PART II
DEAD MAN"S CACHE
CHAPTER I
KIDNAPPED
As a lake ripples beneath a summer breeze, so Mesa was stirred from its usual languor by the visit of Simon West. For the little Arizona town was dreaming dreams. Its imagination had been aroused; and it saw itself no longer a sleepy cow camp in the unfeatured desert, but a metropolis, in touch with twentieth-century life.
The great Simon West, pirate of finance, empire builder, molder of the destinies of the mighty Southwestern Pacific system, was to touch the adobe village with his transforming wand and make of it a hive of industry. Rumors flew thick and fast.
Mesa was to be the junction for the new spur that would run to the big Lincoln dam. The town would be a division point; the machine shops of the system would be located there. Its future, if still a trifle vague, was potentially immense. Thus, with cheerful optimism, did local opinion interpret the visit of the great man.
Whatever Simon West may have thought of Mesa and its prospects, he kept behind his thin, close-shut lips. He was a dry, gray little man of fifty-five, with sharp, twinkling eyes that saw everything and told nothing. Certainly he wore none of the visible signs of greatness, yet at his nod Wall Street trembled. He had done more to change the map of industrial America than any other man, alive or dead. Wherefore, big Beauchamp Lee, mayor of Mesa, and the citizens on the reception committee did their very best to impress him with the future of the country, as they motored out to the dam.
"Most promising spot on earth. Beats California a city block on oranges and citrons. Ever see an Arizona peach, Mr. West? It skins the world," the big cattleman ran on easily.
The financier"s eye took in the girl sitting beside the chauffeur in the front seat, and he nodded a.s.sent.
Melissy Lee bloomed. She was vivid as a wild poppy on the hillsides past which they went flashing. But she had, too, a daintiness, a delicacy of coloring and contour, that suggested the fruit named by her father.
"You bet we raise the best here," that simple gentleman bragged patriotically. "All we need is water, and the Lincoln dam a.s.sures us of plenty. Yes, sir! It certainly promises to be an Eden."
West unlocked his lips long enough to say: "Any country can promise. I"m looking for one that will perform."
"You"re seeing it right now, seh," the mayor a.s.sured him, and launched into fluent statistics.
West heard, saw the thing stripped of its enthusiasm, and made no comment either for or against. He had plenty of imagination, or he could never have accomplished the things he had done. However, before any proposition appealed to him he had to see money in the deal. Whether he saw it in this particular instance, n.o.body knew; and only one person had the courage to ask him point-blank what his intentions were. This was Melissy.
Luncheon was served in the pleasant filtered sunlight, almost under the shadow of the great dam.
On the way out Melissy had sat as demure and dovelike as it was possible for her to be. But now she showed herself to be another creature.
Two or three young men hovered about her; notable among them was a young fellow of not many words, good-humored, strong, with a look of power about him which the railroad king appreciated. Jack Flatray they called him. He was the newly-elected sheriff of the county.
The great man watched the girl without appearing to do so. He was rather at a loss to account for the exotic, flamelike beauty into which she had suddenly sparkled; but he was inclined to attribute it to the arrival of Flatray.
Melissy sat on a flat rock beside West, swinging her foot occasionally with the sheer active joy of life, the while she munched sandwiches and pickles. The young men bantered her and each other, and she flashed back retorts which gave them alternately deep delight at the discomfiture of some other. Toward the close of luncheon, she turned her tilted chin from Flatray, as punishment for some audacity of his, and beamed upon the railroad magnate.
"It"s very good of you to notice me at last," he said, with his dry smile.
"I was afraid of you," she confided cheerfully.
"Am I so awesome?"
"It"s your reputation, you know. You"re quite a dragon. I"m told you gobble a new railroad every morning for breakfast."
""Lissie," her father warned.
"Let her alone," the great man laughed. "Miss Lee is going to give me the privilege of hearing the truth about myself."
"But I"m asking. I don"t know what the truth is," she protested.
"Well, what you think is the truth."
"It doesn"t matter what we think about you. The important thing to know is what you think about us."
"Am I to tell you what I think of you--with all these young men here?" he countered.
She was excited by her own impudence. The pink had spilled over her creamy cheeks. She flashed a look of pretended disdain at her young men.
Nevertheless, she made laughing protest.
"It"s not me, but Mesa, that counts," she answered ungrammatically. "Tell me that you"re going to help us set orchards blossoming in these deserts, and we"ll all love you."
"You offer an inducement, Miss Lee. Come--let us walk up to the Point and see this wonderful country of yours."
She clapped her hands. "Oh, let"s! I"m tired of boys, anyhow. They know nothing but nonsense." She made a laughing moue at Flatray, and turned to join the railroad builder.
The young sheriff arose and trailed to his pony. "My marching orders, I reckon."
They walked up the hill together, the great man and the untutored girl. He still carried himself with the lightness of the spare, wiry man who has never felt his age. As for her, she moved as one on springs, her slender, willowy figure beautiful in motion.
"You"re loyal to Mesa. Born and brought up there?" West asked Melissy.
"No. I was brought up on the Bar Double G ranch. Father sold it not long since. We"re interested in the Monte Cristo mine, and it has done so well that we moved to town," she explained.
At the first bend in the mountain road Jack had turned in his saddle to look at her as she climbed the steep. A quarter of a mile farther up there was another curve, which swept the trail within sight of the summit. Here Flatray pulled up and got out his field gla.s.ses. Leisurely the man and the maid came into sight from the timber on the shoulder of the hill, and topped the last ascent. Jack could discern Melissy gesturing here and there as she explained the lay of the land.
Something else caught and held his gla.s.ses. Four riders had emerged from a little gulch of dense aspens which ran up the Point toward the summit. One of these had with him a led horse.
"Now, I wonder what that means?" the sheriff mused aloud.
He was not left long in doubt. The four men rode swiftly, straight toward the man and the girl above. One of them swung from the saddle and stepped forward. He spoke to West, who appeared to make urgent protest. The dismounted rider answered. Melissy began to run. Very faintly there came to Flatray her startled cry. Simultaneously he caught the flash of the sun on bright steel. The leader of the four had drawn a revolver and was covering West with it. Instantly the girl stopped running. Plainly the life of the railroad president had been threatened unless she stopped.
The man behind the weapon swept a gesture in the direction of the led horse. Reluctantly West moved toward it, still protesting. He swung to the saddle, and four of the horses broke into a canter. Only the man with the drawn revolver remained on the ground with Melissy. He scabbarded his gun, took a step or two toward her, and made explanations. The girl stamped her foot, and half turned from him.
He laughed, stepped still closer to her, and spoke again. Melissy, with tilted chin, seemed to be unaware that he existed. Another step brought him to her side. Once more he spoke. No stone wall could have given him less recognition. Then Jack let out a sudden fierce imprecation, and gave his pony the spur. For the man had bent forward swiftly, had kissed the girl on the lips once--twice--three times, had swept his hat off in a low, mocking bow, and had flung himself on his horse, and galloped off.
Pebbles and shale went flying from the horse"s hoofs as the sheriff tore down the trail toward Melissy. He cut off at an angle and dashed through cactus and over rain-washed gullies at breakneck speed, pounding up the stiff slope to the summit. He dragged his pony to a halt, and leaped off at the same instant.
Melissy came to him with flashing eyes. "Why didn"t you get here sooner?"
she panted, as if she had been running; for the blind rage was strong in her.
His anger burst out to meet hers. "I wish I had!" he cried, with a furious oath.