"Certainly not."
"Nevertheless, I do. For one thing, you are a good fighter and a good loser. I try to be, but I fear I lack your spirit. I would not have hurt you willingly."
The woman tossed her head and turned away; when she spoke, it was wearily: "I might have known I couldn"t make the jump. I never did win a big race. A good loser, eh? Well, I"ve had enough practice at it. How is Buddy? Hurt, I suppose. His young life is blasted; he"ll never trust another woman."
"He is standing it pretty well, and is greatly cheered by the fact that he can see out of his left eye practically as well as ever. He is going back to the oil fields and learn the business. I am going to put him to work. What are you going to do with Bennie?"
"Do with him? What can I do with him?"
"He is a bright boy."
"I"m bright, too, but I have all I can do to get by."
"It is a shame to think he will grow up into what his father was."
Margie Fulton wheeled and her blue eyes were dark. "I suppose you think I"m a bad mother. But what do you know about it? How do you know what I"ve gone through for him; the sacrifices I"ve made? I"ve made plenty and they came hard."
"I"d like to help you make a man of him."
"What? _You_? How?"
"I"d like to put him in business and teach him that there is no profit in short-changing customers; that the real wise guy isn"t the fellow who gets the best of every bag of peanuts, but the one who can go back to the same customer and sell him another bag. The abstract principle has been put much more succinctly, but I doubt if it would carry the same weight with him. I"d enjoy giving the boy a hand up, but--he is more than I"d care to tackle alone."
"There"s Mallow to help you. He"d be a refining influence." The mother"s lip curled.
"How about you?"
"Me?"
"Isn"t the--sort of life you are living becoming a bit tiresome? Aren"t you about fed up on uncertainties?" The object of these queries drew a deep breath; her eyelids flickered, but she continued to stare at the speaker. "Worry brings deeper wrinkles than old age. Wouldn"t you like to tie to something solid and be able to show Bennie that you are, at heart, the sort of woman I consider you? He"ll soon be getting old enough to wonder if you are what he thinks you are or if--"
"I suppose you learned this--bayonet practice in the army," Mrs. Fulton said, hoa.r.s.ely.
"Anybody can make a good living in a country like this if he cares enough to try. I"ll back you if you need money."
"And--what"s the price?"
"My price? Oh, I"d feel well repaid if some day Bennie acknowledged that I was a "regular guy," and if you agreed."
"Is that all?"
"Quite all. Is there something you do--well?"
"I can cook. I"m a good cook. Women like me usually have hobbies they never can follow--and I have two. I can make a fool of a stove, and I--I can design children"s clothes, wonderful things, new things--"
"Will you come to Wichita Falls and start a restaurant and make good things to eat, if I supply the money and the customers?"
"_Will_ I?" The speaker"s face had flushed, her eyes had begun to sparkle. "Then it"s a bargain," Gray declared, gayly. "Why, you"ll get rich, for it is the chance of a lifetime. I"ll guarantee patronage; I"ll drum up trade if I have to turn sandwich man and ring a bell.
Leave the details to me."
Margie Fulton sank slowly into the nearest chair, regardless of the fact that it was piled full of lacy, white, expensive things; her voice quavered, broke, as she said: "Gee, Mr. Gray! I figured there must be some decent men in the world, but--I never thought I"d meet one."
CHAPTER XXIII
In a long, relentless struggle between two men psychology may play a part as important as in a campaign between two opposing armies, or so at least Calvin Gray believed. That, in fact, was one of his pet theories and from the first he had planned to test it. It was characteristic of Henry Nelson, on the other hand, that he put no faith whatever in "imponderables," hence Gray"s reference to morale, on that day of their first meeting, had amused him. Morale, indeed! As if a man of his tough fiber could be affected by the mere chanting of a Hymn of Hate! He considered himself the captain of his soul, and the antics of a malicious enemy, the wild waving of false danger signals, instead of distracting a resolute mariner, would merely cause him to steer a truer course.
But Nelson was a brooder. Time came when doubts distressed him, when he began to put faith in "malicious animal magnetism" and, despite his better sense, to wonder if some evil spell really had not been put upon him.
In his arrogance it had seemed at first a simple matter to do away with Gray. That had been mistake number one. The miserable breakdown of that plan, the refusal of his hireling to go forward, and the impossibility of securing a trustworthy subst.i.tute convinced him finally that he had erred grievously in his method. Some men are invulnerable to open attack, and Gray, it seemed, had been wet in the waters of the Styx.
No, that had been a bad beginning and Nelson regretted it, for he feared it had served as a warning.
