"Oh, thank you very much," answered Mrs. Hardesty sweetly, "I prefer to pay, if you don"t mind."
"Your privilege," conceded Rimrock, "this is a fine, large, free country. We try to give "em all what they want."
"Yes, it is!" she exclaimed. "Isn"t the coloring wonderful! And have you spent all your life on these plains? Can"t we sit down here somewhere? I"m just dying to talk with you. And I have business to talk over, too."
"Oh, not here!" exclaimed Rimrock as she glanced about the lobby.
"This may not be the Waldorf, but we"ve got some cla.s.s all the same.
Come up to the balcony--built especially for the ladies--say, how"s friend Buckbee and the rest?"
And then with the greatest gallantry in the world he escorted her to Mary"s own balcony. There was another, across the well, but he did not even think of it. He had forgotten that Mary was in the world. As they sat in the dim alcove he found himself telling long stories and listening to the gossip of New York. Every word that he said was received with soft laughter, or rapt silence or a ready jest; and when she in her turn took the conversation in hand he found her sharing with him a new and unseen world. It was a woman"s world, full of odd surprises. Everything she did seemed quite sweet and reasonable and at the same time daring and bizarre. She looked at things differently, with a sort of worldly-wise tolerance and an ever-changing, provocative smile. Nothing seemed to shock her even when, to try her, he moved closer; and yet she could understand.
It was a revelation to Rimrock, the laughing way she restrained him; and yet it baffled him, too. They sat there quite late, each delving into the mystery of the other"s personality and mind, and as the lower lights were switched off and the alcove grew dimmer, the talk became increasingly intimate. A vein of poetry, of unsuspected romance, developed in Rimrock"s mind and, far from discouraging it or seeming to belittle it, Mrs. Hardesty responded in kind. It was a rare experience in people so different, this exchange of innermost thoughts, and as their voices grew lower and all the world seemed far away, they took no notice of a ghost.
It was a woman"s form, drifting past in the dark corridor where the carpet was so thick and soft. It paused and pa.s.sed on and there was a glint of metal, as of a band of steel over the head. Except for that it might have been any woman, or any uneasy ghost. For night is the time the dead past comes back and the soul mourns over what is lost--but at dawn the spirits vanish and the work of the world goes on.
Mary Fortune appeared late at the Company office, for she had very little to do; and even when there she sat tense and silent. Why not?
There was nothing to do. Jepson ran the mine and everything about it, and Rimrock attended to the rest. All she had to do was to keep track of the records and act as secretary to the Board of Directors. They never met now, except perfunctorily, to give Rimrock more money to spend. He came in as she sat there, dashing past her for some papers, and was dashing out when she spoke his name.
"Oh, Mr. Jones," she said and, dimly noting its formality, he paused and questioned her greeting.
"Oh, it"s Mister again, is it?" he observed stopping reluctantly.
"Well, what"s the matter now?"
"Yes, it"s Mister," she said, managing to smile quite naturally. "You know you told me your name was "Mister"--since you made your pile and all that--but, Mister, I"m going away."
"Going away!" exclaimed Rimrock, suddenly turning to look at her; and then he came hurriedly back.
"Say, what"s the matter?" he asked uneasily, "have I done something else that is wrong?"
"Why, no," she laughed, "what a conscience you have! I"m going East for an operation--I should have gone long ago. Oh, yes, I"ve been thinking about it for quite a while; but now I"m going to go. You don"t know how I dread it. It"s very painful, and if it doesn"t make me any better it"s likely to make me--."
"Oh," said Rimrock thoughtfully, rubbing his chin, "well, say, when do you want to go? I"m going East myself and there ought to be one of us----"
"So soon?" enquired Mary and as Rimrock looked at her he caught a twinkle in her eyes. Not of merriment exactly, but of swift understanding and a hidden, cynical scorn.
"What d"ye mean?" he bl.u.s.tered. "Ain"t I got a right----"
"Why, certainly," she returned, still with that subtle resentment, "I have no objections at all. Only it might make a difference to Mr.
Stoddard if he found us both away."
"Aw, that"s all bosh!" broke out Rimrock impatiently, "he"s got his hands more than full in New York. I happen to know he"s framing up a copper deal that will lay the Hackmeisters wide open. That"s why I want to go back. Mrs. Hardesty says----"
"Mrs. Hardesty?"
Rimrock stopped and looked down. Then he picked up his hat and made another false start for the door.
"Yes, Mrs. Hardesty--she came in last night. That lady that wore the tiger skin."
"Oh!" said Mary and something in her voice seemed to stab him in the back as he fled.
"Say, what do you mean?" he demanded, coming angrily back, "you speak like something was wrong. Can"t a man look twice at some other woman without your saying: "Oh!" I want you to understand that this Mrs.
Hardesty is just as good as you are. And what"s more, by grab, she"s got stock in our Company and we ought to be treating her nice. Yes, she bought it from Stoddard; and if I could just pull her over----
"How much stock?" asked Mary, reaching suddenly for a book, and Rimrock fidgeted and turned red.
"Two thousand shares!" he said defiantly. "She"s got as much as you have."
"Oh!" murmured Mary as she ran through the book, and Rimrock flew into a fury.
"Now for the love of Mike!" he cried, striding towards her, "don"t always be pulling that book! I know you know where every share is, and just who transferred it to who, but this Mrs. Hardesty has told me she"s got it and that ought to be enough!"
"Why, certainly!" agreed Mary, instantly closing the book. "I just didn"t recall the name. Is she waiting for you now? Then don"t let me detain you. I"ll be starting East to-night."
