Young Packard nodded, watching his grandfather"s face for the first sign of opposition. But just now the old man"s face told nothing.
"Thinking of runnin" the outfit yourself, Stephen?" came the next question quietly.
"Yes. I had intended looking in on you in a day or so to talk matters over. I understand that my father left everything to me and that it is pretty heavily mortgaged to you."
"Uhuh. I let Phil have a right smart bit of money on Number Ten firs"
an" las", my boy. Don"t want to pay it off this mornin", do you?"
Steve laughed.
"I"m broke, Grandy," he said lightly, unconsciously adopting the old t.i.tle for the man who had made him love him and hate him a score of times. "My working capital, estimated last night, runs about seventy-five dollars. That wouldn"t quite turn the trick, would it?"
The old man"s eyes narrowed.
"You mean that seventy-five dollars is all you"ve got to show for twelve years?" he asked sharply.
Again, hardly understanding why, Steve flushed. Was a man to be ashamed that he had not ama.s.sed wealth, especially when there had never been in him the sustained desire for gold? He owed no man a cent, he made his own way, he asked no favors--and yet there was a glint of defiance in his eye, a hint of defiance in his tone, when he replied briefly.
"That"s all. I haven"t measured life in dollars and cents."
"Then you"ve missed a d.a.m.n" good measure for it, my son! I ain"t sayin" it"s the only one, but it"ll do firs" cla.s.s. But you needn"t get scared I"ve gone into the preaching business. . . . An" with that seventy-five dollars you"re startin" out to run a big cow outfit like this, are you?"
There was a gleam of mockery in the clear blue eyes which Steve gave no sign of seeing.
"I"ve got a big job on my hands and I know it," he said quietly. "But I"m going to see it through."
"There"s no question about the size of the job! It"s life-size, man"s size--Number Ten size, if you want to put it that way. It wants a real man to shove it across. Know just how much you"re mortgaged for?"
"No. I was going to ask you."
"Close to fifty thousan" dollars, countin" back interest, unpaid.
More"n you ever saw in a day, I reckon."
Steve shrugged. This to hide his first inclination to whistle. Fifty thousand--why, he didn"t know Number Ten ranch was worth that much money. But it must be worth a good deal more if his grandfather had advanced so much on it.
"It is a nice little pile," he admitted carelessly.
The old man grunted, thrust his hands into his pockets, and drew deeply at his stogie. Steve rolled a cigarette. In the silence falling upon them they could hear the sound of the mechanician"s wrench.
"Anything wrong with the car?" asked Steve for the sake of breaking unpleasant silence.
"Not that I know of. He"s jus" takin" a peek to make sure, I guess.
That"s what he"s for. He knows I got to get back to my place in a couple of shakes."
Steve smiled; by wagon road his grandfather"s ranch home was fifty miles to the northward.
"You won"t think of going back before noon."
"Won"t I? But I will, though, son; Blenham"s sticking aroun", waitin"
for my say-so what he"ll do nex"." He snapped open a big watch and stared at it a moment with pursed lips. "I"ll be back home in jus" one hour an" a half. All I got is fifteen minutes to talk with you this mornin"."
"You mean that you can drive those fifty miles in an hour and a quarter!"
"Have done it in less; if I was in a hurry I"d do it in an hour flat.
But allowin" for time out I want fifteen minutes more"n that. And now, if we"re goin" to get anywhere----"
He stopped suddenly and stood toying with his big watch pa.s.sing it back and forth through the loop he made of its heavy chain, his gaze steady and earnest and searching upon his grandson.
"Stephen," he said abruptly, "I ain"t playin" any favorites in my ol"
age. An" I ain"t givin" away big chunks of money hit or miss. You wasn"t countin" on anything like that, was you?"
"No, I wasn"t," announced Steve quickly. "I remember your old theory; that a man should make his own way unaided, that----"
"That whatever he got he"s got to get with his one head an" one set of han"s. Now, the things I got to say I"ll spit out one at the time: Firs", I"d like to have you come visit me for a spell at my place.
Will you do it? To-day, to-morrow, any time you feel like it."
"Yes; I"ll be glad to."
"That"s good. Nex", not even if you was the right man for the job you can"t save this ranch now; it"s too late, there"s to much to dig up in too short a time. I"ve got my hooks in deep an" whenever that happens I don"t let go. I want you to quit before you get started."
Steve looked his surprise.
"Surely," he said wonderingly, "you don"t want me to give you the ranch just because you happen to hold the mortgages on it?"
"Business is business, Stephen," said the old man sternly. "Sometimes, between Packards, business is h.e.l.l. It"d be that for you. I"ve started out to get this outfit an" I"d get it. An" doin" it I"d be wastin" my time besides breakin" you all to smithereens. Better drop it."
Steve had hardly expected this. But he answered calmly, even lightly.
"I think I"d like a try at holding it."
"That"s two things," old man Packard said crisply. "Number three is this here: Blenham tells, me you"ve put Royce in as foreman under you?"
"I offered him the place. He could have it yet if he wanted it. But he refused. I"ve pa.s.sed the job on to a man named Barbee."
"Barbee!" cried the old man. "Barbee! That yellow canary-bird?
Meaning him?"
"Yes," retorted Steve a trifle stiffly. "Anything wrong with him?"
"I didn"t roll them fifty miles to talk about jay-birds an"
canary-birds an" such," growled his grandfather. "But here"s one thing I"ve got to say: This ranch is goin" to be mine real soon; that"s in the cards, face up. It"s as good as mine now. I"ve been runnin" it myself for six months. I want it right, hear me? What do you know about running a big outfit? What does a kid without whiskers like Barbee know about it? Think I want it all run down in the heel when it comes to me? No, sir! I don"t. Blenham knows the lay of the land, Blenham knows my ways, Blenham knows how to run things. I want you to put Blenham back on the job!"
Steve bit his lip, holding back a hot reply.
"Grandfather," he said slowly, "suppose we take a little more time in getting squared around? I want to do what"s right; I know that you want to do what"s fair and square. I am willing to consult you about ranch matters; I"ll come to you for advice, if you"ll let me; I"ll try to keep the ranch up to time and"--with a smile--"in my hands and out of yours. That"s a good sporting proposition. But as for Blenham----"
"Put him back as foreman and I"ll talk fair with you. I want Blenham back here, Stephen. Understand that?"
"And," cried Steve a trifle heatedly at last, "I tell you that I am going to run the ranch myself. And that I don"t like Blenham."