"If you mean business, let"s get acquainted," he said. "My front name is Kent."
"Well, Kent, let"s get busy," smiled Sanderson. "You go to work on your estimates, order your material, hire your men. I"ll see how bad the people in the basin want the water they"ve been expectin"."
Kent Williams took up his quarters in the bunkhouse and immediately began work, though before he could do much he rode to Okar, telegraphed to Dry Bottom, the town which had been the scene of his previous activity, and awaited the arrival of several capable-looking young men.
In company with the latter he returned to the Double A, and for many days thereafter he and his men ran the transit and drove stakes in the basin and along the gorge.
Sanderson spent much of his time talking with the cattlemen in the basin. They were all eager to have water brought to their ranches, for it would save them the long trip to the river, which was inaccessible in many places, and they welcomed the new project.
0ne of the men--a newcomer to the basin--voiced the general sentiment.
"We want water, an" we don"t give a d.a.m.n who brings it here. First come, first served!"
The big problem to Sanderson, however, was the question of money. He was aware that a vast sum would be required. Nearly all the money he possessed would be sunk in the preliminary work, and he knew that if the work was to go on he must borrow money.
He couldn"t get money in Okar, he knew that.
He rode to Lazette and talked with a banker there. The latter was interested, but unwilling to lend.
"The Okar Basin," he said. "Yes, I"ve heard about it. Great prospects there. But I"ve been told that Silverthorn and Maison are going to put it through, and until I hear from them, I shouldn"t like to interfere."
"That gang won"t touch the Double A water!" declared Sanderson. "I"ll see the basin scorched to a cinder before I"ll let them in on the deal!"
The banker smiled. "You are ent.i.tled to the water, of course; and I admire your grit. But those men are powerful. I have to depend on them a great deal. So you can see that I couldn"t do anything without first consulting them."
Sanderson left Lazette in disgust. It was not until after he had tried in Dry Bottom and Las Vegas that he realized how subtle and far-reaching was the power and influence of the financial rulers of Okar.
"We should like to let you have the money," the Las Vegas banker told him. "But, unfortunately, a loan to you would conflict with our interests in Okar. We know the big men in Okar have been considering the water question in the basin, and we should not like to antagonize them."
The trip consumed two weeks, and Sanderson returned to the Double A to discover that during his absence very little work had been done.
"It looks like we"re up against it," Williams informed him when pressed for an explanation. "We can"t get a pound of material. I went personally to Okar and was told by Silverthorn that the railroad would accept no material consigned to the Double A ranch."
"Pretty raw," was Sanderson"s only comment.
"Raw? It"s rotten!" declared Williams. "There"s plenty of the kind of material we want in Lazette. To get it here would mean a fifty-mile haul. I can get teams and wagons in Lazette," he added, an eager note in his voice.
"Go to it," said Sanderson.
Williams smiled admiringly. "You"re game, Mr. Man," he said; "it"s a pleasure to work for you!"
However, it was not courage that impelled Sanderson to accept the hazard and expense of the fifty-mile haul. In his mind during the days he had been trying to borrow money had been a picture of the defeat that was ahead of him if he did not succeed; he could imagine the malicious satisfaction with which his three enemies would discuss his failure.
Inwardly, Sanderson was writhing with impatience and consumed with an eagerness to get into personal contact with his enemies, the pa.s.sion to triumph had gripped his soul, and a contempt for the sort of law in which Okar dealt had grown upon him until the contemplation of it had aroused in him a savage humor.
Okar"s law was not law at all; it was a convenience under which his three enemies could a.s.sail the property rights of others.
Outwardly, Sanderson was a smiling optimist. To Mary Bransford he confided that all was going well.
Neither had broached the subject of Sanderson"s impersonation since the night of Dale"s visit. It was a matter which certain thoughts made embarra.s.sing for Mary, and Sanderson was satisfied to keep silent.
But on the day that Williams left the Double A for Lazette, Mary"s curiosity could not be denied. She had conquered that constraint which had resulted from the revelation of Sanderson"s ident.i.ty, and had asked him to ride to the top of the gorge, telling him she wanted him to explain the proposed system of irrigation.
"It is desperately hard to get any information out of Williams," she told Sanderson; "he simply won"t talk about the work."
"Meanin" that he"ll talk rapid enough about other things, eh?"
Sanderson returned. He looked slyly at Mary.
"What other things are there for him to talk about?"
"A man could find a heap of things to talk about--to a woman. He might talk about himself--or the woman," suggested Sanderson, grinning.
She gave him a knowing look. "Oh," she said, reddening. "Yes," she added, smiling faintly, "now that you speak of it, I remember he did talk quite a little. He is a very interesting man."
"Good-looking too," said Sanderson; "an" smart. He saw the prospects of this thing right off."
"Didn"t you see them?" she questioned quickly.
"Oh, that," he said, flushing. "If the Drifter hadn"t told me mebbe I wouldn"t have seen."
"You have always been around cattle, I suppose?" she asked.
"Raised with them," smiled Sanderson.
Thus she directed the conversation to the subject about which she had wanted to inquire--his past life. Her questions were clever; they were suggestions to which he could do nothing except to return direct replies. And she got out of him much of his history, discovering that he had sound moral views, and a philosophy of which the salient principle was the scriptural injunction: "Do unto others as ye would that others should do unto you."
Upon that principle he had founded his character. His reputation had grown out of an adamantine adherence to it. Looking at him now she felt the strength of him, his intense devotion to his ideals; the earnestness of him.
Curiously, she had felt those things during the time she had thought of him as her brother, and had been conscious of the lure of him. It gave her a queer thrill to stand beside him now, knowing that she had kissed him; that he had had an opportunity to take advantage of the situation, and had not done so.
He had acted the gentleman; he was a gentleman. That was why she was able to talk with him now. If he had not treated her as he had treated her his presence at the Double A would have been intolerable.
There was deep respect for women in Sanderson, she knew. Also, despite his bold, frank glances--which was merely the manhood of him challenging her and taking note of her charms--there was a hesitating bashfulness about the man, as though he was not quite certain of the impression he was creating in her mind.
That knowledge pleased Mary; it convinced her of his entire worthiness; it gave her power over him--and that power thrilled her.
As her brother, he had been an interesting figure, though his manner had repelled her. And she had been conscious of a subtle pleasure that was not all sisterly when she had been near him. She knew, now, that the sensation had been instinctive, and she wondered if she could have felt toward her brother as she felt toward this man.
However, this new situation had removed the diffidence that had affected her; their relations were less matter of fact and more romantic, and she felt toward him as any woman feels who knows an admirer pursues her--breathless with the wonder of it, but holding aloof, tantalizing, whimsical, and uncertain of herself.
She looked at him challengingly, mockery in her eyes.
"So you came here because the Drifter told you there would be trouble--and a woman. How perfectly delightful!"
He sensed her mood and responded to it.
"It"s sure delightful. But it ain"t unusual. I"ve always heard that trouble will be lurkin" around where there"s a woman."
"But you would not say that a woman is not worth the trouble she causes?" she countered.