"Pigeons!" repeated Judith.
Tripp nodded.
"Funny, isn"t it," he went on lightly--"that a man like Bayne Trevors, hard as nails and as free of sentiment as a mule, should fancy little cooing, innocent-like pigeons? You"ll hear them in the morning."
But Judith was not to be distracted by Tripp"s talk. She smiled at him, however, to show him that she had understood and appreciated the purpose back of his light words.
"We"re all going to have our hands full for a spell, Doc," was what she said. "To Trevors, with a free swing here, it must have appeared rather a simple matter to make so complete a failure as to force us, enc.u.mbered as we are, into selling out to the highest bidder inside the year. Especially when he counted young Pollock Hampton as a man without business experience and Judith Sanford as a girl without brains! But, Doc, he must have known, too, that at any time there might occur the very thing which has happened--that he"d lose his job.
He strikes me as a rather long-headed man, doesn"t he you? Now, a man who saw ahead, figuring on this very contingency, would have more than one trick up his sleeve. We"ve caught him, luckily, at the sick-calf game, before it is too late. I think that the obvious thing for you to do is to make certain that all the rest of the stock are in shape.
Will you begin to-morrow making a thorough investigation?"
"Yes," he answered. "You"re right there, Judith. There"s nothing like making sure."
"He"s not through with us," continued the girl thoughtfully; "you could read that in the look of his jaw and eye when he left. Just what he stands to make on his play, I don"t know. But I do know that the Western Lumber crowd is offering us only a quarter of what they"d be willing to pay if they had to. That means that they could afford to bribe Bayne Trevors pretty heavily and still save half a million on the deal if he succeeded in the thing he has begun."
"In his way," admitted Tripp thoughtfully, "Trevors is a big man. Big men cost big money. And, besides, it looks to me as though he were a heavy stockholder in the Western Lumber. He"d stand to win two ways."
"Another thing I want you to do," Judith went on, "is to try to locate all of dad"s old men whom Trevors let go. Johnny Hodge and Kelley and Harper and Tod Bruce. We"ll need them. We"ve got to have men that crooked money can"t buy."
"Aren"t you magnifying things, Judith?" asked Tripp quietly. "There"s such a thing as law in this country, you know."
But she shook her head.
"Maybe I am seeing the dangers too big. But I don"t think so. And it will be a lot better for Blue Lake ranch if I see them that way at the beginning. And as for the law, it costs money. I"m not sure that Trevors or the lumber people would be averse to getting us involved in a lot of legal intricacies. Oh, he has been careful not to leave any definite proof behind him."
"You hit the bell that time!" laughed Tripp, and Judith smiled with him as there came to their ears the faint tinkle of the telephone-bell in the office.
Judith excused herself and hastened to answer the summons. Hastened because she wanted to be back with Tripp as soon as might be. So, knowing her way so well about the big house, she went quickly through the dark hall-way without turning aside to switch on the lights and came into the office, dimly lighted by the stars shining in through the windows.
"Doc!" Her voice rang out suddenly and Tripp sprang to his feet, wondering what had put that note into her exclamation. "Doc! Come here, quick!"
He ran into the hall that was suddenly illuminated as at last Judith"s groping hand found the office switch. He saw Judith running ahead of him, out of the door opening on to the veranda and down into the courtyard.
"What is it?" he asked sharply.
"There was some one here," she told him quickly. "He went out that way, I think. Look through the lilacs."
She ran on one way, Tripp hurrying the other, wondering. They saw the lilacs standing still in the starlight, saw the thick shadows thrown by the columns and grape-covered trellises, heard the murmuring of the fountain.
"Jose, perhaps," suggested Tripp, coming at last to her side.
"No!" cried Judith. "It wasn"t. It was somebody in his stocking feet, standing in the hallway, listening to us. I heard him run before me; I saw him for a second, framed against the square of the window as he slipped through and out on the veranda. Who could it have been, Doc?"
But a close search through the shrubbery showed them nothing. It was clear that if a man had been listening at the door he could have had ample opportunity to slip away into the darkness. He would not be loitering here now.
The telephone-bell was still insistently ringing and they turned back to the office.
"Judy," said Tripp solicitously, "don"t you go and get nerves, now."
"You think I imagined the whole thing!" She looked at him with clear, confident eyes. "Don"t you fool yourself for one little minute, Doc Tripp. I"m not the imagining kind--yet!"
She s.n.a.t.c.hed up the telephone instrument.
"h.e.l.lo," said Judith. "Who is it?"
