He closed the door softly and leaned against it, c.o.c.king his head on one side with an evil smile.
His employer glanced at him with uninquiring eyes.
"You won"t ask what, hey? No? But I"ll tell you what you were thinking of: Dropping me off the bridge. Upsetting the boat. The like of that.
Can"t have it. I can"t afford it. You"re too liberal. Why, I wouldn"t crawl under your car to repair it--or go hunting with you--not if it was ever so!"
"I really believe," said Mr. Mitch.e.l.l with surprised eyebrows, "that you are keeping me waiting!"
"That is why I never throw out hints about a future partnership,"
continued the confidential man, undaunted. "You are such a liberal paymaster. Lord love you, sir, I don"t want any partnership! This suits me. You furnish the brains and the respectability; I take the risk, and I get my fair share. Then, if I should ever get caught, you are unsmirched; you can keep on making money. And you"ll keep on giving me my share. Oh, yes; you will! You"ve such a good heart, Mr. Oscar! I know you. You wouldn"t want old Joey hanged! Not you! Oh, no!"
CHAPTER XI
A stranger came to Abingdon by the morning train. Because of a wide-brimmed gray hat, which he wore pushed well back, to testify against burning suns elsewhere--where such hats must be pulled well down, of necessity--a few Abingdonians, in pa.s.sing, gave the foreigner the tribute of a backward glance. A few only; Abingdon has scant time for curiosity.
Abingdon works hard for a living, like Sat.u.r.day"s child, three hundred and sixty-five days a year; except every fourth year.
Aside from the hat, the foreigner might have been, for apparel, a thrifty farmer on a trip to his market town. He wore a good ready-made suit, a soft white shirt with a soft collar, and a black tie, shot with red. But an observer would have seen that this was no care-lined farmer face; that, though the man himself was small, his feet were disproportionately and absurdly small; that his toes pointed forward as he walked; and detraction might have called him bow-legged. This was Mr. Peter Johnson.
Mr. Johnson took breakfast at the Abingdon Arms. He expressed to the landlord of that hostelry a civil surprise and gratification at the volume of Abingdon"s business, evinced by a steadily swelling current of early morning wagons, laden with produce, on their way to the station, or, by the river road, to the factory towns near by; was a.s.sured that he should come in the potato-hauling season if he thought that was busy; parried a few polite questions; and asked the way to the Selden Farm.
He stayed at the Selden Farm that day and that night. Afternoon of the next day found him in Lawyer Mitch.e.l.l"s waiting-room, at Vesper, immediate successor of Mr. Chauncey Bowen, then engaged in Lawyer Mitch.e.l.l"s office on the purchase of the Watkins Farm; and he was presently ushered into the presence of Mr. Mitch.e.l.l by the demon clerk.
Mr. Mitch.e.l.l greeted him affably.
"Good-day, sir. What can I do for you to-day?"
"Mr. Oscar Mitch.e.l.l, is it?"
"The same, and happy to serve you."
"Got a letter for you from your cousin, Stan. My name"s Johnson."
Mitch.e.l.l extended his hand, gave Pete a grip of warm welcome.
"I am delighted to see you, Mr. Johnson. Take a chair--this big one is the most comfortable. And how is Stanley? A good boy; I am very fond of him. But, to be honest about it, he is a wretched correspondent. I have not heard from him since Christmas, and then barely a line--the compliments of the season. What is he doing with himself? Does he prosper? And why did he not come himself?"
"As far as making money is concerned, he stands to make more than he"ll ever need, as you"ll see when you read his letter," said Pete. "Otherwise he"s only just tol"able. Fact is, he"s confined to his room. That"s why I come to do this business for him."
"Stanley sick? Dear, dear! What is it? Nothing serious, I hope!"
"Why, no-o--not to say sick, exactly. He just can"t seem to get out o"
doors very handy. He"s sorter on a diet, you might say."
"Too bad; too bad! He should have written his friends about it. None of us knew a word of it. I"ll write to him to-night and give him a good scolding."
"Aw, don"t ye do that!" said Pete, twisting his hat in embarra.s.sment. "I don"t want he should know I told you. He"s--he"s kind of sensitive about it. He wouldn"t want it mentioned to anybody."
"It"s not his lungs, I hope?"
