"Tell him to get out from under, quick," Gray said, sharply, "for I"ll break Henry Nelson or--I"ll kill him!"
"Tut, tut! You"re excited. You mustn"t talk like that. I give you credit for an honest hatred, but--I can"t sympathize with it. Neither can I believe so ill of Henry Nelson. Remember, I"ve known him and Bell for years." With a complete finality the banker concluded, "You"ll have to give it up, Gray."
"I beg pardon?"
"I say we sha"n"t permit you to go on with this murderous feud. We can"t be parties to it. What you"ve told me warrants us in withdrawing our support instantly, but I--I--d.a.m.n it all, I can"t help liking you and believing in you! Frankly, there"s something sublime about a grudge like yours. However, we can"t go on like this. We can"t put up more money now that we know what you have in mind. Call this thing off and perhaps I can induce our crowd to leave their money in until it can be worked out. That"s the most I can undertake."
"I need your money and your support now more than ever," the other man gravely confessed. "I need it at once; to-day. Nevertheless, I sha"n"t quit."
"You _must!_" Roswell cried, impatiently. "You can"t defy us."
"The devil I can"t!" It was Gray"s turn to blaze. "That"s exactly what I"m doing. I defy you to get your money out. I defy you to interfere with me in the slightest or to wring a particle of mercy out of me. I knew this would come, sooner or later, and I planned accordingly. What d"you think I am, eh? I tell you I"ve got him! Otherwise he"d never squeal about this--army matter. Now then, tell your crowd to try and pull out! That"s not a threat, sir, for they have played fair with me, and I sha"n"t sacrifice a penny of their money--unless they force me to do so. But--I"m in control. I"m sitting pretty. They can"t unseat me, and I warn them not to try."
"You are making a great mistake. We will find a way to--to _pull_ you off."
"Ever try to pull a bulldog out of a fight when he had the other dog down and his teeth in its throat? I have. There"s something rather horrible about it--rather beastly and shocking. And there"s always the danger of losing a hand." The speaker rose. He hesitated, before leaving, to say: "Your son served with honor, Mr. Roswell. I know how you must feel about this--other matter, therefore I shall spare you the embarra.s.sment of declining my hand."
The financier"s face reddened; rather stiffly he said, "You know whether you have a right to offer it."
Instantly the departing visitor extended his palm, and Roswell realized that he had seldom seen a man more deeply moved. "Thanks! I--It is a blow to lose your support, but--nothing can swerve me. Meanwhile, I"m glad that we do not part as enemies."
When he had gone, when he had pa.s.sed out with head up and shoulders square, the banker shivered slightly. Audibly he murmured: "G.o.d, what a man! What a hatred!"
The Briskows had just moved into their new home, and the place was still in some confusion when Gray mounted the steps. Pa answered the bell in his shirt sleeves and with a claw hammer in his hand, for he had been hanging pictures. He favored his visitor with a wide smile of welcome and a hearty greeting-quite a feat, inasmuch as his mouth was full of nails--then, having rid it of its contents, he explained:
"We got a slave that tends the door, but I "ain"t got gentled up to bells an" things yet. Allie"s away an" Ma"s layin" down, so--"
"Ma isn"t ill, I hope?"
"N--no. Just ailin". I thought mebbe one of the neighbors had run in to see her, but--I guess they"re busy. We got lots of neighbors here, rich ones, an" we made up our minds to like "em, if they"ll give us a chance."
"You were in luck to find a house in such a smart neighborhood, Gus.
Now show me around, quickly, for I"m dying to see it."
"Lord, I"m dyin" to show it to _somebody!_ You"re the first one that"s dropped in an" we been here "most two weeks. Say, you"ll stay an" eat supper, won"t you?"
"Of course I will, and breakfast, too, if you can take care of me."
"Pshaw! Didn"t we take keer of you when you come to the ranch? We got three n.i.g.g.e.rs now, just doin" the housework." As if in justification of this riotous mode of life, the oil man explained: "Ma wanted to do it herself, but she"s porely, an" Allie vetoed it complete. She says we"ll be stylish an" enjoy life if it kills all three of us. I"d of bought a bigger house if they"d of let me, but--"
"It is large enough. Anything more would merely add to your cares."
"Her and Ma picked out the furniture. Swell, ain"t it?"
"Beautiful!" Gray exclaimed. Inwardly he groaned, for, although the contents of the home appeared to be expensive, almost ostentatious, they nevertheless betrayed a conspicuous lack of taste both in character and in arrangement. Here and there were color combinations so atrocious that they positively hurt the caller. On the whole, however, the place looked better than he had expected, and such indications of harmony and restraint as he detected he attributed to Allie. It was a nice enough home, and with a little change, a little rearrangement, it could be made attractive even to one of elegant tastes. Those changes, of course, Gray determined to make.
