and need for drink. He felt +no yearning for it, and even forgot that it existed. Yet he refused to +be afraid of it, and in town, on occasion, when invited by the +storekeeper, would reply: "All right, son. If my taking a drink will +make you happy here goes. Whiskey for mine." +</P> + +<P> +But such a drink began no desire for a second. It made no impression. +He was too profoundly strong to be affected by a thimbleful. As he had +prophesied to Dede, Burning Daylight, the city financier, had died a +quick death on the ranch, and his younger brother, the Daylight from +Alaska, had taken his place. The threatened inundation of fat had +subsided, and all his old-time Indian leanness and of muscle had +returned. So, likewise, did the old slight hollows in his cheeks come +back. For him they indicated the pink of physical condition. He became +the acknowledged strong man of Sonoma Valley, the heaviest lifter and +hardest winded among a husky race of farmer folk. And once a year he +celebrated his birthday in the old-fashioned frontier way, challenging +all the valley to come up the hill to the ranch and be put on its back. +And a fair portion of the valley responded, brought the women-folk and +children along, and picnicked for the day. +</P> + +<P> +At first, when in need of ready cash, he had followed Ferguson's +example of working at day's labor; but he was not long in gravitating +to a form of work that was more stimulating and more satisfying, and +that allowed him even more time for Dede and the ranch and the +perpetual riding through the hills. Having been challenged by the +blacksmith, in a spirit of banter, to attempt the breaking of a certain +incorrigible colt, he succeeded so signally as to earn quite a +reputation as a horse-breaker. And soon he was able to earn whatever +money he desired at this, to him, agreeable work. +</P> + +<P> +A sugar king, whose breeding farm and training stables were at +Caliente, three miles away, sent for him in time of need, and, before +the year was out, offered him the management of the stables. But +Daylight smiled and shook his head. Furthermore, he refused to +undertake the breaking of as many animals as were offered. "I'm sure +not going to die from overwork," he assured Dede; and he accepted such +work only when he had to have money. Later, he fenced off a small run +in the pasture, where, from time to time, he took in a limited number +of incorrigibles. +</P> + +<P> +"We've got the ranch and each other," he told his wife, "and I'd sooner +ride with you to Hood Mountain any day than earn forty dollars. You +can't buy sunsets, and loving wives, and cool spring water, and such +folderols, with forty dollars; and forty million dollars can't buy back +for me one day that I didn't ride with you to Hood Mountain." +</P> + +<P> +His life was eminently wholesome and natural. Early to bed, he slept +like an infant and was up with the dawn. Always with something to do, +and with a thousand little things that enticed but did not clamor, he +was himself never overdone. Nevertheless, there were times when both +he and Dede were not above confessing tiredness at bedtime after +seventy or eighty miles in the saddle. +</P> + +<P> +Sometimes, when he had accumulated a little money, and when the season +favored, they would mount their horses, with saddle-bags behind, and +ride away over the wall of the valley and down into the other valleys. +When night fell, they put up at the first convenient farm or village, +and on the morrow they would ride on, without definite plan, merely +continuing to ride on, day after day, until their money gave out and +they were compelled to return. On such trips they would be gone +anywhere from a week to ten days or two weeks, and once they managed a +three weeks' trip. +</P> + +<P> +They even planned ambitiously some day when they were disgracefully +prosperous, to ride all the way up to Daylight's boyhood home in +Eastern Oregon, stopping on the way at Dede's girlhood home in +Siskiyou. And all the joys of anticipation were theirs a thousand +times as they contemplated the detailed delights of this grand +adventure. +</P> + +<P> +One day, stopping to mail a letter at the Glen Ellen post office, they +were hailed by the blacksmith. +</P> + +<P> +"Say, Daylight," he said, "a young fellow named Slosson sends you his +regards. He came through in an auto, on the way to Santa Rosa. He +wanted to know if you didn't live hereabouts, but the crowd with him +was in a hurry. So he sent you his regards and said to tell you he'd +taken your advice and was still going on breaking his own record." