"In taking up the line down the Pannikin we have followed the old S. L & W. survey pretty closely all the way from start to finish. What were your reasons, Stuart?" he asked.
"There didn"t seem to be any good reason for not following it. Brandreth made the S. L & W. preliminary, and there isn"t a better locating engineer in this country."
"I know," said Frisbie. "But the best of us make mistakes, now and then.
Brandreth made a pretty sizable one, I think."
"How is that?"
"You know where the big rock-cutting is to be made in the lower canyon, about ten miles this side of the point where we begin to swing south for the run to Copah--a mile and a half of heavy work that will cost away up into the pictures?"
"Yes; I"ve estimated that rock work at not a cent less than two hundred thousand dollars."
"You"re shy, rather than over, at that. And two hundred thousand would build a number of miles of ordinary railroad, wouldn"t it? But that isn"t all. The cliffs along that canyon are shale-topped and shale-undermined, the shale alternating with loose rock about fifty feet above our line of grade in quarter-mile stretches all along. That means incessant track-walking day and night through the mile and a half of cutting, and afterward--for all time afterward--a construction train kept handy under steam to clear away debris that will never quit sliding down on the embankment."
"I"m afraid you are right," said Ford. "It"s the worst bit on the entire extension; the most costly to build, as it will be the most expensive to maintain. But I guess Brandreth knew what he was about when he surveyed it."
"Brandreth is a short-line man. He wouldn"t lengthen his line ten miles to dodge an earthquake. Ford, we can save a hundred thousand dollars on that piece of track in first cost--to say nothing of the future."
"How? I"m always open to conviction."
"By leaving the S. L & W. survey at Horse Creek, following up to the low divide at Emory"s Mine, and crossing to enter Copah from the southeast instead of from the northeast. I came out that way from Copah five days ago. It"s perfectly feasible; straight-away, easy earth work for the greater part, and the only objection is that it adds about twelve running miles to the length of the extension. It"s for you to say whether or not the added distance will be warranted by the lessened cost and the a.s.surance of safety in operating. If we cut through that lower canyon cliff it will be only a question of time until we bury somebody, no matter how closely it is watched."
Ford took time to consider the proposal. There were objections, and he named one of them.
"The MacMorroghs have based their bid on the present survey: they will not want to let that piece of rock work drop out of sight."
"They"ll have to, if you say so. And you can afford to be pretty liberal with them on the subst.i.tuted twelve miles."
"I"ll have to think about it over night," was Ford"s final answer.
"Arrange to give me an hour to-morrow morning and we"ll go over the maps and your notes together."
Frisbie slept soundly on the gained inch, hoping to make it the coveted ell in the morning. He knew the chief objection, which was that Ford, too, was a "short-line" engineer; a man who would lay down his railroad as the Czar of Russia did the St. Petersburg-Moscow line--by placing a ruler on the map and drawing a straight mark beside it between the two cities--if that were an American possibility. But he knew, too, that the safety clause would weigh heavily with Ford, and there was no minimizing the danger to future traffic if the canyon route should be retained.
It turned out finally as the first a.s.sistant had hoped and believed it would. Ford spent a thoughtful hour at his office in the Guaranty Building before Frisbie came down--the little man being trail-weary enough to sleep late in the comfortable room at the Brown Palace. The slight change of route was hardly a matter to be carried up to the executive committee, and Ford"s decision turned upon quite another pivot--the addition of twelve miles of distance. As against this, safety and economy won the day; and when Frisbie came in the talk was merely of ways and means.
"Fix up the change with the MacMorroghs the best way you can," was Ford"s concluding instruction to his lieutenant. "They will kick, of course; merely to be kicking at anything I suggest. But you can bring them to terms, I guess."
"By my lonesome?" said Frisbie. "Aren"t you going over to see the new route with your own eyes?"
"No. I"m perfectly willing to trust your judgment, d.i.c.k. Besides, I"ve got other fish to fry. I"m going east to-night to have one more tussle with the steel mills. We must have quicker deliveries and more of them.
When I get back, we"ll organize the track-layers and begin to make us a railroad."