So, indeed, it appeared, for not long thereafter he actually felt, or thought he felt, the vengeful claws of his enemy. A new strike in one of the western counties had become public, and a brand-new oil excitement was born overnight. Trains were crowded, roads were jammed with racing automobiles; in the neighborhood of the new well ensued scenes to duplicate those of other pools. For the first week or two there was a frenzy of buying and selling, a speculation in oil acreage and town lots.
The Nelsons, of course, were early on the ground, for in spite of the father"s contention that they could ill afford, at the moment, to tie up more money in unproductive properties, the son had argued that they must have "protection," and his arguments had prevailed.
Henry went in person, and he was disagreeably surprised to discover Gray on the ground ahead of him. The latter bore evidences of hard usage in the shape of a black eye and numerous bandages, reputed to be the result of an automobile collision. Henry regretted that his enemy"s injuries were so trivial. It was indeed a pity that so few accidents are fatal.
He bought rapidly, right and left, as much to forestall Gray as anything else, and he was back at the bank shortly with a number of leases. Not until some time later did he learn that he had paid a price for them twice as high as that charged for properties closer in.
It was Bell who brought this unwelcome information home to him--brought it home in his characteristic manner.
"What the h.e.l.l ails you, anyhow?" the father inquired, in apoplectic wrath. "Have you gone clean crazy?"
After some inquiry Henry realized what ailed him and who had caused him to throw away his money, but he did not apprise Bell. More than once they had been parties to "wash sales," and had helped to establish artificial values, but to be victimized in the same manner was like the taste of poison.
Of course, it meant little in the big game. At most, the firm had been "gypped" only a comparatively few thousand dollars, and the loss could probably be recouped by a resale; nevertheless, the incident was significant, and, upon second thought, it appeared to shed light upon certain other expensive transactions in other fields.
Now, oddly enough, this new oil discovery did not develop as had been expected--in fact, the excitement died out quickly--and when Henry Nelson undertook to dispose of his holdings he was faced by a heavy loss, for Gray was offering adjoining acreage at low prices.
Following this unhappy experience, the scandal about the Jackson well became public--the Atlantic Company having at last located the leak in its pipe line--and the whole Red River district enjoyed a great laugh.
Henry Nelson did not laugh. He turned green when he realized how close he had come to buying that lease. Of course, here was a swindle that Gray could have had nothing to do with, and yet--Nelson wondered why "Bob" Parker had failed to sell it to him. "Bob" had tied it upon an option, awaiting his return, and he had hurried back on purpose to examine it. Why hadn"t he bought it? Henry asked that question of the girl, and, when she told him as much as she knew, he began to believe that the whole thing was, indeed, an incredibly bold attempt to swindle him, and him alone.
Miss Parker, of course, was deeply chagrined at her connection with the fraud; nevertheless, the banker felt his flesh turn cold at the narrowness of his escape. He a.s.sured himself, upon calmer thought, that his imagination was running away with him; this was too devilishly ingenious, too crooked! And besides, Gray had promised to fight fair.
All the same, the thing had a suspicious odor, and Nelson slept badly for a few nights. He decided to use extra caution thereafter and see that he neither paid more for leases than they were worth nor permitted anybody to "salt" him. Salting, after all, was rare; one read about it in books, but no experienced operator had ever been fooled in that way.
About this time a big ga.s.ser blew in north of the Louisiana fields, and wise oil men began to talk about Arkansas and quietly to gather in acreage. Less than a week later one of Nelson"s field men brought into the bank a youth who owned some property in the latter state. This yokel was a sick man; he was thin and white; he had a racking cough, and he knew nothing about oil except from hearsay. All he knew was that he would die if he didn"t get to a warmer, drier climate; but the story he told caused Henry Nelson to stare queerly at his field man. That very night the latter left town.
On the third night thereafter, in answer to a telegram, Nelson and the Arkansas farmer slipped un.o.btrusively out of Wichita Falls. It so happened that Brick Stoner, en route to Hot Springs for a little rest, was a pa.s.senger on the same train.
Stoner returned in due time, much rested, and he brought with him a large check to the firm"s account.
"We timed it to the minute," he told McWade and Mallow. "That ga.s.ser couldn"t have come in better if we"d ordered it. Nelson"s d.i.c.kering under cover for more acreage near what he"s got, but I tipped off who he was."
"He fell easy, eh?"
Stoner grinned. "He was so pleased with himself at swindling an invalid, and so scared somebody would discover those seepages that he couldn"t hardly wait to sign up. If it hadn"t of been for the general excitement, he might of insisted on time to do some exploring, but he"s pulled a rig off another job and he"s sending it right up."