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight had long since told Dede of the incident. +</P> + +<P> +"Slosson?" he meditated, "Slosson? That must be the hammer-thrower. +He put my hand down twice, the young scamp." He turned suddenly to +Dede. "Say, it's only twelve miles to Santa Rosa, and the horses are +fresh." +</P> + +<P> +She divined what was in his mind, of which his twinkling eyes and +sheepish, boyish grin gave sufficient advertisement, and she smiled and +nodded acquiescence. +</P> + +<P> +"We'll cut across by Bennett Valley," he said. "It's nearer that way." +</P> + +<P> +There was little difficulty, once in Santa Rosa, of finding Slosson. +He and his party had registered at the Oberlin Hotel, and Daylight +encountered the young hammer-thrower himself in the office. +</P> + +<P> +"Look here, son," Daylight announced, as soon as he had introduced +Dede, "I've come to go you another flutter at that hand game. Here's a +likely place." +</P> + +<P> +Slosson smiled and accepted. The two men faced each other, the elbows +of their right arms on the counter, the hands clasped. Slosson's hand +quickly forced backward and down. +</P> + +<P> +"You're the first man that ever succeeded in doing it," he said. "Let's +try it again." +</P> + +<P> +"Sure," Daylight answered. "And don't forget, son, that you're the +first man that put mine down. That's why I lit out after you to-day." +</P> + +<P> +Again they clasped hands, and again Slosson's hand went down. He was a +broad-shouldered, heavy-muscled young giant, at least half a head +taller than Daylight, and he frankly expressed his chagrin and asked +for a third trial. This time he steeled himself to the effort, and for +a moment the issue was in doubt. With flushed face and set teeth he +met the other's strength till his crackling muscles failed him. The +air exploded sharply from his tensed lungs, as he relaxed in surrender, +and the hand dropped limply down. +</P> + +<P> +"You're too many for me," he confessed. "I only hope you'll keep out +of the hammer-throwing game." +</P> + +<P> +Daylight laughed and shook his head. +</P> + +<P> +"We might compromise, and each stay in his own class. You stick to +hammer-throwing, and I'll go on turning down hands." +</P> + +<P> +But Slosson refused to accept defeat. +</P> + +<P> +"Say," he called out, as Daylight and Dede, astride their horses, were +preparing to depart. "Say—do you mind if I look you up next year? +I'd like to tackle you again." +</P> + +<P> +"Sure, son. You're welcome to a flutter any time. Though I give you +fair warning that you'll have to go some. You'll have to train up, for +I'm ploughing and chopping wood and breaking colts these days." +</P> + +<P> +Now and again, on the way home, Dede could hear her big boy-husband +chuckling gleefully. As they halted their horses on the top of the +divide out of Bennett Valley, in order to watch the sunset, he ranged +alongside and slipped his arm around her waist. +</P> + +<P> +"Little woman," he said, "you're sure responsible for it all. And I +leave it to you, if all the money in creation is worth as much as one +arm like that when it's got a sweet little woman like this to go +around." +</P> + +<P> +For of all his delights in the new life, Dede was his greatest. As he +explained to her more than once, he had been afraid of love all his +life only in the end to come to find it the greatest thing in the +world. Not alone were the two well mated, but in coming to live on the +ranch they had selected the best soil in which their love would +prosper. In spite of her books and music, there was in her a wholesome +simplicity and love of the open and natural, while Daylight, in every +fiber of him, was essentially an open-air man. +</P> + +<P> +Of one thing in Dede, Daylight never got over marveling about, and that +was her efficient hands—the hands that he had first seen taking down +flying shorthand notes and ticking away at the typewriter; the hands +that were firm to hold a magnificent brute like Bob, that wonderfully +flashed over the keys of the piano, that were unhesitant in household +tasks, and that were twin miracles to caress and to run rippling +fingers through his hair. But Daylight was not unduly uxorious. He +lived his man's life just as she lived her woman's life. There was +proper division of labor in the work they individually performed. But +the whole was entwined and woven into a fabric of mutual interest and +consideration. He was as deeply interested in her cooking and her +music as she was in his agricultural adventures in the vegetable +garden. And he, who resolutely declined to die of overwork, saw to it +that she should likewise escape so dire a risk. +</P> + +<P> +In this connection, using his man's judgment and putting his man's foot +down, he refused to allow her to be burdened with the entertaining of +guests. For guests they had, especially in the warm, long summers, and +usually they were her friends from the city, who were put to camp in +tents which they cared for themselves, and where, like true campers, +they had also to cook for themselves. Perhaps only in California, +where everybody knows camp life, would such a program have been +possible. But Daylight's steadfast contention was that his wife should +not become cook, waitress, and