Gus, plainly, was not yet accustomed to the sense of ownership, and he hung with eagerness upon his guest"s expressions of approval. After a tour of inspection the men wound up in the library--an absurd misnomer under the circ.u.mstances, inasmuch as the shelves were entirely bare except for Allie"s dog-eared school books--and there, before a blazing gas log, they discussed the miracle.
"Allie"s gone out to the old farm to get some stuff for Ma," the father explained in due time. "Some pitchers of her an" Buddy when they was little, an" a rockin"-chair, an" Ma"s favorite bedspread, an" some other things she likes."
Gray remembered the portraits, executed by a St. Louis "enlargement"
concern. They had wide gilt frames, and were protected from ravaging flies by mosquito netting. He hoped that Ma would not hang them in the hall or the living-room. And that rocker, for which she yearned, was probably the one with the creaking coiled springs--the one that had leaped after him and clashed its jaws like an alligator.
"By the way, how does Buddy like the new home?" the latter inquired.
"He "ain"t seen it yet. Says he"s too busy to leave the job. What you done to that boy, anyhow?"
"I"m making a real man out of him--and an oil man, too. He knew how to dress tools when I got him, but he"s a pretty good driller now. Before long he"ll be able to take charge of your property and run it on practical lines. I told you he had it in him, and that he"d make a "hand.""
"You never wrote us nothin" about his--his trouble."
"I left the explaining for him."
Gus smiled meditatively. "First we knew that you an" him had been fightin" was when he wrote us a letter sayin" he was doin" great an"
could see out of one eye." Then, more gravely: "It was worryin" over Buddy"s affair that got Ma to ailin". She "ain"t been right well since.
Say, wha"d you do with that--woman?" Briskow p.r.o.nounced the last word with an accent of scorn and hatred.
"I gave her a chance to make an honest, decent living. I set her up in business."
"_What?_"
"And she is making good." When the elder man shook his head impatiently Gray went on, "I"m pretty worldly and calloused, but if one virtue has been spared me, it is charity."
For a moment the father studied his caller. "Tell me," he began, "was it altogether on Buddy"s account that you an" him tied into one another?"
Gray threw back his head and laughed frankly. "Altogether, I a.s.sure you. That"s why I found it so hard."
"He _oughta_ been licked! Takin" up with a--a thing like her." Gus was groping for words more eloquent of his displeasure at his son and his hatred for the object of Buddy"s misplaced affections, when Gray forestalled him.
"Just a minute. You are a rich man and you are growing richer. Careful, frugal, prosperous people like you are apt to become unduly hard and oversuspicious; but you mustn"t permit it. Think, for instance, what environment did to your children, then remember that under slightly different circ.u.mstances it might have made evildoers even of them. Most people would like to run straight, and would do so if they had a chance. Anyhow, it is an interesting experiment to put the chance in their way. Tell me, Gus, how much money have you got?"
"I dunno. Figgers over a thousand dollars don"t mean much to me."
Gray searched the speaker"s face with a speculative gaze. "It"s mostly liquid, I presume." There was a pause. "I mean it"s in cash or the equivalent?"
"Oh, sure! These bonds an" stocks an" things--" Briskow shook his head disapprovingly. "Land ain"t any too safe, either. It"s rainin" now, an"
it "ll keep on rainin" till the farmers is all drowned out. Next year it"ll be droughty an" fry "em to a crisp. No, I"m skeered of land. I"m skeered of everything!" This last was said plaintively. "Why, lookit these Liberty bonds! Goin" down steady. I wouldn"t put no money into the gov"ment unless I had something to say about runnin" it. An" s"pose I did? I wouldn"t know how it oughta be run."
"How about oil properties? Wouldn"t you like to invest in a good, safe proposition, with the prospect of big--"
"Gosh, _no!_ I"m skeerder of oil than anything, "cause I know somethin"
about it. Feller been tryin" to sell me life insurance, lately, but you gotta die to get your money back. No; there"s a catch in all them propositions. Sometimes I wake up nights dreamin" we"re all back at the old place an" pore again. That ends my sleepin". You see, Allie"s a lady now, an" she"s used to silk stockin"s, an" Buddy"s been out in the world spendin" money on women, an" Ma"s gettin" old. I could go back to corn bread, but it would kill them. Worst of it is, the black lime ain"t holdin" up, an" our wells will give out some day." Briskow sighed heavily and his brows drew together in an anxious pucker.
"You"ll have enough money in bank to do you."
"Banks bust. I tell you the hull world"s full of skullduggery.
Suspicious? I should say I was! I use" to think if we had money our troubles would be over, but--Lord, that"s when they begin! You see, if I was bright an" knew what slick people is up to, I"d be all right; but--Why, I"m like a settin" hen. I can feel the eggs under me, but how am I goin" to keep the skunks away when they smell the nest? I"m "most tempted to turn everything I got over to some honest man an" let him han"le it. Some feller that had the savvy."