"No; I haven"t put mine on the market. It"s some of my partner"s, Grigsby"s, stock. I suppose he couldn"t stand the push."
Once more the president listened. Only an ex-wrestler in the wheat pit could have picked intelligence out of the Babel of puts and calls.
"It"s up to a hundred and fifty!" he exploded. "What did you pay for your shares, Mr. Ford?"
"Twenty," said Ford coolly.
"Good Heavens! I--I hope you hold a safe majority?"
"No; we broke even, Grigsby and I. I have fifty per cent."
The president groaned.
"I--I"ll excuse you, Mr. Ford. Get down there at once and buy that other necessary share!"
Ford shook his head with predetermined gloom. "No, Mr. Colbrith, I"m not buying any more mining stock. What I did buy seems to have cost me my job."
"But, my dear young man! This is a crisis. You are likely to lose control of your property! Or, at least, it is soaring to a point at which you will never be able to secure the control."
Ford came up smiling. "You forget that this is mere mad excitement, Mr.
Colbrith," he said, handing back the President"s own phrase. "To-morrow, I dare say, I shall be able to buy at twenty again."
The president came away from the window and sat down. His face was twitching and the thin white hands were tremulous.
"There may be more in this gold discovery than I have been willing to admit," he said abstractedly, "and in that case ... Mr. Ford, upon what terms will you consent to go on and whip this line of ours into shape?"
Ford came out of the fog of discouragement with a bound.
"A complete change in the management of the Pacific Southwestern, Mr.
Colbrith. North and his grafters must go."
The President did not fly into wrathful shards, as Ford fully expected.
On the contrary, he was fingering the white goat"s-beard with one nervous hand, and apparently listening half-absently to the clamor in the street.
"Don"t be unreasonable, Mr. Ford," he said quite mildly. "You know we can"t consider anything like that at the present moment."
"It must be considered," Ford persisted. "Ever since I quit being a division superintendent, North has obstructed, lied about me, fought me.
The time has come when, if I stay, I must have a free hand. I can"t have it while he is out of jail."
"That is strong language to apply to our first vice-president, Mr. Ford.
And I can only believe that you are prejudiced--unduly prejudiced. But all this may be taken up later. As you suggest, we may be losing very precious time."
Ford got to his feet.
"Promise me that you will give the Denver management as thorough an investigation as you have given me, Mr. Colbrith; do that, and give me absolute authority over the MacMorroghs and their men for one week; and before the week"s end we"ll be hauling pa.s.sengers and freight into Copah over our own rails."
For a moment the president seemed to be on the point of yielding. Then his habitual caution thrust out its foot and tripped him.
"I can"t be pushed, Mr. Ford," he complained, with a return of the irritated tone. "Let the matter rest for the present. And--and you may consider yourself relieved from duty until I have gone a little deeper into these charges against you. Mr. North accuses you, and you accuse Mr. North. I must have time to approach those matters deliberately. I don"t know which of you to trust."
It was a deadlock. Ford bowed and laid his hand on the door.
"You are still the president of the Pacific Southwestern, Mr. Colbrith, and while you remain president--"
The old man"s pride of office took fire like tow in a furnace.
"What do you mean by that, Mr. Ford? Make yourself clear, sir!" he quavered.
"I mean just this: if your niece, Miss Alicia Adair, hadn"t been good enough to say that she will be my wife, I"d carry this thing up to the board of directors and do my level best to have you put where you could do the least harm."
"You? Alicia?" the old man shrilled. And then, in an access of senile rage that shook him like a leaf in the wind: "I said you were suspended--you are discharged, sir--here and now! If you give another order as an official of the Pacific Southwestern company, I"ll--I"ll put you through the courts for it!"
Ford opened the door and went out, leaving the president clutching his chair with one hand and balling the other into a shaking fist. The die was cast, and he had thrown a blank at the very moment when the game seemed to be turning his way. What would Alicia say?
As if the unspoken query had evoked her, the door of her room opened silently and she stood before him in the corridor.
"Tell me," she commanded.
"We have fought it out, and I"ve had my beating," he said soberly. "When I thought I had him fairly down,--he was actually begging me to stay on with the company,--we got tangled up again over North, and he fired me bodily."
"Did you--did you tell him about our--"
"Yes; and that was what set off the final fireworks."
She put her hands on his shoulders and made him face her squarely.
"Stuart, did you lose your temper?"
"I--I"m afraid I did--just at the last, you know. It"s simply an unspeakable state of affairs, Alicia, dear! At a moment when we should be setting the whole world afire in a superhuman effort to flog this piece of construction track into shape, your uncle paralyzes everything!"
The constraining touch of her hands became almost a caress. "What shall you do, Stuart? Is there nothing to be done?"
He took his resolution on the spur of the moment.
"Yes, thank heaven! Your uncle has got to find a printing press, or at least a telegraph wire, before he can make my discharge effective.
Before he can do that, or until he does it, I"m going to pull the throttle wide open and race that discharge circular, if I go to jail for it, afterward! Who knows but I shall have time to save the day for the company after all? Good-by, dearest. In twenty minutes I shall be riding for the MacMorroghs" camp, and when I get there--"
"You are going to ride back?--alone? Oh, no, no!" she protested; and the clinging arms held him.
"Why, Alicia, girl--see here: what do you imagine could happen to me?
Why, bless your loving heart, I"ve been tramping and riding this desert more or less for two years! What has come over you?"
"I don"t know; but--but--oh, me! you will think I am miserably weak and foolish: but just as you said that, I seemed to see you lying in the road with your horse standing over you--and you were--dead!"
"Nonsense!" he comforted. "I"ll be back here to-morrow, alive and well; but I mustn"t lose a minute now. It"s up to me to reach Horse Creek before the news of the gold strike gets there. There"ll be a stampede, with every laborer on the line hoofing it for Copah. Good-by, sweetheart, and--may I?" He took her face between his hands and did it anyhow.
Five minutes later he was bargaining for a saddle horse at the one livery stable in the camp, offering and paying the selling price of the animal for the two days" hire. It was a rather sorry mount at that, and when he was dragging it out into the street, Jack Benson, the youngest member of his staff, rode up, that moment in from the tie-camp above Cow Mountain.