chambermaid because she did not happen +to possess a household of servants. On the other hand, chafing-dish +suppers in the big living-room for their camping guests were a common +happening, at which times Daylight allotted them their chores and saw +that they were performed. For one who stopped only for the night it +was different. Likewise it was different with her brother, back from +Germany, and again able to sit a horse. On his vacations he became the +third in the family, and to him was given the building of the fires, +the sweeping, and the washing of the dishes. +</P> + +<P> +Daylight devoted himself to the lightening of Dede's labors, and it was +her brother who incited him to utilize the splendid water-power of the +ranch that was running to waste. It required Daylight's breaking of +extra horses to pay for the materials, and the brother devoted a three +weeks' vacation to assisting, and together they installed a Pelting +wheel. Besides sawing wood and turning his lathe and grindstone, +Daylight connected the power with the churn; but his great triumph was +when he put his arm around Dede's waist and led her out to inspect a +washing-machine, run by the Pelton wheel, which really worked and +really washed clothes. +</P> + +<P> +Dede and Ferguson, between them, after a patient struggle, taught +Daylight poetry, so that in the end he might have been often seen, +sitting slack in the saddle and dropping down the mountain trails +through the sun-flecked woods, chanting aloud Kipling's "Tomlinson," +or, when sharpening his ax, singing into the whirling grindstone +Henley's "Song of the Sword." Not that he ever became consummately +literary in the way his two teachers were. Beyond "Fra Lippo Lippi" +and "Caliban and Setebos," he found nothing in Browning, while George +Meredith was ever his despair. It was of his own initiative, however, +that he invested in a violin, and practised so assiduously that in time +he and Dede beguiled many a happy hour playing together after night had +fallen. +</P> + +<P> +So all went well with this well-mated pair. Time never dragged. There +were always new wonderful mornings and still cool twilights at the end +of day; and ever a thousand interests claimed him, and his interests +were shared by her. More thoroughly than he knew, had he come to a +comprehension of the relativity of things. In this new game he played +he found in little things all the intensities of gratification and +desire that he had found in the frenzied big things when he was a power +and rocked half a continent with the fury of the blows he struck. With +head and hand, at risk of life and limb, to bit and break a wild colt +and win it to the service of man, was to him no less great an +achievement. And this new table on which he played the game was clean. +Neither lying, nor cheating, nor hypocrisy was here. The other game +had made for decay and death, while this new one made for clean +strength and life. And so he was content, with Dede at his side, to +watch the procession of the days and seasons from the farm-house +perched on the canon-lip; to ride through crisp frosty mornings or +under burning summer suns; and to shelter in the big room where blazed +the logs in the fireplace he had built, while outside the world +shuddered and struggled in the storm-clasp of a southeaster. +</P> + +<P> +Once only Dede asked him if he ever regretted, and his answer was to +crush her in his arms and smother her lips with his. His answer, a +minute later, took speech. +</P> + +<P> +"Little woman, even if you did cost thirty millions, you are sure the +cheapest necessity of life I ever indulged in." And then he added, +"Yes, I do have one regret, and a monstrous big one, too. I'd sure +like to have the winning of you all over again. I'd like to go sneaking +around the Piedmont hills looking for you. I'd like to meander into +those rooms of yours at Berkeley for the first time. And there's no +use talking, I'm plumb soaking with regret that I can't put my arms +around you again that time you leaned your head on my breast and cried +in the wind and rain." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap0227"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XXVII +</H3> + +<P> +But there came the day, one year, in early April, when Dede sat in an +easy chair on the porch, sewing on certain small garments, while +Daylight read aloud to her. It was in the afternoon, and a bright sun +was shining down on a world of new green. Along the irrigation +channels of the vegetable garden streams of water were flowing, and now +and again Daylight broke off from his reading to run out and change the +flow of water. Also, he was teasingly interested in the certain small +garments on which Dede worked, while she was radiantly happy over them, +though at times, when his tender fun was too insistent, she was rosily +confused or affectionately resentful. +</P> + +<P> +From where they sat they could