Rimrock rocked on his feet in impotent anger as he groped for a fitting retort.
"Well, go then!" he said. "What do I give a d.a.m.n?" And he rushed savagely out of the room.
CHAPTER XVII
AN AFTERTHOUGHT
It was part of the violent nature of Rimrock that his wrath fell upon both the just and the unjust. Mary Fortune had worsted him in their pa.s.sage at arms and left him bruised from head to heels. She had simply let him come on and at every bludgeon stroke she had replied with a rapier thrust. Without saying a word against the character of Mrs. Hardesty she had conveyed the thought that she was an adventuress; or, if not exactly that, then something less than a lady. And the sure way in which she had reached for that book was proof positive that the stock was not recorded. But the thing that maddened him most, and against which there was no known defense, was her subtle implication that Mrs. Hardesty was at the bottom of his plan to go East. And so, with the fury still hot in his brain, he made poor company on the road to the Tecolote.
Since Mrs. Hardesty had come, as a stockholder of course, to look over the Company"s properties, it was necessary that she should visit the mine, though she was far from keen for the trip. She came down at last, heavily veiled from the sunshine, and Rimrock helped her into his machine; but, being for the moment in a critical mood and at war in his heart against all women, he looked at her with different eyes. For the best complexion that was ever laid on will not stand the test of the desert and in the glare of white light she seemed suddenly older and pitifully made up and painted. Even the flash of pearly teeth and the dangerous play of her eyes could not hide the dark shadows beneath; and her conversation, on the morning after, seemed slightly artificial and forced.
Perhaps, in that first flight of their unleashed souls when they sat close in the balcony alone, they had reached a height that could never be attained when the sun was strong in their eyes. They crouched behind the windshield, for Rimrock drove recklessly, and went roaring out across the desert and between the rush of the wind and the sharp kick of the chuck-holes conversation was out of the question. Then they came to the camp, with its long rows of deal houses and the rough bulk of the concentrator and mill; and even this, to Mrs. Hardesty"s wind-blown eyes, must have seemed exceedingly Western and raw.
A mine, at the best, is but a hole in the ground; and that which appears on top--the shaft-houses and stacks and trestles and dumps--is singularly barren of interest. The Tecolote was better than most, for there were open cuts with steam shovels scooping up the ore, and miners driving holes into the shattered formation and powder-men loading shots. Rimrock showed it all faithfully, and they watched some blasts and took a ride in the gliding cars, but it was hardly a trip that the average lady would travel from New York to take. So they both breathed a sigh when the ordeal was over and the car had taken them home.
At the door of the hotel Mrs. Hardesty disappeared, which gave Rimrock a chance for a drink, but as he went past the desk the clerk called him back and added to the burden of his day.
"What"s these?" demanded Rimrock as the clerk handed over some keys, but he knew them all too well.
"The keys to the office, sir. Miss Fortune left quite suddenly and requested me to deliver them to you."
"Where"d she go?" he asked, and, not getting an answer, he burst into a fit of cursing. He could see it all now. She had not gone for an operation, she had gone because she was mad. She was jealous, and that was her way of showing it--she had gone off and left him in a hole. He ought to have known from that look in her eye and the polite, smiling way she talked. Now he was tied to the mast and if he went to New York he would have to turn over the mine to Jepson! And that would give Jepson just the chance he wanted to jump the Old Juan claim.
For a man who was worth fifty million dollars and could claim a whole town for his friends Rimrock put in a most miserable night as he dwelt on this blow to his hopes. He was like a man checkmated at chess--every way he turned he was sure to lose if he moved. For the chance of winning a hypothetical two thousand shares, which Stoddard was supposed to have sold to Mrs. Hardesty, he had thrown away and lost forever his control over Mary Fortune"s stock. Now, if he followed after her and tried to make his peace, he might lose his chance with Mrs. Hardesty as well; and if he stayed with _her_ Mary was fully capable of throwing her vote with Stoddard"s. It was more than her stock, it was her director"s vote that he needed above everything else!
Rimrock paced up and down in his untidy room and struggled to find a way out. With Mary gone he could not even vote a dividend unless he came to an agreement with Stoddard. He could not get the money to carry out his plans, not even when it lay in bank. He could not appoint a new secretary, to carry on the work while he made his trip to New York. He couldn"t do anything but stay right there and wait until he heard from her!
It was a humiliating position for a man to find himself in, and especially after his talk with Mrs. Hardesty. Perhaps he had not considered the ways and means very carefully, but he had promised her to go back to New York. A man like him, with his genius for finance and his masterful control of men, a man who could rise in a single year from a prospector to a copper king; such a man was wasted in provincial Arizona--his place was in Wall Street, New York. So she had said that night when they sat close together and their souls sought the high empyrean of dreams--and now he was balked by a woman. Master of men he was, and king of finance he might be, but woman was still his bane.
He looked at it again by the cold light of day and that night he appealed to Mrs. Hardesty. She was a woman herself, and wise in the ways of jealousy, intrigue and love. A single word from her and this impenetrable mystery might be cleared up like mist before the sun. And she ought to help him because it was through her, indirectly, that all this trouble had occurred. Until her arrival there had never been a moment when he had seriously worried over Mary. She had scolded, of course, about his gambling and drinking and they had had their bad half hours, off and on; but never for an instant had there been the suggestion of a break in their business affairs. About that, at least, she had always been reasonable; but now she was capable of anything.
It would not surprise him to get a telegram from Stoddard that he was coming out to take over the control; nor to discover later, across the directors" table, Mary Fortune sitting grimly by. He knew her too well! If she once got started! But he pa.s.sed--it was up to Mrs.
Hardesty.