"They did so," Judge Gordon affirmed.
"There was no trouble until this man came," Sorenson remarked. "I suppose he felt that he had to show his authority."
"Ah, but there was if not trouble at any rate dissatisfaction on our part," Pollock stated, tapping a finger on the table. "Construction wasn"t progressing as we knew it should, which was the very reason for getting a new manager, one who could speed it up. But as I said, it all comes down to a question of fact. You gentlemen offer your workmen"s avowals of industry to support your claim; Mr. Weir, on the other hand, gives us some definite records to back up his side. Here they are for the last week the workmen from San Mateo and neighborhood worked--his first week here; and for the succeeding weeks under the men shipped in; in material used, in cubic yards of concrete construction, and in percentage of work finished. Examine them if you please. They show daily and weekly results to be just a trifle less than double for the corresponding time the imported workmen have been here. In other words, the new men have, while shortening the time of completion, given twice as much work for exactly the same wage paid your Mexicans. In other words, too, your local laborers cancelled our agreement by their own incompetence."
"Your manager could easily have doctored those records," Sorenson stated, coldly.
"You scarcely mean that, sir," Pollock instantly replied icily, his amiability vanishing.
"Come, Judge, we may as well go, I think. We"re appealing to a prejudiced court." And Sorenson arose.
"Our decision to view the matter like Mr. Weir is because his position is sustained by these facts, not because we"re prejudiced, as you insinuate. But I may add that it would not be strange if we were prejudiced, as we"ve become convinced that you gentlemen haven"t been sincere in your att.i.tude towards our company and if anything are strongly hostile. Any one may be deceived for a time, and we were, but not permanently. You would have done much better to have recognized that we have a perfect right to build this project on land that we bought and with water that we acquired. For it will be built in any case and in spite of such local opposition as may be made." Pollock flicked the ash from his cigar with a careful finger. "That is a mere piece of information or a declaration of war, whichever way you wish to take it."
"I told you we were wasting our time coming here," the cattleman said to his companion.
"Good day, gentlemen," said Judge Gordon, politely.
And the pair went out to Sorenson"s machine.
Shortly after, the two other directors left to catch a train at Bowenville, Pollock planning to stay with Weir to formulate a report during the next day or two for presentation to the entire directorate at its next meeting. Sorenson caught a glimpse of the car whirling through town, with Weir at the wheel, who with Pollock accompanied the departing men that certain unsettled points might be discussed up to the last moment.
As Weir and Pollock were returning, the latter eyed the engineer and laughed.
"You"ve evidently brushed these fellows", Sorenson"s and Gordon"s, fur the wrong way to please them. But they"ll probably leave us alone from now on."
"They"ll not leave me alone."
"Eh? How"s that?"
"Well, I have, as it happens, a little trouble with them on my own hook. A private matter antedating the building of the dam. They"re after me. I had to put a piece of lead into a fellow who tried to kill me from the dark one night. I speak of it in case you should be told and wonder; otherwise I should not have mentioned the thing. I"m not popular in San Mateo, in consequence."
"Ah, I had heard nothing of that. It interests me. You were not touched."
"My hat, that was all."
"Very interesting, very interesting, indeed," was Pollock"s only comment. But if his tone was casual, his eyes were busy in sidelong study of the engineer, making a new appraisal and drawing fresh conclusions.
Meanwhile several knots were being tied in the web of circ.u.mstance.
Sorenson took his telephone and conversed briefly with Vorse, pa.s.sing the information that he had just seen the three directors leaving for the east. So they were out of the way. In reply the saloon-keeper stated that he would start the whisky end of the game that evening.
By the morrow, Sunday, when the camp was at rest, the workmen would all be "celebrating." Burkhardt had reported the last load of "southern cattle" shipped in and driven on the range the previous evening--a seemingly innocent statement that Sorenson understood perfectly. Up in the hills, safely hidden in the timber, lay the fifty men brought from Mexico to make the a.s.sault on the dam the next night, men whose instruments of destruction would be fire and dynamite.