It was the telegraph operator in Rocky Bend. A message for Miss Judith Sanford from Pollock Hampton, San Francisco. And the message ran:
What were you thinking of to chuck Trevors? Thoroughly excellent man.
You should have consulted me. Don"t do anything more until I come.
Send conveyance to meet Sat.u.r.day train. Bringing five guests with me.
POLLOCK HAMPTON.
Judith turned frowning to Tripp.
"As if I didn"t have enough on my hands already," she exclaimed bitterly, "without Hampton dragging his fool guests into the mix-up! I could slap his face."
"Do it!" chuckled Tripp. "Good idea!"
VII
THE HAPPENING IN SQUAW CREEK CAnON
Busy days followed for Judith Sanford and for every man remaining upon Blue Lake ranch. A score of men, including the milkers, Johnson, the irrigation foreman and his crew of laborers, had quit work, going over openly to Bayne Trevors at the Western Lumber camp. He had work there for every man of them, and Judith was not the only one upon the ranch who came to wonder how much money Trevors--or the lumber company--was prepared to spend in fighting her. From the first day she found the outfit short-handed.
Almost her first answer to Trevors"s _coup_ was to telegraph San Francisco for a Firth milking-machine, together with an expert sent out by the Firth Company to install and superintend its working for the first few days. At the same time she hired from one of the Sacramento dairies a man who was to be foreman of her own dairy industry, a capable fellow with an intimate practical knowledge of automatic milkers. He, with a couple of strippers paid overtime wages managed until the dairy crew could be builded up again. Her new foreman from the first took the greater part of this burden off her shoulders.
Mrs. Simpson, the matron from Rocky Bend, arrived, true to her promise and, motherly soul that she was, took a keen interest in Judith"s comforts and in caring for the big house, of which she immediately waxed proud with an air of semiproprietorship. Jose, from the first, bestowed upon the cheerful, bustling woman a black hatred born of his thoroughgoing Latin jealousy. From this or that corner, appearing unexpectedly, glaring darkly at her in a manner which ruffled her placidity and suggested to her lively imagination terrible visions of knives in one"s back, he brought an actual thrill into Mrs. Simpson"s long days of routine.
Busy days also for Bud Lee, who had already begun the education of a string of colts. Busy days for Doc Tripp who, unhampered, trusted, aided at every turn by his employer, was from dawn until dark among the ranch live stock, all but feeling pulse and taking temperature of horses, cows, colts, calves, hogs, and mules. He stopped the calf sickness; effected cures in every case excepting one. And the rest of the stock he finally gave a clean bill of health.
Busy days for Carson. Painstakingly he estimated, to the head, the number of cattle the pastures should be carrying, counting from long experience upon the hard months to come from August until December; estimating values; appearing at the week"s end to suggest the purchase of a herd of calves from the John Peters Dairy Company, to be had now at a very attractive figure. And suggesting, almost insistently, upon buying a certain Shorthorn bull worth twice the twelve hundred dollars asked for him. Busy days for the foremen who had held over from the management of Trevors or who had been taken on since. The first crop of alfalfa, shot through with foxtails, must be cut without delay and fed into the silos before the beards of the interloping growth could harden. Busy days for the short-handed milking crew; busy days of installing the new milking-machines.
Judith and Doc Tripp had sought to find some trace of the man who, Judith insisted, had listened at the door in the hall. They had found nothing. So that episode, as well as Trevors himself, was shoved aside in their minds, in the stress of activity demanding attention everywhere.
With Sat.u.r.day came Pollock Hampton and his guests. Trevors had misnamed him a fool, sweepingly mistaking youth, business inexperience and a careless way, for lack of brains. Just a breezy young fellow, likable, gay-hearted, keen for the joy of life, scarcely more than a boy after all. One of those rare beings whose att.i.tude toward his fellow mortals was one of generous faith, who sought to see the best in people, who had an outspoken admiration for efficiency in any form. He came to the ranch prepared to like everything and everybody.
"Look here!" he exclaimed to Judith, before she had had time for more than a sweeping appraisal of his friends. "Why didn"t you tell me you were up to a thing like this? Great Scott, Judith, you don"t know what you are tackling, do you? It"s ripping of you; you"re a sheer wonder to tie into it; you"ve got no end of nerve. But running a ranch like this--why, it"s a big proposition for a thunderingly big man to swing."
"Is it?" smiled Judith.
Beyond that, the only answer he got from this brief conference was the timely suggestion that his chief concern for the immediate present lay in making his guests comfortable.