"Ah, good morning, Mr. Jepson," said Rimrock pleasantly and put his hand behind his back.
"Good morning," returned Jepson, drawing in a deep breath, "is there anything I can do?"
"Yes," said Rimrock coldly. "I"ve been away for some time. I"d like to know what"s going on. You"ll excuse me, Mr. Jepson, if I ask you a few questions about the jumping of the Old Juan claim."
"Ah, yes, yes," spoke up Jepson briskly, "very regrettable case, I"m sure. But you must remember, if you"ll pardon my mentioning it, that I spoke of this possibility before. The Old Juan claim, as I told you at the time, placed our entire property in jeopardy. It should have been re-located before all this had happened; but I have turned over the whole affair to our attorneys, McVicker and Ord."
"And what do they think?"
"Well, as to that, I can"t say. You see, I have really been frightfully busy. Still, they are a very good firm and I think very likely the affair can somehow be compromised. Looks very bad for the Company, as far as the law goes, if you should ask my private opinion; but all such litigation, while of course very expensive, generally results, in the end, in a compromise."
"Oh, a compromise, eh? Well, sit down a minute; I want to find out a few details. Do you think now, for instance, that Whitney H. Stoddard is back of this man, Ike Bray? Because if he is, and their claim is a good one, it might make some difference to me."
He said this so naturally and with such apparent resignation that Jepson almost rose to the bait, but he had learned Rimrock"s ways too well. Such an admission as that, if made before the trial, might seriously affect Stoddard"s case. And besides, this was a matter for lawyers.
"Well, as to that, Mr. Jones," he replied apologetically, "I really cannot say. As superintendent of the mine, and lately as acting manager, I am fully occupied, I am sure----"
"Yes, no doubt," observed Rimrock, suddenly changing his tone, "but you"ve got more time, now--I"ll take that manager job off your hands."
"What? Take charge of the mine again?" cried Jepson aghast. "Why, I thought----"
"Very likely," returned Rimrock, "but guess again. I"m still general manager, unless the Directors have fired me; and believe me, I"m going to take charge. In the next few days I"m going to go through this office with a six-shooter and a fine-tooth comb and if I find a single dollar paid out to Ike Bray some ex-manager is liable to get shot. You understand that, now don"t you, Mr. Jepson? All right then; we can go ahead. Now will you kindly tell me how, as general manager and mine superintendent, and being worried so much over that claim, you came to let the ordinary a.s.sessment work lapse on the apex claim to our mine?"
He leaned back in his chair and put one hand in his pocket and Jepson broke into a sweat. It is no easy task for a man to serve two masters, and Rimrock had exposed a heavy pistol.
"Well--why, really!" burst out Jepson in desperation, "I thought you had entrusted that to Mr. Lockhart. He told me so, distinctly, when I spoke of it in your absence, and naturally I let the matter drop."
"Yes, naturally," drawled Rimrock and as he reached for his handkerchief Jepson started and almost ran. "You"re a great man, Jepson," he went on cuttingly, "a great little piece of mechanism. Now come through--what does Stoddard want?"
"Mr. Jones," began Jepson in his most earnest manner, "I give you my word of honor I don"t know of what you are speaking."
"Oh, all right," answered Rimrock, "if that"s the way you feel about it. You stand pat then, and pull the injured innocence? But you"re not much good at it, Jepson; nothing like some people he has working for him. That fellow Buckbee is a corker. You"re too honest, Jepson; you can"t act the part, but Buckbee could do it to perfection. You should"ve been there to see him trim me, when I tried that little flier in Navajoa. Not an unkind word ever pa.s.sed between us, and yet he busted me down to a dollar. He was a great fellow--you ought to know him--you could take a few leaves from his book.
"But here"s the proposition as I look at it, Jepson," went on Rimrock with an ingratiating smile, "you"re supposed to be strictly on the square. You"re a solid, substantial, mining engineer, chiefly interested in holding your job. But on the side, as I happen to know, you"re doing all this dirty work for Stoddard. Now--as general manager, if I did my duty, I ought to fire you on the spot; but I"m going to give you a chance. So I"ll make you an offer and you can take it or leave it. If you"ll recognize my authority as general manager and tell me what I"m ent.i.tled to know, I"ll leave you where you are; but if you don"t I"ll not only fire you, but I"ll run you out of town.
Now how about it--ain"t I the legal manager of this Company?"
"Why--why, yes, Mr. Jones," stammered Jepson abjectly, "as far as that goes, I"m sure no one will object. Of course it was understood, between Mr. Stoddard and me, when you went East a year ago----"
"Yes, all right, Mr. Jepson," interrupted Rimrock easily, "now how much money have we got?"
"Why, as to that," began Jepson his eyes opening wider, "there is quite a sum in the bank. Some three millions, altogether, but the most of that is set aside for the construction of the smelter."
"Ah, yes! Exactly! But that was set aside before the Old Juan claim was jumped. A smelter"s no good now, if we"re going to lose our mine--it would be just like making a present of it to Ike Bray."
"Oh, but my dear Mr. Jones!" burst out Jepson in dismay, "you surely wouldn"t stop the smelter now?"
"Well, I don"t know why not," answered Rimrock briefly. "Don"t you think so now, yourself?"