"Naw! No thin" like that. I reckon what"s ailin" him is mostly stayin"
too long in one place. Nothin" serious. Don"t ye worry one mite about him. Change of scene is what he needs more than anything else--and horseback ridin". I"ll yank him out of that soon as I get back. And now suppose you read his letter. It"s mighty important to us. I forgot to tell you me and, Stan, is pardners. And I"m free to say I"m anxious to see how you take to his proposition."
"If you will excuse me, then?"
Mitch.e.l.l seated himself, opened the letter, and ran over it. It was brief. Refolding it, the lawyer laid it on the table before him, tapped it, and considered Mr. Johnson with regarding eyes. When he spoke his voice was more friendly than ever.
"Stanley tells me here that you two have found a very rich mine."
"Mr. Mitch.e.l.l," said Pete, leaning forward in his eagerness, "I reckon that mine of ours is just about the richest strike ever found in Arizona!
Of course it ain"t rightly a mine--it"s only where a mine is goin" to be.
Just a claim. There"s nothin" done to it yet. But it"s sure goin" to be a crackajack. There"s a whole solid mountain of high-grade copper."
"Stanley says he wants me to finance it. He offers to refund all expenses if the mine--if the claim"--Mitch.e.l.l smiled cordially as he made the correction--"does not prove all he represents."
"Well, that ought to make you safe. Stan"s got a right smart of property out there. I don"t know how he"s fixed back here. Mr. Mitch.e.l.l, if you don"t look into this, you"ll be missin" the chance of your life."
"But if the claim is so rich, why do you need money?"
"You don"t understand. This copper is in the roughest part of an awful rough mountain--right on top," said Pete, most untruthfully. "That"s why n.o.body ain"t ever found it before--because it is so rough. It"ll cost a heap of money just to build a wagon road up to it--as much as five or six thousand dollars, maybe. Stan and me can"t handle it alone. We got to take some one in, and we gave you the first show. And I wish," said Pete nervously, "that you could see your way to come in with us and go right back with me, at once. We"re scared somebody else might find it and make a heap of trouble. There"s some mighty mean men out there."
"Have a cigar?" said the lawyer, opening a desk drawer.
He held a match for his visitor and observed, with satisfaction, that Pete"s hand shook. Plainly here was a simple-minded person who would be as wax in his skillful hands.
Mitch.e.l.l smoked for a little while in thoughtful silence. Then, with his best straightforward look, he turned and faced Pete across the table.
"I will be plain with you, Mr. Johnson. This is a most unusual adventure for me. I am a man who rather prides himself that he makes no investments that are not conservative. But Stan is my cousin, and he has always been the soul of honor. His word is good with me. I may even make bold to say that you, yourself, have impressed me favorably. In short, you may consider me committed to a thorough investigation of your claim. After that, we shall see."
"You"ll never regret it," said Pete. "Shake!"
"I suppose you are not commissioned to make any definite proposal as to terms, in case the investigation terminates as favorably as you antic.i.p.ate? At any rate, this is an early day to speak of final adjustments."
"No," said Pete, "I ain"t. You"ll have to settle that with Stan. Probably you"ll want to sign contracts and things. I don"t know nothin" about law.
But there"s plenty for all. I"m sure of one thing--you"ll be glad to throw in with us on "most any terms once you see that copper, and have a lot of a.s.says made and get your expert"s report on it."
"I hope so, I am sure. Stanley seems very confident. But I fear I shall have to disappoint you in one particular: I can hardly leave my business here at loose ends and go back with you at once, as, I gather, is your desire."
Pete"s face fell.
"How long will it take you?"
"Let me consider. I shall have to arrange for other lawyers to appear for me in cases now pending, which will imply lengthy consultations and crowded days. It will be very inconvenient and may not have the happiest results. But I will do the best I can to meet your wishes, and will stretch a point in your favor, hoping it may be remembered when we come to discuss final terms with each other. Shall we say a week?" He tapped his knuckles with the folded letter and added carelessly: "And, of course, I shall have to pack, and all that. You must advise me as to suitable clothing for roughing it. How far is your mine from the railroad?"
"Oh, not far. About forty mile. Yes, I guess I can wait a week. I stand the hotel grub pretty well."