"Good," said Frisbie, gathering up his maps and sketches of the detour country; and so, in the wording of a brief sentence or two it came to pa.s.s that Ford delivered himself bound and unarmed into the hands of his enemies.
A little light was thrown upon this dark pa.s.sage that night in the office of the general manager, after Ford"s train had gone eastward, and Frisbie was on his way back to the MacMorrogh headquarters on the lower Pannikin. North was waiting when Eckstein came in, flushed as from a rapid walk.
"It"s all settled?" asked the general manager, with a slow lift of the eyebrow to betray his anxiety.
"To the queen"s taste, I should say," was the secretary"s not too deferential reply. "Ford"s out of the way, to be gone ten days or a fortnight, and Frisbie has gone back to d.i.c.ker with MacMorrogh, and to survey the new route up Horse Creek. Ford doesn"t know; I doubt if he will ever know until we spring the trap on him. The one thing I was most afraid of was that he would insist upon going over the new line himself.
Then, of course, he would have found out--he couldn"t help finding out."
The general manager squared his huge shoulders against the back of the chair.
"You think he would call it off if he knew?" he queried. "You give him credit for too much virtue, Eckstein. But I think we have him now. By the time he returns it will be too late for him to hedge. MacMorrogh will see to that."
Eckstein nodded. "I made a point of that with Brian," he said. "The minute the word is given he is to throw a little army of graders upon the new roundabout. But Ford won"t find out. He"ll be too busy on this end of the line with the track-layers. I"m a little nervous about Merriam, though."
"He"s the man who talked Frisbie into championing the new route?"
"Yes. He did it pretty skilfully: made Frisbie think he was finding it out himself, and never let the little man out of his sight while they were in Copah. But I am afraid Merriam himself knows too much."
"Get him out of the country--before Ford gets back," was the crisp order. "If he isn"t here when the gun goes off, he can"t tell anybody how it was loaded."
"An appointment--" Eckstein began.
"That is what I mean," said the general manager, turning back to his desk. "We need a traffic agency up in the Oregon country. See Merriam--to-night. Find out if he"d like to have the general agency at, say, twenty-five hundred a year; and if he agrees, get out the circular appointing him."
"He"ll agree, fast enough," laughed the secretary. "But I"ll nail him--to-night."
Ford spent rather more than two weeks in his round-up of the eastern steel mills, and there was a terrific acc.u.mulation of correspondence awaiting him when he reached Denver. At the top of the pile was an official circular appointing one George Z. Merriam, a man whom Ford remembered, or seemed vaguely to remember, as one of the MacMorrogh bookkeepers, general agent of the P. S-W., with headquarters at Portland, Oregon. And at the bottom of the acc.u.mulation was a second official printing, bearing the approval of the president, this; and Ford"s eyes gloomed angrily when he read it.
PACIFIC SOUTHWESTERN RAILWAY CO.
Office of the President.
NEW YORK, August 24.
To All Officials and Employees:
At a called meeting of the stock-holders of this company, held in New York, August 23, Mr. John C. North was elected First Vice-President and General Manager of all lines of this company, operative and under construction. All officers and employees will govern themselves accordingly.
By Order of the Executive Committee.
Approved:
SIDNEY J. COLBRITH, President.
XV
AN UNWILLING HOST
Standing in the Pacific portal of Plug Pa.s.s, on the old snow-crust which, even in midsummer, never entirely disappears at alt.i.tude ten thousand feet, they could look away westward over a billowing sea of mountain and mesa and valley breaking in far-distant, crystalline s.p.a.ce against the mighty rampart of the Wasatch range, two hundred and other miles nearer the sunset.
It was an outlook both inspiring and chastening; with the scenic grandeurs to give the exalted uplift, and the still, gray-green face of the vast mountainous desert to shrink the beholder to microscopic littleness in the face of its stupendous heights and depths, its immeasurable bulks and inters.p.a.ces. Miss Alicia said something like this to Ford, in broken exclamations, when she had taken her first quailing eye-plunge from the lofty view-point.