Twenty-four hours more would bring the moment of action.
Ignorant of all this Ed Sorenson had been forming a little individual scheme that would promote his own affairs, chief of which was to win Janet Hosmer. Drinking heavily ever since his rebuff, he had sunk into a condition of evil determination and recklessness that made him fit for any desperate act. After much meditation fed by whisky, he had evolved a plan that would bring him success. Thereupon he had loaded his car with a quant.i.ty of selected stuff and made a mysterious journey at night.
"She"ll learn I meant business," was his frequent soliloquy.
And while these strands were being knit into the skein Martinez was producing another. Quietly, carefully, persuasively, he had been pursuing his own particular course of eliciting history for use in his "Chronicle," as he named it,--and for another use concerning which he was as still as death.
That he was successful in obtaining what he had been after was made known to Weir about dusk that evening while he was talking with Pollock in his office. But that he had not been so lucky in covering his tracks was likewise apparent.
The telephone rang. Steele took down the receiver.
"See Janet Hosmer at once," Felipe Martinez" terrified voice came over the wire. "She"ll have it, the paper--the one you want. They"ve learned I got it; they"re after me now. Hammering on the door. If you don"t hurry----"
His words ceased abruptly in an anguished quaver. At the same time Weir heard carried to him the sound of a crash as of a door smashed.
Excusing himself hurriedly, Steele Weir seized his holster from a nail and buckled on the belt. Then s.n.a.t.c.hing his hat, he ran outside the building to his car.
"Now, who is he gunning for?" Pollock asked himself aloud, "I rather wish he had invited me along."
But neither he nor Weir himself, nor any soul in San Mateo, knew that at last the furious torrent of events had burst upon the community.
Weir sensed something. But Sorenson brooding on the morrow thought the moment had not yet come. His son was occupied with his own treacherous scheme. Even Vorse and Burkhardt smashing their way into Martinez"
office saw nothing beyond the immediate necessity. Yet the flood was bearing down on all.
CHAPTER XIV
OLD SAUREZ" DEPOSITION
In order to understand why Vorse and Burkhardt were attacking Martinez" office it is necessary to trace the lawyer"s movements and the incidents which precipitated that act. Martinez had, as stated, not been idle. Following the clue obtained from the woman who had worked in the elder Weir"s household, he visited the old Mexican named as having been used as roustabout by Vorse in early days. This was old Saurez, whom he knew. The wrinkled old fellow seldom came to town now, spending most of the time sitting against the sunny side of his son"s house on Pina Creek, twenty miles south, where he lived.
Martinez in the ten days that had elapsed since informing Weir he had learned of Saurez" possible knowledge of the past had proceeded to make himself agreeable to the gray-headed old man. He had explained his "history." He exercised all the arts of graciousness and flattery.
Beginning at the present he worked back through the past to the killing of Jim Dent and the flight of Joseph Weir, extracting tales of early fights, raids, accidents, big storms, violent deaths and killings, making elaborate notes, winning the narrator"s confidence and gradually drawing forth the facts he really sought.
Out of all the rambling talk and vague accounts of the Dent and Weir affair Martinez was able to piece together the fragments in a clear statement. This was that Saurez had seen Weir and Dent in Vorse"s saloon. The pair had gambled for a time with Vorse, Burkhardt (at that time sheriff), Sorenson and Judge Gordon. After losing for a time Weir refused to continue in the poker game, although he was drunk. Dent played on notwithstanding Weir"s urgence to desist; he had already lost all his money and began staking his cattle and finally his ranch.
At this stage Weir had gone to sleep at another table, with his head on his arms. Vorse had locked the front door to keep out visitors during the big game. But the back door remained open for air.
Saurez had busied himself cleaning the bar. All at once he saw the players spring up in their game, Dent talking angrily about cheating, marked cards and so on. Then the guns came out when he pointed at a card that was marked--for it had been marked with pinp.r.i.c.ks as Saurez saw later on examining the deck, which Dent had perceived in spite of the whisky in him. And Sorenson and Vorse had both shot him where he stood. Yes, shootings were not uncommon. Every one but he, Saurez, had likely forgotten all about the matter. That was long ago.
