"You are neither grammatical nor precise," snapped Judge Halloran. "You mean _we_ must be moving." He linked arms with Tom and fell into step with him; he clung to that rigid arm, moreover, despite Tom"s surly displeasure. Not until a friend stopped them for a word or two was the distracted parent enabled to escape from that spidery embrace; then, indeed, he slipped it as a filibustering schooner slips its moorings, and made off as rapidly and as un.o.btrusively as possible.
Judge Halloran stared after the retreating figure, then he showed his decayed teeth in a smile. ""Bob" is coming home to-day and the old Mountain Lion is on edge," he explained. "I must warn the boys to stay away from the station and give him his hour. Poor Tom! He has held his breath for four years."
Tom Parker had heard of children spoiled by schooling, of daughters educated away from their commonplace parents and rendered disdainful of them, but never for one instant did he fear that his girl was that sort. He just knew better. He could no more have doubted "Bob"s" love for him than his for her, or-G.o.d"s love for both of them. Such love is perfect, absolute. He took no thought, therefore, of the changes time and poverty had wrought in his appearance: "Bob" wouldn"t notice. He bet she wouldn"t care if he was plumb ragged. They were one and indivisible; she was _his_, just like his right arm; she was his boy and his girl; his son-daughter. The old gunman choked and his tonsils ached abominably. He hoped he wasn"t in for another attack of quinsy sore throat. But--why lie to himself? The truth was, he wanted to cry and he wanted to laugh at the same time, and the impulses were crossed in his windpipe. He shook his watch like a child"s rattle, to be sure it was still running.
Barbara did not disappoint her father. On the contrary, she was perhaps more deeply moved than he at their meeting. At sight of him she uttered a strangled little cry, then she ran into his arms and clung there, tightly, her cheek pressed against his breast. It was only upon occasions like this that "Bob" kissed her father, for she had been reared as a boy and taught to shun emotional display. Boys kiss their mothers. She snuggled close, and Tom could feel her whole body shaking; but she kept her head averted to conceal a distressingly unmasculine weakness. It was a useless precaution, however, for Tom was blind, his eyes were as wet as hers, and tears were trickling down the seams in his wrinkled face.
"Oh, daddy, it has been a long time!" Those were the first words either of them had spoken.
Tom opened his lips, then he closed them. He patted Barbara clumsily, and finally cleared his aching throat with a loud "_Harrumph!_" He dashed the tears from his eyes with the heel of one harsh palm, then leveled a defiant glare over her head, directed at anyone who might be looking on at his weakness. It was a blurry glare, however, and not nearly so ferocious as he intended it to be. After several efforts he managed to regain control of his vocal powers.
"Well, son!" he cried, huskily; then, "_Harrumph_!"
Barbara"s clutch tightened appreciatively. "Such a long, long time!"
Still with her cheek pressed close against him, she ran a small gloved hand into the pocket of his coat and brought forth a bandana handkerchief which she thrust into his palm, saying: "It"s a good thing I"m home, for you"ve caught another cold, haven"t you? Now blow your nose."
Barbara was anything but boyish to look at; quite the opposite, in fact. She was delightfully feminine from the crown of her smart little traveling hat to her dainty French heels, and although her suit was not expensive, it was worn with an air and was perhaps as fetching as any that had ever come to Wichita Falls. It gave the impression of perfectly setting off a figure and a personality that required no setting off. She had the Parker eyes of quenchless blue.
"Well, son, there"s a boom on and the town has grown some; but I guess things here are about the same as when you left "em." Tom spoke with pride and satisfaction as he paid the driver, took Barbara"s suitcase, and opened the gate for her.
The girl turned from her first long, appraising gaze at the modest home. No change, indeed! The paint on the house was peeling, gutters had rusted out, some of the porch flooring had rotted through, the yard was an unkempt tangle of matted gra.s.s and weeds and neglected shrubbery. The sight of it was like a stab to her, for she remembered the place as it had been, and the shock was akin to that of seeing a loved one in the garb of a tramp. But she smiled up at the gray face above her--Tom, too, was as seedy as the premises--and she nodded.
