Carson blinked at her. "How"s that?" he asked.
She told him again, coolly indifferent, it seemed to Carson.
"The durned polecat!" whispered the cattle foreman.
"Now then," cried Judith, "you"ve got your first job cut out for you.
Let Bayne Trevors or one of his gang set foot on Blue Lake land, and I"ll tell you what I think of you, Carson! Or is the job going to be too big for you?"
Carson smiled deprecatingly. "I"d like to see "em try it," he said in that soft, whispering voice which upon occasions was characteristic of him. "I sure would, Miss Judy!"
"That"s all this morning, Carson," she said quietly. "On your way don"t forget to look in on your friend Benny."
Carson went hastily down the knoll, his eyes bright. Judith laughed softly.
"I"ve got his number, Bud Lee! All that"s needed to keep that old mountain-lion on the job is to show him a real fight ahead! And by golly, Mr. Man, there"s going to be sc.r.a.p enough from the very jump to make Carson forget whether he"s working for a woman or John W. Satan, Esquire!"
V
THE BIGNESS OF THE VENTURE
"And now," said Judith Sanford to the stillness about her--she was alone in the big ranch-house--"not being constructed of iron, I"m going to take a snooze."
She yawned, stretched her supple young body luxuriously, and pa.s.sed slowly through the empty rooms which, at her command, Jose had opened to the sweet morning air. Through the great living-room, library, and music-room, where the grand piano stood dejectedly in its mantle of dust, she came to her own chambers at the southwest corner of the building. Her bed was made, the sheets clean and fresh and inviting, dressing-gown and slippers were upon the window-seat, and from her table a vase of glorious roses sent out a welcoming perfume.
"Good old Jose," she smiled.
Vivid blossom that she was upon the tough, hardy stalk of her pioneer ancestry, creature of ardent flame and pa.s.sion which her blood and her life in the open had made her, she was not devoid of the understanding of the limit of physical endurance. Last night, through the late moonlight and later starlight, through the thick darkness which lay across the mountain trails before the coming of day, on into the dawn, she had ridden the forty miles from the railroad at Rocky Bend.
Certain of treachery on the part of Bayne Trevors, she had arrived only to find him plotting another blow at her interests. She had ridden a mad brute of a horse whose rebellious struggle against her authority had taxed her to the last ounce of her strength. She had shot a man in the right shoulder and the left forearm. . . . And now, with no one to see her, she was pale and shaking a little, suddenly faint from the heavy beating of her own heart. She had had virtually no sleep last night. She was glad of it. For now she would sleep, sleep.
"I am not to be called, no matter what happens," she said to Jose who came trotting to the tinkle of her bell. "Thank you for the roses, Jose."
Slipping out of her clothes, she drew the sheet up to her throat--and tossed for a wretched hour before sleep came to her. A restless sleep, filled with broken bits of unpleasant dreams.
At two o"clock, swiftly dressing after a leisurely bath, she went out into the courtyard, where she found Jose making a pretense of gardening, whereas in truth for a matter of hours he had done little but watch for her coming.
"Jose," she said, as he swept off his wide hat and made her the bow reserved for _la senorita_ and _la senorita_ alone, "you will have to be lady"s maid and errand-boy for me until I get things running right.
I am going to telephone into town this minute for a woman to do my cooking and housekeeping and be a nuisance around generally. While I do that, will you scare up something for me to eat and then saddle a horse for me? And don"t make a fire, either; just something cold out of a can, you know."
She went to the office, arranged over the wire with Mrs. Simpson of Rocky Bend to come out on the following day, and then spent fifteen minutes studying the pay-roll taken from the safe, which, fortunately, Trevors had left open. As Jose came in with a big tray she was running through a file of reports made at the month-end, two weeks ago, by certain of the ranch foremen.
"Put it down on the table, Jose. Thank you," and she found time for a smile at her devoted servitor; "Now, have a horse ready, will you?" And without waiting for Jose"s answer, taking up the telephone, she asked for the office at the Lower End, as the rich valley land of the western portion of the ranch was commonly known.
Briefly making herself known to the owner of the boyish voice which answered, she asked, for "Doc" Tripp and was informed that the ranch veterinarian was no longer with the outfit. Judith frowned.
"Where is he?"
"Rocky Bend, I think."
"When did he leave us?"
"Three days ago."
"Why?"
"Fired. Mr. Trevors let him go."
"Hm!" said Judith. "Who has taken his place?"
"Bill Crowdy is sort of acting vet, right now."
"Thanks," she said. Clicking off, she put in a call for "Doc" Tripp in Rocky Bend. "Get him for me as quick as you can, will you, please?"
she asked of the operator in town.
For five minutes she munched at a sandwich and pored over the papers before her, dealing with this or that of the many interests of the big ranch. When at last her telephone-bell rang she found that it was Tripp.
"h.e.l.lo, Doc," she said cordially. "I haven"t seen you for so long I almost have forgotten how you comb your hair!" Tripp laughed with her at that; across the miles she could picture him running his big hand through the rebellious shock. "Yes, I"m back to stay, and from the looks of it I didn"t come any too soon. Yes, Doc, we do miss him," and her voice softened wonderfully to Tripp"s mention of the man who had been more than father to her, more than friend to him. "But we are going to buck up and show folks that he _knew_. He would have made a go of the thing; we are going to do it. What was the trouble with you and Trevors?"
Tripp explained succinctly. He and the general manager had disagreed openly and frequently about that part of the work in which, until the coming of Trevors, the veterinarian had been entirely unhampered. Two months ago Trevors had reduced Tripp"s wages and had threatened another cut.
"Just to make me quit, you know," he added. "And I would have quit if it had been any other outfit in the world."
"I know," she said, and she did understand. "Go on. What was the excuse for canning you?"
"Case of lung-worms," he told her. "Some of the calves, I don"t know just how many yet. He insisted on my treating them the old way."
"Slaked lime? Or sulphur fumes?" she said quickly. "And you insisted on chloroform?"
"You"ve hit it!" he exclaimed wonderingly. "How"d you know?"
"I haven"t been loafing on the job the last six months," she laughed.
"I"ve been at the school at Davis and hobn.o.bbing with some of the university men at Berkeley. They"re doing some great work there. Doc, I"ll want to talk to you about it. You"re going down there, expenses paid, to brush up with a course or two this year. Now, how soon can you get back here?--Trevors? Oh, Trevors is fired. I"m running the ranch myself. And, Doc, I need a few men like you! Can you come early to-morrow?--To-night? You"re a G.o.d-blessed brick! Yes, I"ll stop that murderous sulphur treatment if it isn"t too late. Good-by."
She lost no time in calling for Bill Crowdy, the man whom Trevors had put into Tripp"s place.
"By the way," she said when the man with the voice which had sounded so boyish in her ears answered again, "who are you?"
"Ed Masters," he told her. "Electrician, you know."
A glance at the pay-roll in front of her showed that Edward Masters, general electrician, was a new man and was drawing eighty-five dollars monthly.
"What are you doing this afternoon?" she demanded sharply--"just hanging around the office? Is that the way you earn your eighty-five dollars?"
"Not always. But Trevors told me to be on hand to-day to take some orders."
"What work?"