"There must be some rushing if you have that million dollars by four o"clock," laughed Constance. "Polly and I want you to have it."
"You"re right that I"ll have to go some," he admitted.
"Excuse the chauffeur for interrupting your conversation," protested Polly, turning round and deftly missing a venturesome banana cart; "but you grabbed off half a million of it on a holiday."
"It was twelve-thirty this morning when we took Gresham," claimed Johnny. "This is a working-day."
"Hotel Midas," announced the chauffeur, pulling up to that flamboyant new hostelry with a flourish.
Johnny hurried in to the desk, where Mr. Boise had already left word that Mr. Gamble should be shown right up. He found that fatigue-proof old Westerner shining from his morning ablutions, as neat as a pin from head to foot, and smoking his after-breakfast cigar in a parlor which had not so much as a tidy displaced. His eyes twinkled the moment he saw Johnny.
"I suppose you still have a disinterested anxiety to have me adopt the Sage City and Salt Pool route?" he laughed.
"I"m still anxious about it," amended Johnny, refusing to smile at his own evasion of the disinterestedness. "I brought you a wad of reports and things to show you how good that territory is. You don"t know what a rich pay-streak you"d open up in that part of the Sancho Hills Basin."
Mr. Boise laughed with keen enjoyment.
"I don"t think I need to wade through that stuff, Johnny," he admitted, having picked up from Courtney the habit of calling young Gamble by his first name. "To tell you the truth, I sent a wireless telegram to my chief engineer yesterday afternoon, off Courtney"s yacht when we connected with the Taft, and this morning I have a five-hundred-word night lettergram from him, telling me that after a thorough investigation of the situation he finds that the Sage City and the Lariat Center routes are so evenly balanced in advantage that a choice of them is really only a matter of sentiment."
Johnny paused awkwardly, stumped for the first time in his life.
"I don"t know how to make that kind of an argument," he confessed, to the great enjoyment of Boise.
"It is rather difficult," admitted that solidly constructed railroad president; "particularly since I personally favor the Lariat Center route."
Johnny again felt very awkward.
"Can"t we put this on some sort of a business basis?" he implored.
"I don"t think so," returned Mr. Boise with a cheerful smile. "You probably couldn"t influence me in the least; but that charming young lady who was with you yesterday afternoon--your sister or something, I believe, wasn"t it--she might."
Johnny stiffened.
"Then we don"t want it," he quietly decided, and took his hat.
"That"s the stuff!" yelled Boise in delight. "You belong out West!
Well, Johnny, I"m afraid you"ll have to have it as a matter of sentiment, and partly on the charming young lady"s account, whether you like it or not. Now what have you to say about it, you young bantam?"
"Much obliged," laughed Johnny, recovering from his huff in a hurry. "I thank you for both of us."
"Don"t mention it," replied Boise easily, and chuckling in a way that did him good. "Give my very warmest regards to the young lady in question."
"Would you care to come down-stairs and give them to her yourself?"
invited Johnny, a trifle ashamed that he had resented the quite evidently sincere admiration of Boise for both Constance and himself.
"So early in the morning?" laughed Boise, putting on his sombrero with alacrity. "It must be serious," and, clapping Johnny heartily on the shoulder with a hand which in its lightest touch came down with the force of a mallet, he led the way to the elevator.
At the curb Mr. Boise, who was also confronting a busy day, delighted both the girls and Johnny by the sort of well-wishes that a real man can make people believe, and when they drove away Constance was blushing and Polly was actually threatening to adopt him.
The next stop was at Collaton"s, where Johnny bought from that nonchalantly pleased young man his interest in the Gamble-Collaton Irrigation Company for five thousand dollars, A check for which amount he borrowed from Polly while Collaton was signing the transfer.
Next he went to the offices of the Western Developing Company, and the president of that extensive concern waved him away with both hands.
"If you"ve come about that Sancho Hills Basin land of yours, talk to me about it in a theater lobby sometime," Washburn warned Johnny in advance. "We discuss nothing but real business up here."
"I"ll bet you five thousand acres of the land that this is real business," Johnny offered. "The S. W. & P. has just secured control of the B. F. & N. W., and intends to run the main line to Puget Sound right square through the middle of my land. Now are you busy?"
"Sit down and have a cigar," invited Washburn, and slammed a call-bell.
"Billy," he told a boy, "if Mr. Rothberg comes in on that appointment tell him I"ll see him in a few minutes. Now, Johnny, how do I know that the S. W. & P. will actually build that connecting link through your land?"
"Ask Boise," directed Johnny confidently. "He"s at the Hotel Midas, and he has appointments in his room for the most of the morning."
"Has that grasping old monopolist gumshoed into town again?" inquired Washburn, and promptly ordered his secretary to get Boise on the telephone. "How much do you want for that land?" he asked while he waited.
"Half a million dollars," stated Johnny. "No, I mean five hundred and ten thousand," he hastily corrected, remembering his five-thousand-dollar debt to Polly, and planning a five-thousand-dollar betrothal blow-out that should be a function worth while.
"Half a million"s a lot of money," Washburn soberly objected.
"I said half a million and ten thousand, spot cash and to-day," Johnny carefully corrected.
"You"re joking."
"Am I smiling?" demanded Johnny. "Washburn, if I can"t get that odd ten thousand I"m in no hurry to sell."
Washburn"s bell rang, but he went into the next room to talk to Boise.
He came back resigned.
"We"ll need a few days for the formalities," he suggested.
"You don"t need a minute," denied Johnny. "You looked up the t.i.tle weeks ago, and you know it"s all right. The formalities can be concluded in thirty minutes if you"ll send your attorney down with me."
"But what"s the rush?" demanded Washburn, averse to paying out cash with this speed.
"I want the money," explained Johnny.
"All right," gave in Washburn. "You may see Jackson at two o"clock and wind up the business. He"ll hand you a check."
"For five hundred and ten thousand?" inquired Johnny with proper caution.
"For five hundred and ten thousand," repeated Washburn. "It"s a fool-sounding amount, but Boise said that if I wouldn"t pay it he would."
"May I speak to Boise a minute?" asked Johnny.
"This deal"s closed," hastily cautioned Washburn with his hand on the telephone.
"Of course it"s closed," acknowledged Johnny. "I want to invite Boise to a party."