"It hasn"t changed a mite," she said, bravely.
A moment later she paused upon the threshold, tense, thrilled, apparently speechless. Tom was reminded of a trim little wren poised upon the edge of its nest. This time it was more difficult to counterfeit an exclamation of joy, but the catch in "Bob"s" voice, the moisture in her eyes, was attributed by her father to gladness at the sight of old familiar things. This was pay for the thought and the love and the labor expended, truly.
"Why, everything is right where it belongs! How _wonderfully_ you"ve kept house! You must have a perfect jewel of a girl, dad!"
"I let Aunt Lizzie go "bout three years back," Tom explained. "She got--shiftless and I been sort of batching it since. Clean, though, ain"t it?"
Barbara turned; blindly she walked to the center table and buried her face in a bouquet of wild flowers garnered from the yard. She held it there for a moment before she spoke. "You--didn"t even forget that I love bluebonnets, did you, dad?"
"Pshaw! I "ain"t had much to do but remember what you like, son."
"What"s the matter? Business bad?" "Bob"s" face was still hidden.
"Oh no! I"m busy as usual. But, now you"re home, I"ll probably feel like doing more. I got a lot of work left in me yet, now I got somebody to work for."
"So you fixed everything with your own hands."
"Sure! I knew how you like the place to look, and--well, a man gets used to doing without help. The kitchen"s clean, too."
Side by side the two moved from room to room, and, once the girl had regained control of herself, she maintained an admirable self-restraint. She petted and she cooed over objects dear to her; she loved every inch of everything; she laughed and she exclaimed, and with her laughter sunshine suddenly broke into the musty, threadbare interior for the first time in four years.
"Bob"s" room was saved for the last, and Old Tom stood back, glowing at her delight. He could not refrain from showing her his blackened thumb-nail--the price of his carpentry--for he hoped she"d kiss it. And she did. Not until she had "shooed" him out and sent him downstairs, smiling and chuckling at her radiant happiness, did she give way to those emotions she had been fighting this long time; then her face grew white and tragic. "Oh, daddy, daddy!" she whispered. "What _have_ I done to you?"
Tom Parker had raised his girl like a son, and like a son she took hold of things, but with a daughter"s tact. Her intuition told her much, but she did not arrive at a full appreciation of the family affairs until she had the house running and went down to put his office in order.
Then, indeed, she learned at what cost had come those four expensive years in the East, and the truth left her limp. She went through Tom"s dusty, disordered papers, ostensibly rearranging and filing them, and they told her much; what they did not tell her she learned from Judge Halloran and other old cronies who came in to pay their garrulous compliments.
Tom was mortgaged to the hilt, his royalties were pledged; a crow could not pick a living out of his insurance business.
Such a condition was enough to dismay any girl who had never seriously considered money matters and who had returned home to take up a life of comparative ease and superlative enjoyment where she had left it off, but "Bob" said nothing to her father. She knew every one of his shortcomings, and they endeared him to her, quite as a son"s faults and failures deepen a mother"s love, but she knew, too, that he was cantankerous and required careful handling. Tom"s toes were tender, and he forever exposed them where they were easily trodden upon, therefore the girl stepped cautiously and never even referred to his sacrifices, which would have cruelly embarra.s.sed both of them.
But something had to be done, and quickly; a new hand needed to mend the family fortunes. Barbara determined to lend that hand.
A great change had come over the town and the whole country round about, a change which the girl believed afforded her an opportunity to prove that she was not a mere daughter, not an ornament and a drag, but a real son-daughter such as Tom considered her. Wichita Falls was overcrowded with oil men, drawn thither by the town-site strike at Burkburnett, a few miles northwest, and excitement was mounting as new wells continued to come in. Central north Texas was nearing an epoch-making petroleum boom, for Ranger, away to the south, had set the oil world by the ears, and now this new sand at "Burk" lent color to the wild a.s.sertion that these north counties were completely underlaid with the precious fluid. At any rate, the price of thirsty ranch lands was somersaulting and prosperity was apparent in the homes of all Barbara"s girl friends. Her admirers of the opposite s.e.x could talk of little except leases and bonuses and "production"; they were almost too busy making money to call upon her.
