"If it is, I don"t know the answer, Steve. But it is a true one, anyhow, not made to order merely to astonish you."
"True that you picked Simon Harley"s wife out of a snow-drift and kicked him around?"
"I didn"t say kicked, did I?" inquired the other, judicially. "But I rather think I did knee him some."
"Of course, I read all about his marriage two weeks ago to Miss Aline Hope. Did he bring her out here with him for the honeymoon?"
"If he did, I euchred him out of it. She spent it with me alone in a miner"s cabin," the other cried, malevolence riding triumph on his face.
"Whenever you"re ready to explain," suggested Eaton helplessly. "You"ve piled up too many miracles for me even to begin guessing them."
"You know I was snow-bound, but you did not know my only companion was this Aline Hope you speak of. I found her in the blizzard, and took her to an empty cabin near. She and her husband were motoring from Avalanche to Mesa, and the machine had broken down. Harley had gone for help and left her there alone when the blizzard came up. Three days later Sam Yesler and the old man broke trail through from the C B Ranch and rescued us."
It was so strange a story that it came home to Eaton piecemeal.
"Three days--alone with Harley"s wife--and he rescued you himself."
"He didn"t rescue me any. I could have broken through any time I wanted to leave her. On the way back his strength gave out, and that was when I roughed him. I tried to bullyrag him into keeping on, but it was no go. I left him there, and Sam went back after him with a relief-party."
"You left him! With his wife?"
"No!" cried Ridgway. "Do I look like a man to desert a woman on a snow-trail? I took her with me."
"Oh!" There was a significant silence before Eaton asked the question in his mind. "I"ve seen her pictures in the papers. Does she look like them?"
His chief knew what was behind the question, and he knew, too, that Eaton might be taken to represent public opinion. The world would cast an eye of review over his varied and discreditable record with women.
It would imagine the story of those three days of enforced confinement together, and it would look to the woman in the case for an answer to its suspicions. That she was young, lovely, and yet had sold herself to an old man for his millions, would go far in itself to condemn her; and he was aware that there were many who would accept her very childish innocence as the sophistication of an artist.
Waring Ridgway put his arms akimbo on the table and leaned across with his steady eyes fastened on his friend.
"Steve, I"m going to answer that question. I haven"t seen any pictures of her in the papers, but if they show a face as pure and true as the face of G.o.d himself then they are like her. You know me. I"ve got no apologies or explanations to make for the life I"ve led. That"s my business. But you"re my friend, and I tell you I would rather be hacked in pieces by Apaches than soil that child"s white soul by a single unclean breath. There mustn"t be any talk. Do you understand? Keep the story out of the newspapers. Don"t let any of our people gossip about it. I have told you because I want you to know the truth. If any one should speak lightly about this thing stop him at once. This is the one point on which Simon Harley and I will pull together. Any man who joins that child"s name with mine loosely will have to leave this camp--and suddenly."
"It won"t be the men--it will be the women that will talk."
"Then garble the story. Change that three days to three hours, Steve.
Anything to stop their foul-clacking tongues!"
"Oh, well! I dare say the story won"t get out at all, but if it does I"ll see the gossips get the right version. I suppose Sam Yesler will back it up."
"Of course. He"s a white man. And I don"t need to tell you that I"ll be a whole lot obliged to you, Stevie."
"That"s all right. Sometimes I"m a white man, too, Waring," laughed Steve. Ridgway circled the table and put a hand on the younger man"s shoulder affectionately. Steve Eaton was the one of all his a.s.sociates for whom he had the closest personal feeling.
"I don"t need to be told that, old pal," he said quietly.
CHAPTER 8. THE HONORABLE THOMAS B. PELTON
It was next morning that Steve came into Ridgway"s offices with a copy of the Rocky Mountain Herald in his hands. As soon as the president of the Mesa Ore-producing Company was through talking with Dalton, the superintendent of the Taurus, about the best means of getting to the cage a quant.i.ty of ore he was looting from the Consolidated property adjoining, the treasurer plumped out with his news.
"Seen to-day"s paper, Waring? It smokes out Pelton to a finish. They"ve moled out some facts we can"t get away from."
Ridgway glanced rapidly over the paper. "We"ll have to drop Pelton and find another candidate for the Senate. Sorry, but it can"t be helped.
They"ve got his record down too fine. That affidavit from Quinton puts an end to his chances."
"He"ll kick like a bay steer."
"His own fault for not covering his tracks better. This exposure doesn"t help us any at best. If we still tried to carry Pelton, we should last about as long as a s...o...b..ll in h.e.l.l."
"Shall I send for him?"
"No. He"ll be here as quick as he can cover the ground. Have him shown in as soon as he comes. And Steve--did Harley arrive on the eight-thirty this morning?"
"Yes. He is putting up at the Mesa House. He reserved an entire floor by wire, so that he has bed-rooms, dining-rooms, parlors, reception-halls and private offices all together. The place is policed thoroughly, and n.o.body can get up without an order."
"I haven"t been thinking of going up and shooting him, even though it would be a blessing to the country," laughed his chief.
"No, but it is possible somebody else might. This town is full of ignorant foreigners who would hardly think twice of it. If he had asked my advice, it would have been to stay away from Mesa."
"He wouldn"t have taken it," returned Ridgway carelessly. "Whatever else is true about him, Simon Harley isn"t a coward. He would have told you that not a sparrow falls to the ground without the permission of the distorted G.o.d he worships, and he would have come on the next train."
"Well, it isn"t my funeral," contributed Steve airily.
"All the same I"m going to pa.s.s his police patrols and pay a visit to the third floor of the Mesa House."
"You are going to compromise with him?" cried Eaton swiftly.
"Compromise nothing, I"m going to pay a formal social call on Mrs.
Harley, and respectfully hope that she has suffered no ill effects from her exposure to the cold."
Eaton made no comment, unless to whistle gently were one.
"You think it isn"t wise?"
"Well, is it?" asked Steve.
"I think so. We"ll scotch the lying tongue of rumor by a strict observance of the conventions. Madam Grundy is padlocked when we reduce the situation to the absurdity of the common place."
"Perhaps you are right, if it doesn"t become too common commonplace."
"I think we may trust Simon Harley to see to that," answered his chief with a grim smile "Obviously our social relations aren"t likely to be very intimate. Now it"s "Just before the battle mother," but once the big guns begin to boor we"ll neither of us be in the mood for functions social."
"You"ve established a sort of claim on him. It wouldn"t surprise me if he would meet you halfway in settling the trouble between you," said Eaton thoughtfully.
"I expect he would," agreed Ridgway indifferently as he lit a cigar.
"Well, then?"