Hard to account for tastes, you know. However among other things the fellow chanced to mention while here was that you had been employed to look after their interests. I presume that statement was merely a bluff?"
"Well, not precisely," admitted Winston, when the other paused. "I agreed to go out there, and look over the ground."
Farnham smiled deprecatingly, his cigar gripped tightly between his white teeth.
"Just about as I supposed. No particular harm done as yet, and no contract made; time enough left to draw out of a bad bargain. Well, Winston, I am here to tell you that outfit is not the kind you want to a.s.sociate yourself with if you desire to stand well in this camp. That "s the straight goods. They "re simply a lot of blackmailers and irresponsible thieves. Why, d.a.m.n it, man, the actual fact is, they can"t get a single reputable mining engineer in all this whole district to take hold of their dirty work. That "s why they "ve had to hunt up a new man, and got track of you."
"So Hicks admitted," interposed the younger man gravely, "although he put it in rather different form. He said it was because you had the money, and your crowd bought them all up."
"Oh, he did, did he?" and the gambler laughed outright. "Well, that sort of a job would n"t be very costly--to outbid that measly outfit.
It would be a sight cheaper than litigation, I reckon. What did he offer you, by the way?"
The young engineer hesitated slightly, his cheeks flushing at the cool impudence of the other"s direct question.
"I do not recall that any positive offer was made," he replied finally.
"At least, the question of payment was not broached."
"The old cuss proved more honest than I had supposed," and Farnham dropped his clinched hand on the table. "Now, see here, Winston, I propose giving you this thing right out from the shoulder. There is no use beating around the bush. Those fellows have n"t got so much as a leg to stand on; their claim is no good, and never will be. They "re simply making a bluff to wring some good money out of us, and I don"t want to see you get tangled up in that sort of a skin game. You "re Bob Craig"s friend, and therefore mine. Now, listen. There are two fellows concerned in that "Little Yankee" claim, this whiskey-soaked Hicks and his partner, a big, red-headed, stuttering fool named Brown--"Stutter" Brown, I believe they call him--and what have they got between them? A d.a.m.ned hole in the ground, that"s all. Oh, I know; I "ve had them looked after from A to Z. I always handle my cards over before I play. They had exactly two hundred dollars between them deposited in a local bank here last week. That "s their total cash capital. Yesterday one of my people managed to get down in their d.i.n.ky mine. It was a girl who did the job, but she "s a bright one, and that fellow Brown proved dead easy when she once got her black eyes playing on him. He threw up both hands and caved. Well, say, they "re down less than fifty feet, and their vein actually is n"t paying them grub-stakes. That"s the exact state of the case. Now, Winston, you do n"t propose to tie yourself professionally with that sort of a beggarly outfit, do you?"
The younger man had been sitting motionless, his arm resting easily on the back of the chair, his eyes slowly hardening as the other proceeded.
"I never before clearly understood that poverty was necessarily a crime," he remarked thoughtfully, as Farnham came to a pause.
"Besides, I am not tied up with that special outfit. I have merely agreed to examine into the matter."
"Of course, I understand that; but what"s the use? You "ll only come to exactly the same conclusion all the others have. Besides, I have been especially authorized to offer you a thousand dollars simply to drop the thing. It"s worth that much to us just now to be let alone."
Winston"s eyes half closed, his fingers gripping nervously into the palm of his hand.
"It occurs to me you place my selling-out price at rather low figures,"
he said contemptuously.
Farnham straightened up in his chair, instantly realizing he had been guilty of playing the wrong card, and for the moment totally unable to perceive how safely to withdraw it. Even then he utterly failed to comprehend the deeper meaning in the other"s words.
"I was thinking rather of what it was directly worth to us," he explained, "and had no conception you would look at it that way.
However, we are perfectly willing to be liberal--how much do you want?"
For a moment Winston stared straight at him, his lips firmly set, his gray eyes grown hard as steel. Then he deliberately pushed back his chair, and rose to his feet, one clinched hand resting on the table.
"You may not fully understand my position," he began quietly, "for in all probability such a conception is utterly beyond you, but I do n"t want a dollar, nor a cent. Good-night."
He turned deliberately toward the entrance, but the thoroughly astounded gambler leaped to his feet with one hand extended in sudden protest. He was angry, yet believed he perceived a great light shining through the darkness.
"Hold on, Winston," he exclaimed anxiously; "just a moment. I "d totally forgotten that you were the son of a millionaire, and therefore possessed no desire for money like the rest of us more ordinary mortals. Now, let"s be sensible. By G.o.d, you must want something!
What is it?"
"You have received my final answer. I am not in the market."
Farnham crushed a bitter oath between his gleaming teeth, and flung his sodden cigar-b.u.t.t to the floor.
"Do you actually mean you are crazy enough to go with Hicks, after all I "ve told you?"
"I propose to discover for myself whether his claim is just. If it is, I "m with him."