Barbara knew something about oil, for she had watched the drilling of every one of those shallow wells that had kept her in college, and what is more, she knew most of the property owners in this part of the state. In that advantage she believed lay her chance of accomplishment.
After a fortnight of careful consideration she decided to enter the oil business and deal in leases.
"Good idea," Tom declared, when she had made known her plan. "The town"s so full of scamps it looks like Rodeo Day, and most of "em are doing well. If they can make good, it seems like an honest firm could do better."
"We"ll be partners, dad. You run the insurance and I"ll be the lease hound."
"Say--" Tom"s eyes brightened. "I"ll put a desk right alongside of mine--a little feller, just your size--and a nice lounge in the back room, where you can lay down when you"re tired. You been away so long it seems like I can"t have you close enough." Another thought presented itself, and he manifested sudden excitement. "I tell you! I"ll get a new sign painted, too! "Tom and Bob Parker. Real Estate and Insurance.
Oil Prop"ties and Leases." _Gosh!_ It"s a _great_ idea, son!" His smile lingered, but a moment later there came into his eyes a half-regretful light.
Barbara read his thought almost before he was aware of it, and, rising, she laid her hand upon his shoulder. Wistfully she said, "I"m awfully sorry, too, dad--"
"Eh?"
"--that I disappointed you so by not being a boy. But--it wasn"t my fault, and maybe I"ll show you that a daughter can help as much as a son."
CHAPTER IV
A year before this story opens the town of Ranger, Texas, consisted of a weatherbeaten, run-down railroad station, a blacksmith shop, and a hitching rail, town enough, incidentally, for the limited number of people and the scanty amount of merchandise that pa.s.sed through it.
Ranger lay in the dry belt--considered an almost entirely useless part of the state--where killing droughts were not uncommon, and where for months on end the low, flinty hills radiate heat like the rolls of a steel mill. In such times even the steep, tortuous canyons dried out and there was neither shade nor moisture in them. The few farms and ranches round about were scattered widely, and life thereon was a grim struggle against heartbreak, by reason of the gaunt, gray, ever-present specter of the drought. Of late this particular region had proven itself to be one of violent extremes, of extreme dryness during which flowers failed to bloom, the gra.s.s shriveled and died, and even the trees refused to put forth leaves; or, more rarely, of extreme wetness, when the country was drowned beneath torrential rains. Sometimes, during unusual winters, the heavens opened and spilled themselves, choking the narrow watercourses, washing out roads and destroying fields, changing the arid arroyos into raging river beds. At such times life for the country people was scarcely less burdensome than during the droughts, for the heavy bottom lands became quagmires, and the clay of the higher levels turned into putty or a devilish agglutinous substance that rendered travel for man or beast or vehicle almost impossible.
There appeared to be no law of average here. In dry times it was a desert, lacking wholly, however, in the beauty, the mystery, and the spell of a desert; in wet times it was a gehenna of mud and slush and stickiness, and entirely minus that beauty and freshness that attends the rainy seasons in a tropic clime. It was a land peopled by a hard-bitten race of nesters--come from G.o.d knows where and for G.o.d knows why--starved in mind and body, slaves of a hideous environment from which they lacked means of escape.
Geologists had claimed for some time that there must be coal in these north Texas counties, a contention perhaps based upon a comfortable belief in the law of compensation, upon a theory that a region so poor aboveground must of necessity contain values of some sort beneath the surface. But as for other natural resources, they scouted the belief in such. Other parts of the state yielded oil, for instance, but here the formation was all wrong. Who ever heard of oil in hard lime?
