"Now," he said, "as most of you have laid in a solid foundation, we can talk over the dessert; and I want to remind you that we have several reasons for celebrating this occasion. A start at growing fruit on a big scale has just been made; we"re to have a wharf; and there"s a wagon trail to be bridged and graded. All this brings you nearer the market.
You have held on and put up a good fight with rocks and trees, and now when you"ll have no trouble in turning your produce into money you"re going to reap the reward of it. But that"s not our main business to-night."
There was an encouraging murmur, and he went on:
"We had a few bad men round this settlement--toughs, who had no use for work. Folks of their kind are like the fever--they"re infectious--and it"s a kind of curious thing that for a while the bad man generally comes out on top. His trouble is that he can"t stay there, for something big and heavy is surely going to fall on him sooner or later. Still, those men had a big combine at the back of them and they got hold.
They"d have kept it longer, only that one man had a bigger head than most of us. He"ll tell you that the one straight way to get money is to work for it, and that the folks who begin by robbing the Government end by robbing everybody else. He found the combine up against him, but while some of us backed down he stood fast. He wouldn"t be fooled or bullied, and, though he didn"t go round saying so, when the time came that big and well-handled combine went down. Now it"s my pleasant duty to offer your thanks to Mr. Oliver for freeing you from what would have been the ugliest kind of tyranny."
He sat down amid applause, and another man got up.
"I"m glad to second that," he announced. "We were easy with the opium gang when they began. It was pleasant to get a roll of bills now and then for just leaving a team handy and saying nothing if we found a case in the stable; but we didn"t see where that led." He stopped and turned to Mr. Barclay, who was smiling at him. "What"d you say, sir?"
"It struck me that you were forgetting what my profession is," Mr.
Barclay answered dryly. "You"re not compelled to give yourself and your friends away."
This remark was followed by laughter; then the speaker proceeded:
"Anyhow, the dope boys began to change their tone. At first, they paid and asked favors; but when they got folks so they couldn"t go back on them they ordered, and seldom paid at all. It was getting what my friend calls tyranny, and the small man had to stand in and ask the gang for leave to live. We"d have been in a mighty tight place now if one rancher hadn"t boldly stood out. That"s why we"re offering our best thanks to Mr. Oliver, who got up and fought the gang."
There was a shout that set the shingles rattling overhead, and when it died away Mr. Oliver, who looked embarra.s.sed, said a few simple words, which were followed by riotous applause. Then Frank looking around saw that a sheet of newspaper with three pictures on it was pinned to the wall.
"What"s that thing?" he asked, leaning back to touch Harry. "You"re nearer it."
One of the men took the paper down and handed it to him.
"Well," he drawled, "I guess you ought to know your own likeness."
Frank gasped as he took the paper, for the two portraits at the top of it were of Harry and himself, and underneath them appeared the dog.
There was a conspicuous black heading over them.
"_The modest salvors of the opium schooner, and their dog_," it read.
Beneath this there was about a column dealing with Mr. Oliver"s exploits and their own. Frank glanced at parts of it with blank astonishment.
"You never told him all that stuff," he declared, pa.s.sing it to Harry.
Mr. Oliver intercepted the paper, and his expression hinted at half-disgusted amus.e.m.e.nt.
"Didn"t you know any better than to tell a story of this kind to a newspaper man?" he asked. "Read a little of it!"
Harry"s face flushed as he read.
"I didn"t tell him half of it," he protested. "Besides, I didn"t know what he was."
Mr. Oliver laughed at last; and just then another man got up and made a speech about Mr. Barclay, who rose and looked down the table with a quiet smile.
"I appreciate what you have said of my doings, boys, and now I"ll base my few observations on one of the first speaker"s remarks," he began.
"He stated that the man who began by robbing the Government would end by robbing everybody else; but he was wrong. The man who robs the Government _is_ robbing every other citizen. Each of us is part of a system that"s built up, we believe, on the rock of the const.i.tution.
Otherwise, if you were merely individuals, doing just as you wished, obeying n.o.body, you could live only like the Indians, holding your ranches and cattle--if you had them--with the rifle. All commerce and security is founded on the fact that we"re not separate men, but a nation. Well, the nation wants troops, and warships, judges, courts, schools, and roads. It expects you to pay your share, since you get the benefit, and every man who beats it out of one tax or duty is playing a mean game on and stealing from the rest. That"s the one point I want to make clear."
Then, to the confusion of Harry and Frank, they were commended; and afterward the company broke up into groups to talk and smoke. Mr. Oliver and the boys, Mr. Marston, Mr. Webster and Mr. Barclay still sat together, and presently Mr. Barclay turned to the boys.
"I"ve some news for you," he announced. "The schooner has been surveyed.
She"s very little damaged, and the authorities, who have seized her, have decided to allow your claim in full. As soon as she"s sold, they"ll forward you a treasury order."
"And we"ll really get all that money?" Frank asked with a gasp.
"It seems pretty certain."
The blood rushed into Frank"s face.
"It would go a long way toward buying a small, half-cleared ranch," he exclaimed joyfully.
"I"ve one to sell," laughed Mr. Webster. "You can have it cheap."
"Are you serious?" Mr. Oliver inquired.
"Sure!" was the answer. "I never was much good at ranching, and the place is too small to feed more than a few head of stock. It might pay growing fruit; but if I did any planting now I"d have to wait three or four years before I got any returns worth while, and I was always kind of smart at carpentering. I could get contracts for building log bridges and cutting wharf piles now, and I"d let the ranch go at a very moderate price."
"How much do you want?"
When Mr. Webster told him, Mr. Oliver considered the matter for a few moments.
"I"ll have to start Harry in another three or four years, and if we put in a lot of young trees they"d be in good bearing by that time," he said thoughtfully. "We could work the place from our own ranch in the meanwhile; but I"m afraid I can"t raise the price you ask. Would you let part stand over on a mortgage?"
"I can"t do that," was the reply, "though I"d like to oblige you. You see, if I"m to handle those contracts properly, I must have the money to buy tools and to pay wages. But suppose we appoint two valuers to fix a figure."
The boys had been listening intently, and Frank broke in:
"Harry and I have decided to go partners in a ranch some day, and there"s the salvage money."
"It wouldn"t be enough," said Mr. Oliver regretfully.
Mr. Marston touched Mr. Oliver"s shoulder.
"I"d like a few words with you privately."
They crossed the room, and after talking for a while in low tones Mr.
Marston beckoned Frank, who had been waiting in tense excitement. Mr.
Marston was a middle-aged business man, with keen eyes and a thoughtful face, and he looked at Frank steadily.
"Sit down and listen to me," he said. "Because I"m a relative of yours and also because I had a great respect for your father, I meant from the beginning to help you along. On the other hand, I"ve seen young men spoiled by knowing that they had friends ready to give them a lift, and I decided to let you make the best fight you could, for a year or two.
That"s why I sent you to the flour mill, instead of putting you into something easier; and I may say that I wasn"t altogether pleased when you left it."
"I was turned out, sir," Frank corrected him with some color in his face.
Mr. Marston smiled.
"We"ll let it go at that. The main thing is that you didn"t come back for help. Instead, you made another start for yourself; and you seem to have done well here. According to a newspaper which I"ve read, you have even distinguished yourself lately." He laughed before he proceeded.