Afterwards Vorse had sent the Mexican away for something or other, with an injunction to keep his mouth closed. As said, speaking of it now made no difference, though he expected Martinez to keep his promise to publish none of the stories while he was still alive; that was agreed. When the Mexican had left the saloon Weir was yet sleeping, having only raised his head at the pistol shots to stare drunkenly and then relapse. What occurred afterwards Saurez did not know. Weir left the country. Dent was buried, the story being told that he had committed suicide. Every one believed it: had he not lost his ranch at poker? That was the end of the business. Other affairs happened and it was forgotten.
On this Sat.u.r.day Martinez had persuaded Saurez to accompany him to San Mateo. It would be necessary to sign the stories, he explained lightly, to give them proper weight and in order that when the book was published after Saurez" death they would be seen to be true accounts, with Saurez" picture that a photographer would make appearing in the middle. He, Saurez, would be famous, and his sons and grandsons would have copies of the book in their houses to show visitors and the priest. Ah, it would be well to have the priest witness Saurez" signature, then sceptical people would know indeed that the stories were Saurez" own accounts. So on and so on.
The matter required infinite precautions, patience, skill on the lawyer"s part. He had prepared two or three dozen depositions of events, as a husk for the real kernel. With Saurez in his office at last he telephoned the priest to call at once and unostentatiously caught on the street four other Mexicans of the better cla.s.s, bringing them in. When the priest arrived he closed the door and explained his desire they should act as witnesses to Saurez" statements. He had already solicited the _padre"s_ advice as to the history; the others all had heard of it; he gave them a number of the most harmless depositions to read; and set Saurez to work making his mark on the rest of the papers. During the reading and the accompanying lively discussion of the witnesses, he had them pause to witness Saurez" mark with their own names in the places provided. About the tenth deposition when their attention was confused and flagging he slipped the account concerning Weir and Dent, a many-paged attestation, upon the table, so folded that nothing but the signing s.p.a.ce was visible.
It was the critical instant for Martinez; his thin body was more nervous than ever, his eyes brighter and more restless. But at last the ordeal was over.
Saurez" heavy black cross was at the bottom of the important deposition, the priest and the other four men had appended their names, and all that remained to do was for Martinez to fill out the acknowledgment and affix his seal. He whisked the doc.u.ment behind his back and called attention to a humorous episode in a paper one of the men still held, starting a laugh. Then he suggested they rest and opened a bottle of wine, over which the others congratulated Saurez and Martinez and predicted a wonderful fame for the "Chronicle."
Finally the lawyer perceived, as he said, that Saurez was weary.
Anyway, it was supper-time. The remaining papers could be signed another day.
The witnesses departed, much pleased with the affair.
"Walk up and down outside for a little time while I straighten the sheets, then we"ll go eat and afterwards I"ll drive you home to bed,"
the attorney said. "The fresh air will give you an appet.i.te. Behold, you"re already becoming a famous man! I shall preserve these doc.u.ments safely as they are tremendously important to our town, our state, our country!" And a grandiloquent gesture accompanied the words. "Come back in a little while, my friend, then we"ll see how much food you can hide away."
Saurez much gratified at these words and at everything went out slowly, for he was troubled by rheumatism. The instant his back disappeared Martinez sprang to the table, swiftly filled out the acknowledgment of the old man"s signature to the Weir doc.u.ment, clapped the page under the seal and pressed home the stamp. Then pushing the folded statement into an envelope and that into his pocket, he leaned back with a sigh of exhaustion. The thing was accomplished at last, but the strain had been great. Weir"s command to secure evidence had been obeyed. Only the promise to await Saurez"
death, troubled Martinez, and with a convenient sophistry he decided that an agreement not to print the narrative in a book did not extend to using it in court. Weir would be delighted--it was a famous coup.