look out over the world. Like the curve +of a skirting blade, the Valley of the Moon stretched before them, +dotted with farm-houses and varied by pasture-lands, hay-fields, and +vineyards. Beyond rose the wall of the valley, every crease and +wrinkle of which Dede and Daylight knew, and at one place, where the +sun struck squarely, the white dump of the abandoned mine burned like a +jewel. In the foreground, in the paddock by the barn, was Mab, full of +pretty anxieties for the early spring foal that staggered about her on +tottery legs. The air shimmered with heat, and altogether it was a +lazy, basking day. Quail whistled to their young from the thicketed +hillside behind the house. There was a gentle cooing of pigeons, and +from the green depths of the big canon arose the sobbing wood note of a +mourning dove. Once, there was a warning chorus from the foraging hens +and a wild rush for cover, as a hawk, high in the blue, cast its +drifting shadow along the ground. +</P> + +<P> +It was this, perhaps, that aroused old hunting memories in Wolf. At any +rate, Dede and Daylight became aware of excitement in the paddock, and +saw harmlessly reenacted a grim old tragedy of the Younger World. +Curiously eager, velvet-footed and silent as a ghost, sliding and +gliding and crouching, the dog that was mere domesticated wolf stalked +the enticing bit of young life that Mab had brought so recently into +the world. And the mare, her own ancient instincts aroused and +quivering, circled ever between the foal and this menace of the wild +young days when all her ancestry had known fear of him and his hunting +brethren. Once, she whirled and tried to kick him, but usually she +strove to strike him with her fore-hoofs, or rushed upon him with open +mouth and ears laid back in an effort to crunch his backbone between +her teeth. And the wolf-dog, with ears flattened down and crouching, +would slide silkily away, only to circle up to the foal from the other +side and give cause to the mare for new alarm. Then Daylight, urged on +by Dede's solicitude, uttered a low threatening cry; and Wolf, drooping +and sagging in all the body of him in token of his instant return to +man's allegiance, slunk off behind the barn. +</P> + +<P> +It was a few minutes later that Daylight, breaking off from his reading +to change the streams of irrigation, found that the water had ceased +flowing. He shouldered a pick and shovel, took a hammer and a +pipe-wrench from the tool-house, and returned to Dede on the porch. +</P> + +<P> +"I reckon I'll have to go down and dig the pipe out," he told her. +"It's that slide that's threatened all winter. I guess she's come down +at last." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't you read ahead, now," he warned, as he passed around the house +and took the trail that led down the wall of the canon. +</P> + +<P> +Halfway down the trail, he came upon the slide. It was a small affair, +only a few tons of earth and crumbling rock; but, starting from fifty +feet above, it had struck the water pipe with force sufficient to break +it at a connection. Before proceeding to work, he glanced up the path +of the slide, and he glanced with the eye of the earth-trained miner. +And he saw what made his eyes startle and cease for the moment from +questing farther. +</P> + +<P> +"Hello," he communed aloud, "look who's here." +</P> + +<P> +His glance moved on up the steep broken surface, and across it from +side to side. Here and there, in places, small twisted manzanitas were +rooted precariously, but in the main, save for weeds and grass, that +portion of the canon was bare. There were signs of a surface that had +shifted often as the rains poured a flow of rich eroded soil from above +over the lip of the canon. +</P> + +<P> +"A true fissure vein, or I never saw one," he proclaimed softly. +</P> + +<P> +And as the old hunting instincts had aroused that day in the wolf-dog, +so in him recrudesced all the old hot desire of gold-hunting. Dropping +the hammer and pipe-wrench, but retaining pick and shovel, he climbed +up the slide to where a vague line of outputting but mostly +soil-covered rock could be seen. It was all but indiscernible, but his +practised eye had sketched the hidden formation which it signified. +Here and there, along this wall of the vein, he attacked the crumbling +rock with the pick and shoveled the encumbering soil away. Several +times he examined this rock. So soft was some of it that he could +break it in his fingers. Shifting a dozen feet higher up, he again +attacked with pick and shovel. And this time, when he rubbed the soil +from a chunk of rock and looked, he straightened up suddenly, gasping +with delight. And then, like a deer at a drinking pool in fear of its +enemies, he flung a quick glance around to see if any eye were gazing +upon him. He grinned at his own foolishness and returned to his +examination of the chunk. A slant of sunlight fell on it, and it