CURTIS CULPABLE
THE AGENT SHIELDS HIS PETS
while in the editorial columns of the Copper City papers similar accusations, though adroitly veiled, were none the less apparent. He had smiled at all this in the presence of his friends, but inwardly he shrank from it just as he would have done had some tramp in the street flung a handful of gutter slime across the breast of his uniform. A gust of rage made his teeth clinch and his face burn hot, and he entered his office with lowering brows.
Wilson looked up with a grin. "Well, Major, the politicians are getting in their work on us."
"This is only the beginning. We may expect an army of reporters to complete the work of misrepresentation."
"The wonder is they haven"t got here before. They must be really nervous. Crane says the people in town have very bad hearts. As near as I can make out they faced him up and threatened his life. He says the mob is hanging round the edge of the reservation crazy for blood. He got shy and took to the hills."
"Did he see the sheriff?"
"Yes, the sheriff is on the way."
"Is Crane still asleep?"
"Yes. He didn"t wait for grub; he dropped like a log and is dead to the world."
"Poor chap! I shouldn"t have sent him on this last trip. Where is Tony?"
"Tony"s out in the hills to keep an eye on Cut Finger. Will you go after him to-night?"
"No, not till morning. The police will locate him and stay with him to-night, and to-morrow morning I will go out and get him myself. I don"t want any shooting, if it can be avoided. What is it, Heavybreast?"
he asked of a large Tetong who entered at the moment, his eyes bright with information.
"White man coming," signed the redman.
Curtis rose and went to the door and looked down the road.
Three carriages were pa.s.sing the issue-house--one a rather pretentious family surrey, the others ordinary mountain wagons. In the hinder seat of the surrey, and beside the sheriff, sat a gray-haired man.
"It is Senator Brisbane!" said Curtis to Wilson, and a keen pang of antic.i.p.ated loss came to him, for he knew that Brisbane had come to take his daughter away. But his face was calm as he went down to the gate to meet his distinguished and powerful enemy.
The ex-Senator was hot, weary, and angry. He had arrived in Pinon City on the early train, just as the county attorney and the sheriff were about to set forth. A few words with these officials a.s.suaged his anxiety for his daughter but increased his irritation towards Curtis.
Leaving orders for another team to follow, he had taken pa.s.sage with the sheriff, an action he regretted at once. The seats were too low and too narrow for his vast bulk, and his knees grew weary. The wind came from the plain hot and insolent, bringing no relief to the lungs; on the contrary, it filled his eyes and ears with dust and parched the skin like a furnace blast. Altogether the conditions of his ride had been torturing to the great man, and he had ridden the latter part of it in grim silence, mentally execrating both Lawson and Curtis for luring his daughter so far from civilization.
No one spoke till the agent, pacing calmly down to the gate, stepped into the road and said:
"Good-evening, gentlemen, will you get out and come in?"
Even then Brisbane made no reply, but the sheriff spoke up: "I suppose we"ll have to. This is Senator Brisbane, Major. He was very anxious about his daughter and so came in with me. This is Mr. Grismore, our county attorney."
Curtis bowed slightly. "Mr. Grismore I have seen. Senator Brisbane I have met. Send your horses down to the corral, sheriff, and come in; you can"t return to-night."
As the sheriff got out he said: "This second team is the Senator"s, and the reporter for the a.s.sociated Press is in there with Streeter."
Brisbane got out slowly and painfully, and a yellow-gray pallor came into his face as he stood beside the carriage steadying himself by resting his hand on the wheel. The young county attorney, eager to serve the great politician, sprang out and offered a hand, and Curtis, with sudden pity in his heart, made a step forward, but Brisbane put them both aside harshly.
"No, no! I"m all right now. My legs were cramped--that"s all. They"ll limber up in a minute. The seats were too low for a man of my height. I should have stayed in the other carriage."
After all he was Elsie"s father, and Curtis relented: "Senator, if you"ll take a seat in my office, I"ll go fetch your daughter."
"I prefer to go to her myself," Brisbane replied, menacingly formal.
"Where is she?"
"I will show you if you will permit," Curtis coldly replied, and set out to cross the road.
The old man hobbled painfully at first, but soon recovered enough of his habitual power to follow Curtis, who did not wait, for he wished to have a private word with Elsie before her father came. She was lying down as he knocked, resting, waiting for the dinner call.
"Your father is here," he said, as she opened the door.
Her face expressed surprise, not pleasure.
"Here! Here at the agency?"
"Yes, and on his way to the studio. Moreover, he is very dirty, very disgusted, very crusty, and not at all well."
"Poor old father! Now he"ll make it uncomfortable for us all. He has come for me, of course. Who is with him?"
"The sheriff, the county attorney, and some reporters."
She smiled. "Then he is "after you," too."
"It looks that way. But you must not go away without giving me another chance to talk with you. Will you promise that?" he demanded, abruptly, pa.s.sionately. "I have something to say to you."
"I dare not promise," she responded, and her words chilled him even more than her action as she turned away to the door. "How slowly he walks!
Poor old papa! You shouldn"t have done this, popsey," she cried, as she met him with a kiss on his cheek.
Curtis walked away, leaving them alone, a hand of ice at his heart.
Brisbane took her kiss without changing to lighter mood.
"Why didn"t you follow out my orders?" he demanded, harshly. "You see what I"ve had to go through just because you are so foolishly obstinate. That ride is enough to kill a man."
Her throat swelled with anger, but she choked it down and replied very gently. "Come into the studio and let me clean off the dust. I"m sorry."
He followed her in and sank heavily upon a chair. "I wouldn"t take that journey again for ten thousand dollars. Why didn"t you come to the railway as I ordered?"
"Because I saw no good reason for it. I knew what I was doing. Captain Curtis a.s.sured me--"
"Captain Curtis!" he sneered. "You"d take his word against mine, would you?"
"Yes, I would, for he is on the ground and knows all the conditions. He has the outbreak well in hand. You have seen only the outside exaggeration of it. He has acted with honor and good judgment--"
"Oh, he has, has he? Well, we"ll see about that!" His mind had taken a new turn. "He won"t have anything in his hand six months from now. No West Point dude like him can set himself up against the power of this State and live."
"Now, papa, don"t start in to abuse Captain Curtis; he is our host, and it isn"t seemly."