"He can"t hurt me," said Pen. "I"m too sorry for him. Though I"ll admit that I never knew what it was to lose control of my temper until after I was married. Still, where will they bury Iron Skull?"
"We have a little graveyard high on the mesa-top, yonder. He had not a relative in the world. He was of good old New England stock. He was trying to tell me something about his feeling for the Dam because of that when he was killed."
Jim was speaking a little brokenly and Pen laid her hand on his arm.
"The big dangers on the dam, we try to guard against. We can"t even foresee a thing like Iron Skull"s sacrifice. But I know he would have liked to have gone giving his life for someone he loved the way he did old Suma-theek. Sometimes I think there ought to be listed on a bronze tablet on the wall of each great structure the names of those who died in giving it birth. The big structures all are consecrated in blood.
Skysc.r.a.pers, bridges, and dams all demand their human sacrifices. Thirty men went on the Makon. We"ve lost eight here so far."
"Sara was frightfully upset," said Pen. "That"s why he took the morphine. Any thought of death makes him hysterical. The chant set him to swearing frightfully. Jim, I"d give anything to be able to set Sara right with himself."
"Pen, why did Sara come down here?" asked Jim abruptly.
Penelope hesitated. She did not want to voice Iron Skull"s suspicions until she had verified them. "I don"t know, Jim," she said finally. "I thought it was for his health and land, but I feel uneasy since I see his att.i.tude toward you."
"If he has an idea of speculating in real estate, I"ll have to head him off," said Jim. "Land speculation hurts the projects very seriously."
"What harm does it do?" asked Pen.
"Inflates land values so that farming doesn"t pay with the already heavy building charges for the dam."
"Oh, I see!" mused Pen. "I"ll talk to Sara about it."
"Don"t say a word to him. I can fight my own battles with Sara.
Penelope, what were you thinking about when you sat over there at the crater edge with your head on your arms?"
In the moonlight a slow red stained Pen"s face. Jim watched her with puzzled eyes.
"I--I can"t tell you all I was thinking," she said. "But some of it was because of Iron Skull. I was thinking how awful it will be for us to die, you and Sara and me, leaving not a human being behind us, just as Iron Skull did."
"Most of us New Englanders are going that way," said Jim. "We Americans have so steadily decreased our birth rate in the past hundred years that we are nearly seven million babies below normal. South European children will take their places."
"Well, I don"t know that it will hurt America in the long run," said Pen.
"I think it will," insisted Jim. "This country is governed by inst.i.tutions that are inherently Teutonic. The people who will inherit these inst.i.tutions are fundamentally different in their conceptions of government and education. I"m a New Englander, descendant of the Anglo-Saxon founders of the country. I can"t see my race and its ideal pa.s.sing without its breaking my heart."
"Why do you pa.s.s?" asked Pen sharply. "Why don"t you brace up?"
"We don"t know how," said Jim.
"I wonder if that"s true," murmured Pen, "and if it is true, why!"
Silence fell between the two. The night wind sighed softly over the Elephant"s broad back. The eagle, disturbed by the voices above his nest, soared suddenly from the crater, dipped across the canyon, and circled the flag that was seldom lowered before the office. The flag fluttered remotely in the moonlight.
"Look, Jim," whispered Pen, "the eagle and the flag so young and the Elephant so old and poor Iron Skull lying there dead! I wish I could make a legend from it. The material is there.... Oh, Sara said such horrible things tonight!"
Penelope shivered. Jim jumped up and held out his hand. "Come, little Pen! I"m going to take you home. How cold your fingers are!"
Jim kept Pen"s cold little hand warm within his own whenever the trail permitted on the way back. But he scarcely spoke again.
The next day Iron Skull"s funeral was held in the little adobe chapel which was filled to overflowing. A great crowd of workmen, Americans, Mexicans and Indians, gathered outside. At Suma-theek"s earnest pet.i.tion, Jim allowed the Indians to carry the coffin on their shoulders up the trail behind the lower town to the mesa crest where the little graveyard lay. And Jim also gave Suma-theek permission to make a farewell speech when the grave had been filled. The missionary had protested but Jim was obdurate.
"Suma-theek owes his life to Iron Skull. I shall let him do his uttermost to show his grat.i.tude. He is a fine old man, as fine in the eyes of G.o.d, no doubt, as you or I, Mr. Smiley."