was +all aglitter with tiny specks of unmistakable free gold. +</P> + +<P> +"From the grass roots down," he muttered in an awestricken voice, as he +swung his pick into the yielding surface. +</P> + +<P> +He seemed to undergo a transformation. No quart of cocktails had ever +put such a flame in his cheeks nor such a fire in his eyes. As he +worked, he was caught up in the old passion that had ruled most of his +life. A frenzy seized him that markedly increased from moment to +moment. He worked like a madman, till he panted from his exertions and +the sweat dripped from his face to the ground. He quested across the +face of the slide to the opposite wall of the vein and back again. +And, midway, he dug down through the red volcanic earth that had washed +from the disintegrating hill above, until he uncovered quartz, rotten +quartz, that broke and crumbled in his hands and showed to be alive +with free gold. +</P> + +<P> +Sometimes he started small slides of earth that covered up his work and +compelled him to dig again. Once, he was swept fifty feet down the +canon-side; but he floundered and scrambled up again without pausing +for breath. He hit upon quartz that was so rotten that it was almost +like clay, and here the gold was richer than ever. It was a veritable +treasure chamber. For a hundred feet up and down he traced the walls +of the vein. He even climbed over the canon-lip to look along the brow +of the hill for signs of the outcrop. But that could wait, and he +hurried back to his find. +</P> + +<P> +He toiled on in the same mad haste, until exhaustion and an intolerable +ache in his back compelled him to pause. He straightened up with even +a richer piece of gold-laden quartz. Stooping, the sweat from his +forehead had fallen to the ground. It now ran into his eyes, blinding +him. He wiped it from him with the back of his hand and returned to a +scrutiny of the gold. +</P> + +<P> +It would run thirty thousand to the ton, fifty thousand, anything—he +knew that. And as he gazed upon the yellow lure, and panted for air, +and wiped the sweat away, his quick vision leaped and set to work. He +saw the spur-track that must run up from the valley and across the +upland pastures, and he ran the grades and built the bridge that would +span the canon, until it was real before his eyes. Across the canon +was the place for the mill, and there he erected it; and he erected, +also, the endless chain of buckets, suspended from a cable and operated +by gravity, that would carry the ore across the canon to the +quartz-crusher. Likewise, the whole mine grew before him and beneath +him-tunnels, shafts, and galleries, and hoisting plants. The blasts of +the miners were in his ears, and from across the canon he could hear +the roar of the stamps. The hand that held the lump of quartz was +trembling, and there was a tired, nervous palpitation apparently in the +pit of his stomach. It came to him abruptly that what he wanted was a +drink—whiskey, cocktails, anything, a drink. And even then, with this +new hot yearning for the alcohol upon him, he heard, faint and far, +drifting down the green abyss of the canon, Dede's voice, crying:— +</P> + +<P> +"Here, chick, chick, chick, chick, chick! Here, chick, chick, chick!" +</P> + +<P> +He was astounded at the lapse of time. She had left her sewing on the +porch and was feeding the chickens preparatory to getting supper. The +afternoon was gone. He could not conceive that he had been away that +long. +</P> + +<P> +Again came the call: "Here, chick, chick, chick, chick, chick! Here, +chick, chick, chick!" +</P> + +<P> +It was the way she always called—first five, and then three. He had +long since noticed it. And from these thoughts of her arose other +thoughts that caused a great fear slowly to grow in his face. For it +seemed to him that he had almost lost her. Not once had he thought of +her in those frenzied hours, and for that much, at least, had she truly +been lost to him. +</P> + +<P> +He dropped the piece of quartz, slid down the slide, and started up the +trail, running heavily. At the edge of the clearing he eased down and +almost crept to a point of vantage whence he could peer out, himself +unseen. She was feeding the chickens, tossing to them handfuls of +grain and laughing at their antics. +</P> + +<P> +The sight of her seemed to relieve the panic fear into which he had +been flung, and he turned and ran back down the trail. Again he +climbed the slide, but this time he climbed higher, carrying the pick +and shovel with him. And again he toiled frenziedly, but this time +with a different purpose. He worked artfully, loosing slide after +slide of the red soil and sending it streaming down and covering up all +he had uncovered, hiding from the light of day the treasure he had +discovered. He even went into the woods and scooped armfuls of last +year's fallen leaves which he scattered over the slide. But this he +gave up as a vain task; and he