Nevertheless, petroleum was discovered, and among the fraternity that dealt in it Ranger became a word of contradiction and of deep meaning.
Aladdin rubbed his lamp, and, lo! a magic transformation occurred; one of those thrilling dramas of a dramatic industry was played. A gypsy camp sprang up beside the blacksmith shop, and as the weeks fled by it changed into a village of wooden houses, then into a town, and soon into a city of brick and iron and concrete. The railroad became clogged with freight, a tidal wave of men broke over the town. Wagons, giant motor trucks, caterpillar tractors towing long strings of trailers, lurched and groaned and creaked over the hills, following roads unfit for a horse and buggy. Straddling derricks reared themselves everywhere; their feet were set in garden patches, in plowed fields, in lonely mesquite pastures, and even high up on the crests of stony ridges. One day their timbers were raw and clean, the next day they were black and greasy, advertising the fact that once again the heavy rock pressure far below had sent another fountain of fortune spraying over the top. Then pipe lines were laid and unsightly tank farms were built.
Ranger became a mobilization point, a vast concentration camp for supplies, and amid its feverish activity there was no rest, no Sundays or holidays; the work went on at top tension night and day amid a clangor of metal, a ceaseless roar of motors, a bedlam of hammers and saws and riveters. Men lived in greasy clothes, breathing dust and the odors of burnt gas mainly, eating poor food and drinking warm, fetid water when they were lucky enough to get any at all.
This was about the state of affairs that Calvin Gray found on the morning of his arrival. He and Mallow had managed to secure a Pullman section on the night train from Dallas; the fact that they were forced to carry their own luggage from the station uptown to the restaurant where they hoped to get breakfast was characteristic of the place. En route thither they had to elbow their way through a crowd that filled the sidewalks as if on a fair day.
Mallow was well acquainted with the town, it appeared, and during breakfast he maintained a running fire of comment, some of which was worth listening to.
"Ever hear how the first discovery was made? Well, the T. P. Company had the whole country plastered with coal leases and finally decided to put down a fifteen-hundred-foot wildcat. The guy that ran the rig had a hunch there was oil here if he went deep enough, but he knew the company wouldn"t stick, so he faked the log of the well as long as he could, then he kept on drilling, against orders--refused to open his mail, for fear he"d find he was fired and the job called off. He was a thousand feet deeper than he"d been ordered to go when--blooie! Over the top she went with fourteen hundred barrels.... Desdemona"s the name of a camp below here, but they call it Hog Town. More elegant! Down there the derricks actually straddle one another, and they have to board them over to keep from drowning one another out when they blow in. Fellow in Dallas brought in the first well, and it was so big that his stock went from a hundred dollars a share to twelve thousand. All in a few weeks. Of course, he started a bank. Funniest people I ever saw, that way. Usually when a rube makes a winning he gambles or gets him a woman, but these hicks take their coin and buy banks.... Ranger"s a real town; everything wide open and the law in on the play. That makes good times. Show me a camp where the gamblers play solitaire and the women take in washing and I"ll show you a dead village. The joints here have big signs on the wall, "_Gambling Positively Prohibited_,"
and underneath the games are running high, wide, and fancy. Refined humor, I call it.... There were nine killings one day, but that"s above the average. The last time I was in town a couple of tool dressers got into a row with a laundryman--claimed they"d been overcharged six cents. It came to a shooting, and we buried all three of them. Two cents apiece! That was their closing price. The cost of living is high enough, but it isn"t expensive to die here."
In this vein ran Mallow"s talk. From the first he had laid himself out to be entertaining and helpful, and Gray obligingly permitted him to have his way. When they had finished breakfast, he even allowed his companion to hire an automobile and driver for him. They shook hands finally, the best of friends. Mallow wished him good luck and gravely voiced the hope that he would have fewer diamonds when he returned.
Gray warmly thanked his companion for his many courtesies and declared they would soon meet again.