"Certainly," a.s.sented Dan Anderson. "The first men in here were mining men from every corner of the Rockies, and they knew their business. All these mountains were platted, and "adversed," and litigated. Then, before the second discoveries, and before any coal veins were located on the other side of the valley, the gold veins pinched out. Everybody got broke, and nearly everybody got up and walked away. Meantime, the courts had only been sitting over at Lincoln once in a while--when Billy the Kid allowed it. I"ll have to admit that things were a trifle tangled as to t.i.tle."
"Well, I should say so!" Barkley was irritable, Grayson, the engineer, silent and smiling.
"There was so much room after the mining boom broke, that n.o.body cared for a town lot. Every fellow just picked out the place he liked, built where he liked, and went in as his own butler, chambermaid, and cook.
"You are seeing this country now, gentlemen," he went on, "pretty much as G.o.d made it, and as Coronado saw it three hundred years ago. I deprecate any undue haste on your part. We"ve been three hundred years in getting this far along. We"ve done very well without either a town site or a city council."
Barkley was utterly unable to comprehend either Dan Anderson or Heart"s Desire. "This is the absolute limit!" he rapped out. "At least we"ll end this now. Come on, Grayson, we three"ll go out and have a look at the place, and see what is the best way to lay out the streets. I suppose, Anderson, you can tell us how we can get t.i.tle under government patent--mineral lands--coal lands--desert lands--homestead--whatever we can dig out the quickest?"
"Oh, yes," said Dan Anderson, "but don"t dig too deep, or you may run against a land grant from Ferdinand and Isabella to some well-beloved _hidalgo_ whose descendants may now be herding sheep on the Pecos, or owning the earth along the Rio Grande. Cabeza de Vaca may own this valley, for all I know. Maybe Coronado owns it. _Quien sabe_? We only borrowed the place. We thought that probably Charles IV, or Philip II, or whoever it was, wouldn"t mind very much, seeing that he"s dead anyhow, in case we returned the valley in good condition, reasonable wear and tear excepted, after we were dead ourselves. Of course, this railroad coming in complicates matters a good deal. Do I make all this clear to you, gentlemen? I never did see a place just like this, myself."
"No?" snapped Barkley.
"So we called it Heart"s Desire."
"We"ll call it Coalville now," retorted Barkley.
They pa.s.sed out into the bright sunlit street of Heart"s Desire.
Stern-browed Carrizo, guardian through centuries of calm and secrecy, gazed down on them unwinking. Dan Anderson looked up at the grim sentinel of the valley, and mockery left his speech. He looked about at the wide and vacant s.p.a.ces of the little settlement, lying content, secure, and set apart, and a horror came upon his soul. He was about to be a traitor, a traitor to Heart"s Desire! Law--t.i.tle--security--what more of these could these men bring to Heart"s Desire than it had long had already? What wrong here had ever been left unrighted? Truth, and justice, and fairness, and sincerity, those priceless things--why, he had known them here for years. Were they now to be made more obvious, or more strong? He had believed his friends, had had friends to believe; would these walking at his side be better friends? These men of Heart"s Desire, these simple children who had left the smother of civilization to seek out for themselves a place of strength and simplicity, these strong and fearless giants, these friends of his--had he not promised them that they would be safe in his hands? Hitherto there had never been a traitor among all the men of Heart"s Desire. Was he, their accepted friend, to be the first? Dan Anderson pa.s.sed his hand over a forehead suddenly grown moist. He dared not look up at the chiding front of old Carrizo.
"I was saying," said Porter Barkley, turning from the taciturn engineer as they walked along the hillside, "that this place seems to have been laid off with a circular saw. I can"t see any idea of streets at all."
"There is a sort of a street along the _arroyo_," said Dan Anderson, dully. "There never were any cross streets. The boys just built where they felt like it."
"And great builders they were! I didn"t know men ever lived in such places. What"s that joint there?" He pointed out a ruined _jacal_ of upright mud-c.h.i.n.ked logs, now leaning slantwise far to one side. "Was that a house, too? It hasn"t even a chimney,"
"That was the residence and law office of a former supreme judge of the State of Kansas," replied Dan Anderson. "He didn"t need any chimney.
You"ve no idea how useless a chimney really is. He never stopped to cut any wood, but just fed a log in through the front door into the fire, and let the smoke go out the window. He had a pet wildcat that shared his legal studies--oh, I admit that some of our ways may seem strange to you, just fresh from New York."
"But didn"t you live in New York once yourself?"
"Yes, once."
"What made you come away?"