He gazed at his superintendent with an unwinking smile and Jepson bowed his head.
"Oh, very well, sir," he said with a touch of servility, "but Mr.
Stoddard will be greatly put out."
"You"re working for me!" spoke up Rimrock sharply, "and we"ll spend that money for something else."
"Spend it?"
"Yes, for lawyers! I hate the whole outfit--they"re a bunch of lousy crooks--but we"ll see if money don"t talk. I"m going to hire, Jepson, every lawyer in this Territory that"s competent to practice in the courts. Now look at it fairly, as a business proposition; would it be right to do anything else? Here"s a copper property that you could sell to-morrow for a hundred million dollars gold, and the apex claim is jumped. The whole t.i.tle to the mine is tied up right there--they can claim every shovelful you mine, and your mill and your smelter to boot. What kind of a business man would I be if I left this to McVicker and Ord? No, I"m going to send to San Francisco, and Denver, and b.u.t.te, and retain every mining attorney I can get. It"s the only thing to do; but listen, my friend, I"m not going to tell anybody but you. So if Stoddard finds this out, or McVicker and Ord, or whatever blackleg lawyers Ike Bray has, I"ll just know where to go. And one thing more--if I find you"ve split on me, I"ll kill you like a Mexican"s dog."
He rose up slowly and looked Jepson in the eye with glance that held him cold.
"Very well, sir," he said as he started to his feet. "And now, if you"ll excuse me----"
"All right," nodded Rimrock and as he watched him pa.s.s out he gave way to a cynical smile.
"Good enough!" he said. "They can all go back on me, but there"s one man I know I can trust!"
CHAPTER XXVI
A CHAPTER OF HATE
It was a source of real regret to Mary Fortune that she could not keep on hating Rimrock Jones. In the long, weary months that she had been away from him she had almost dismissed him from her mind. Then she had met him in New York and the old resentment had flashed up into the white heat of sudden scorn. She despised him for all that she read of his life in that encounter face to face--the drinking, the gambling, the cheap, false amus.e.m.e.nts, and the painted woman at his side. And when he returned, after ignoring her letters and allowing his mining claim to lapse, and resumed his fault-finding complaints she had put him back in his place.
But that was just it, the outburst had relieved her; she had lost her cherished hate. In the quiet of her room she remembered how he looked, so beaten and yet so bold. She remembered the blow that her words had given him when he had learned that his stock was doomed; and that greater blow when he saw even his equity placed in jeopardy by the jumping of the Old Juan. Had it not been a little cruel, to fly at him, after that? He was wrong, of course, but the occasion was great and his mind was on other things. Yet he had told her, and repeated it, that she had sold him out--and that she could never endure.
She remained resolutely away until late in the afternoon and then she returned to the office. It was her office, anyway, as much as his; and besides, she had left her ear-"phone. Not that she needed it, of course, but she must keep up appearances, although it seemed impossible to persuade people that she was no longer deaf. Even Rimrock had shouted in that old, maddening way the instant she did not reply. It was natural, of course, but with him at least she would like it the other way. She would like him to speak as he had spoken at first when he had come to her office alone. But those days were gone, along with eaves-dropping Andrew McBain, their first happiness and the golden dreams. All was gone--all but the accursed gold.
She found Rimrock alone in the silent office, running through filing cases in blundering haste.
"What are you looking for?" she asked demurely and as he noticed her amus.e.m.e.nt he smiled.
"Examining the books," he answered grimly. "Say, how much money have we got?"
"Oh, don"t look there!" she said, pushing the filing drawer back into its case. "Here, I"ll give you our last monthly statement, brought down to January first."
She ran through the files and with a practised hand drew out the paper he wanted.
"Much obliged," he mumbled and as he glanced at the total he blinked and his eyes opened up. "All right!" he said, "that will last me a while. I might as well spend it, don"t you think? I"m General Manager, as long as I last, and it will take money to beat this man Bray."
"What, have you taken charge of the legal part of it? I thought that was left to McVicker and Ord?"
"McVicker and Ord! They"re a couple of mutton-heads. Why, Bray has got c.u.mmins and Ford. I know they"re good, because they beat me out of the Gunsight; but they"re nothing to the men I"ve retained. I"ve telegraphed money to ten attorneys already--the best in the United States, so Ben Birchett, my Geronimo lawyer, says--and they"ll be here within a few days. It"ll be a galaxy of the finest legal talent that ever took a case in Arizona. Ben told me frankly when I called him up Long Distance that we"ve got a very weak case; but you wait, they"ll frame something up. We"re fighting Stoddard, there isn"t a doubt about it; but we"re spending his money, too."
He met her gaze with a disarming grin and the reproaches died on her lips. After all, it was his right, after what he had suffered, to have this one, final fling. He was nothing but a child, a great overgrown boy, and it was fitting he should have his jest. And between him and Stoddard, the ice-cold lightning-calculator who kept count of every cent, there was really little to choose. Only Rimrock, of course, was human. He was a drunken and faithless gambler; a reckless, fighting animal; a crude, thoughtless barbarian; but his failings were those of a man. He didn"t take advantage of everybody--it was only his enemies that he raided.