The gambler caught his breath sharply, for an instant utterly speechless, his face pallid with rage. Then the fierce, angry words burst forth in unrestrained torrent through the calm of his accustomed self-control.
"Oh, you "ll play h.e.l.l, you infernal cur. Do it, and I "ll guarantee you "ll get a bullet in the brain, even if you are old Winston"s son.
We "ve got a way of taking care of your kind out here when you get too gay. You "re with him, are you? Well, I "m d.a.m.ned if you ever get any chance even to sit in the game. We "ll get you, and get you early, see if we don"t. There are other things besides money in this world, and you "ve got your price, just as well as every other man. Perhaps it"s silk, perhaps it"s calico; but you bet it"s something, for you "re no angel. By G.o.d, I believe I could name it, even now."
Winston wheeled, his right hand thrust deeply into his coat pocket, his face sternly set.
"What, for instance?"
"Well,--just to take a chance,--Beth Norvell,"
Farnham never forgot the flame of those gray eyes, or the sharp sting of the indignant voice.
"What do you know regarding her? Speak out, d.a.m.n you!"
The gambler laughed uneasily; he had seen that look in men"s faces before, and knew its full, deadly meaning. He had already gone to the very limit of safety.
"Oh, nothing, I a.s.sure you. I never even saw the lady," he explained coldly. "But I have been told that she was _the_ attraction for you in this camp; and I rather guess I hit the bull"s-eye that time, even if it was a chance shot."
Winston moistened his dry lips, his eyes never wavering from off the sneering face of the other.
"Farnham," the voice sounding low and distinct, "I have got something to say to you, and you are going to listen to the end. You see that?"
He thrust sharply forward the skirt of his short coat. "Well, that"s a thirty-eight, c.o.c.ked and loaded, and I "ve got you covered. I know your style, and if you make a single move toward your hip I "ll uncork the whole six shots into your anatomy. Understand? Now, see here--I "m not on the bargain counter for money or anything else. I had not the slightest personal interest in this affair an hour ago, but I have now, and, what is more, I am going directly after the facts. Neither you, nor all of your crowd put together, can stop me with either money, bullets, or women. I don"t bully worth a cent, and I don"t scare. You took the wrong track, and you "ve got me ready now to fight this out to a finish. And the first pointer I desire to give you is this--if your lips ever again besmirch the name of Beth Norvell to my knowledge, I "ll hunt you down as I would a mad dog. I believe you are a dirty liar and thief, and now I "m going after the facts to prove it. Good-night."
He backed slowly toward the curtained doorway, his gaze never wavering from off the surprised countenance of the other, his hidden hand grasping the masked revolver. Then he stepped through the opening and disappeared. Farnham remained motionless, his face like iron, his teeth gripping savagely. Then he dropped his hand heavily on the table, still staring, as if fascinated, at the quivering curtains.
"By G.o.d, the fellow actually means fight," he muttered slowly. "He means fight."
CHAPTER IX
THE FORCE OF CIRc.u.mSTANCES
She had expected the probability of such a happening, yet her face perceptibly paled while perusing the brief note handed her by the stage manager upon coming forth from her dressing-room. Her first impulse was to refuse compliance, to trust fortune in an endeavor to keep beyond reach, to turn and run from this new, threatening danger like a frightened deer. But she recalled the financial necessity which held her yet a prisoner at the Gayety. This writer was partner in the gambling rooms, possibly in the theatre also; her chance for escaping him would be very slender. Besides, it might be far better to face the man boldly and have it over. Undoubtedly a meeting must occur some time; as well now as later so that the haunting shadow would not remain ever before her. The color stole slowly back into her cheeks as she stood twisting the paper between her fingers, her eyes darkening with returning courage.
"Where is the gentleman, Ben?" she asked, steadying herself slightly against a fly.
"First box, Miss; right through that narrow door, yonder," and the man smiled, supposing he understood. "Very convenient arrangement for the stage ladies."
She paused, her hand resting upon the latch, in a final effort to quiet her rapid breathing and gain firmer control over her nerves. This was to be a struggle for which she must steel herself. She stepped quietly within, and stood, silent and motionless, amid the shadows of the drawn curtains, gazing directly at the sole occupant of the box, her dark eyes filled with contemptuous defiance. Farnham lounged in the second chair, leaning back in affected carelessness with one arm resting negligently upon the railing, but there came into his pale face a sudden glow of appreciation as he swept his cool eyes over the trim figure, the flushed countenance there confronting him. A realization of her fresh womanly fairness came over him with such suddenness as to cause the man to draw his breath quickly, his eyes darkening with pa.s.sion.
"By thunder, Lizzie, but you are actually developing into quite a beauty!" he exclaimed with almost brutal frankness. "Life on the stage appears to agree with you; or was it joy at getting rid of me?"
She did not move from where she had taken her first stand against the background of curtains, nor did the expression upon her face change.