"Objected to, as irrelevant, immaterial, and incompetent; and objection sustained," replied Dan Anderson. "The first thing I learned in this country was not to inquire about any man"s past. That"s a useful thing for _you_ to learn, too."
Porter Barkley, accustomed to dominating those around him, flushed red, but managed to suppress his rising choler for the time. "And by the way, what"s that old sh.e.l.l over there, across the ditch?" he asked.
"I regret your irreverence," said Dan Anderson. "That"s the New Jersey Gold Mills. Eighty thousand of Eastern Capital went in there at one time. They didn"t understand the ways of the country."
"Humph! Well, it"s a more practical layout you"ve got in here this time.
You can gamble that Ellsworth and our gang are not going to sink their roll here, by a long ways, unless they get something for it."
"You"ll get a run for your money, in all likelihood," remarked Dan Anderson.
"As I said, now, Grayson, don"t pay any attention to this gully here,"
went on Barkley. "We"ll fill this ditch and put in drains at the crossings, and run the main street north and south. We"ll take the ramshorn crooks out of this town in about two days, when we get started."
"I see no reason why we could not run the cross streets at right angles,"
said Grayson, the constructive. "Of course, we"ll catch a good many of these buildings--" he hesitated, pointing at the time to Doc Tomlinson"s drug store.
"The corner of this fence would be inside the line of the main street,"
he went on, sighting along his lead pencil to the angle of Whiteman"s corral. It was the very spot where Dan Anderson had sat in council with his cronies many a time. He bit his lip now as he followed the gaze of the engineer.
"How about the stone house down the _arroyo_?" asked he of Grayson.
This was Uncle Jim Brothers"s hotel, sanctuary for the homeless of Heart"s Desire, a temple of refuge, a place where the word "Friendship,"
unspoken, never written, was known and understood among men gathered from all corners of this unfriendly world.
"That would have to go," replied Grayson.
"As to that shanty down below, at the head of the canon," growled Barkley, pointing to Tom Osby"s adobe, "that"s going to be the first thing we"ll tear down, street or no street. We need that place for our depot yard, and we"re going to take it. Besides, there was something about that Osby fellow I didn"t like when we met him over at Sky Top.
He"s too d.a.m.ned independent to suit me."
Dan Anderson straightened up as though smitten, his face a dull red. The dancing heat mist blurred before his eyes. He said nothing. They turned presently and strolled down toward the foot of the _arroyo_. Barkley pushed his hat back on his furrowed forehead.
"There is a lot in this thing for me, Andersen," said he, "and there"ll be a lot in it for you. Have you got any claims of your own in here?
Mineral, I mean?"
"Of course," Dan Anderson replied. "We all have claims. This is the only valley in the West, so far as I know, where there is good coal on one side, and paying gold quartz on the other. But that"s the case here.
We haven"t overlooked it."
Barkley whistled. "I wouldn"t ask a better show than you"ll have here,"
said he, contemplatively. "The only wonder to me is that some one hasn"t broken into this long ago."
"There might be some few difficulties," suggested Dan Anderson.
"Difficulties! What do you care about that? We"ll wear "em out, pound "em out, break "em up, I tell you. We"re the first ones to find this country--"
"Except maybe Coronado, De Vaca and Company."
"Who were they?"
"The same as you and me," replied Dan Anderson, enigmatically. "Ask the mountains."
"Oh, rot!" said Barkley. "I"ll tell you, once for all, I"m not interested in dreams or foolishness. Now, if you want to go in with us, that"s one thing. If you don"t, we want to find it out mighty quick."
"You might do worse," said Dan Anderson. "The other lawyer is worse than myself. At times I suspect him of being lazy."
"Well, well, let"s get together," urged Barkley, impatiently. "Now, Grayson thinks it will take about three hundred and fifty acres for the first plat, without additions; we"ll supersede the old Jack Wilson patent. He"s dead, you say? Never left a will, or any heirs? Never did get his town site platted and filed? Well, he never will, now. You go with Grayson to-morrow and run out these lines quietly, and help him get an idea of the best mining claims on both sides of the valley, too.
There"ll be plenty for you to do."
Dan Anderson nodded, but made no comment. Many things were revolving in his mind.
"Meantime," concluded Barkley, "I"ve got to get back down the line to meet Mr. Ellsworth. We"ll come up again. You can readily see that we"ve got to have a town meeting before very long. Get things in line for it.
Will you attend to this?"
"Yes," replied Dan Anderson, slowly and musingly; "yes, I"ll attend to it."