So as the last of the sand and gravel was being shoveled into the grave, the old Apache stepped forward and raised his lean brown hand.
"My blood brother," he said, "he lies in this grave. If he have squaw or childs, old Suma-theek, he go give life for them. Iron Skull he no have anyone left on this earth who carry his blood. He gone! He leave no mark but in my heart. Injun and white they come like pile of sand desert wind drifts up. They go like pile of sand desert wind blows down. Great Spirit, He say, "Only one strength for mens; that the strength of many childs, Injuns, they no have many childs. They die. Mexicans they have many childs, they live. n.i.g.g.e.rs, they have many. They live. Whites they no have many childs. Come some day like Injuns, like Iron Skull, they see on all of earth, no blood like theirs. They lay them down to die alone. Old Iron Skull, he a real man. He fight much. He work hard. He keep word. He die for friend. Maybe when Great Spirit look down at Iron Skull, it make Him love Iron Skull to know old Injun carry Iron Skull"s mark in his lonely heart. O friends, I know him many, many years! We smoke many pipes together. We hunt together. We sabez each other"s hearts. Ai! Ai! Ai! Beloved!"
And old Suma-theek broke down and cried like a child.
The crowd dispersed silently. The rising night wind began its task of sifting sand across Iron Skull"s grave. Coyotes howled far on the mountain tops. And the night shift began to repair the cofferdam for old Jezebel had dropped suddenly back into her old trail.
A day or so after the funeral Sara said to Penelope, "When are you going down to see Mrs. Ames?"
"What makes you so friendly to the Ames family?" Pen asked in surprise.
"Ames may be useful to me," replied Sara. "I want you to cultivate him."
"I"ll not do it for any such reason," said Pen quickly. "I like Mrs.
Ames and I plan to see a great deal of her. But I"ll not play cat"s paw for you. What are you up to, Sara?"
"None of your business," said Sara.
Pen flushed, but fell back on the whimsical manner that was her defense against Sara"s ill-nature.
"It"s your subtlety that fascinates me, Sara. Did you ever try a steam roller?"
Sara scowled: "Of course, I suppose it"s too much to ask you to take an interest in my business affairs. If I were a well man, I might hope to make an impression on you."
"By the way, Sara," said Pen, "land speculation hurts these Projects. I don"t think you ought to try to make money that way. Of course, if Mr.
Ames wants to sell you some land, I suppose I can"t keep you from buying, but Jim says that, coupled with the heavy building charges, inflated land values are doing the Service a lot of harm."
Pen watched Sara closely. Sara when calm was close-mouthed. Sara when angry was apt to talk! His face flushed quickly.
"Jim! Jim!" he sneered. "I heard it all the time in New York and now I"m getting it here. Oh, wait and see, the two of you!"
For the first time since the first years of bitter adjustment, Pen showed fire. She crossed the room and stood over Sara"s couch, her cheeks scarlet, her hazel eyes deep with some suppressed fire.
"Do you think I fear you, with your vile tongue and your yellow heart, George Saradokis? There is neither fear nor love nor hope nor regret left in my heart! It long ago learned that marriage is a travesty and our marriage a nightmare. Do you think your impudence or your threats _hurt_ me any more? You waste your breath if you do. You and I have made a hopeless mess of our lives. Jim is doing a big work. If I find you are laying a straw in his way, I"ll--I"ll shove you, couch and all, over the canyon edge."
Sara suddenly laughed. Even as she uttered her threat Pen was mechanically straightening his pillow!
"Look here, Pen," he said, "I know I"m a devil! The pain and the awful failure of my life make me that. But I"ll try to be more decent. For the Lord"s sake, Pen, don"t you go back on me or I"ll take an overdose of morphine. I do want to make some money and any land deal that Ames and I put through, I"ll let Jim pa.s.s on. Does that satisfy you?"
It was not often that Sara tried to wheedle Pen. She looked at him suspiciously but nodded carelessly.
"All right! If Jim sees it I"ll consent. If you get any honest enjoyment out of Mr. Ames, I"ll get him up here often. Mrs. Ames is a dear."
"You are a good old sort, Pen," returned Sara. "Why can"t you go down tomorrow? Mrs. Flynn would look out for me, I guess. They say that fellow Bill Evans will ride people anywhere in his machine."