sent more slides of soil down upon the +scene of his labor, until no sign remained of the out-jutting walls of +the vein. +</P> + +<P> +Next he repaired the broken pipe, gathered his tools together, and +started up the trail. He walked slowly, feeling a great weariness, as +of a man who had passed through a frightful crisis. +</P> + +<P> +He put the tools away, took a great drink of the water that again +flowed through the pipes, and sat down on the bench by the open kitchen +door. Dede was inside, preparing supper, and the sound of her +footsteps gave him a vast content. +</P> + +<P> +He breathed the balmy mountain air in great gulps, like a diver +fresh-risen from the sea. And, as he drank in the air, he gazed with +all his eyes at the clouds and sky and valley, as if he were drinking +in that, too, along with the air. +</P> + +<P> +Dede did not know he had come back, and at times he turned his head and +stole glances in at her—at her efficient hands, at the bronze of her +brown hair that smouldered with fire when she crossed the path of +sunshine that streamed through the window, at the promise of her figure +that shot through him a pang most strangely sweet and sweetly dear. He +heard her approaching the door, and kept his head turned resolutely +toward the valley. And next, he thrilled, as he had always thrilled, +when he felt the caressing gentleness of her fingers through his hair. +</P> + +<P> +"I didn't know you were back," she said. "Was it serious?" +</P> + +<P> +"Pretty bad, that slide," he answered, still gazing away and thrilling +to her touch. "More serious than I reckoned. But I've got the plan. +Do you know what I'm going to do?—I'm going to plant eucalyptus all +over it. They'll hold it. I'll plant them thick as grass, so that +even a hungry rabbit can't squeeze between them; and when they get +their roots agoing, nothing in creation will ever move that dirt again." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, is it as bad as that?" +</P> + +<P> +He shook his head. +</P> + +<P> +"Nothing exciting. But I'd sure like to see any blamed old slide get +the best of me, that's all. I'm going to seal that slide down so that +it'll stay there for a million years. And when the last trump sounds, +and Sonoma Mountain and all the other mountains pass into nothingness, +that old slide will be still a-standing there, held up by the roots." +</P> + +<P> +He passed his arm around her and pulled her down on his knees. +</P> + +<P> +"Say, little woman, you sure miss a lot by living here on the +ranch—music, and theatres, and such things. Don't you ever have a +hankering to drop it all and go back?" +</P> + +<P> +So great was his anxiety that he dared not look at her, and when she +laughed and shook her head he was aware of a great relief. Also, he +noted the undiminished youth that rang through that same old-time +boyish laugh of hers. +</P> + +<P> +"Say," he said, with sudden fierceness, "don't you go fooling around +that slide until after I get the trees in and rooted. It's mighty +dangerous, and I sure can't afford to lose you now." +</P> + +<P> +He drew her lips to his and kissed her hungrily and passionately. +</P> + +<P> +"What a lover!" she said; and pride in him and in her own womanhood was +in her voice. +</P> + +<P> +"Look at that, Dede." He removed one encircling arm and swept it in a +wide gesture over the valley and the mountains beyond. "The Valley of +the Moon—a good name, a good name. Do you know, when I look out over +it all, and think of you and of all it means, it kind of makes me ache +in the throat, and I have things in my heart I can't find the words to +say, and I have a feeling that I can almost understand Browning and +those other high-flying poet-fellows. Look at Hood Mountain there, +just where the sun's striking. It was down in that crease that we +found the spring." +</P> + +<P> +"And that was the night you didn't milk the cows till ten o'clock," she +laughed. "And if you keep me here much longer, supper won't be any +earlier than it was that night." +</P> + +<P> +Both arose from the bench, and Daylight caught up the milk-pail from +the nail by the door. He paused a moment longer to look out over the +valley. +</P> + +<P> +"It's sure grand," he said. +</P> + +<P> +"It's sure grand," she echoed, laughing joyously at him and with him +and herself and all the world, as she passed in through the door. +</P> + +<P> +And Daylight, like the old man he once had met, himself went down the +hill through the fires of sunset with a milk pail on his arm. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR><BR> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Burning Daylight, by Jack London + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BURNING DAYLIGHT *** + +***** This file should be named 746-h.htm or 746-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/7/4/746/ + +Produced by John Bean. 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