Qui-tha laughed, and followed Roger to the well. The chill of the early March morning was beginning to lift.
Roger pulled off his coat, preparatory to dropping down into the well, then paused. The sun was just lifting over the peaks. The ranch house was in black shadow. No man with Roger"s capacity for work could be lonely with that work at hand. No man with Roger"s fine imagination could have failed to have felt his pulses quicken at the sudden conception of the desert"s wonders that flashed before his mind as his outward eye took in the sunrise. He saw in flashing panorama the desert"s magnificent distances, its unbelievable richness of coloring, its burning desert noons, its still windswept nights, and a vague waking of pa.s.sions he never had known stirred within his self and work-centered soul.
The air was full of bird song. What Ernest called the dawn"s enchantment was just ending. Blackbird and robin, oriole and mocking bird, piped full-throated from every cactus. To Ernest this was the one redeeming touch to the desert"s austerity. To Roger it was the crowning of an almost unbearable charm. The sun wheeled in full glory over the peaks.
The adobe flashed out from the shadow and Roger slid down into the well.
He loaded the bucket with broken rock and called to Qui-tha to hoist away. To his surprise, there was no response. Roger climbed hurriedly out, calling to the Indian. He looked in the cook tent and the living tent and then his eye caught Qui-tha"s tall figure already diminished by distance, moving rapidly westward toward the River Range.
"By Jove," he exclaimed, "that"s cool! I wonder if he took anything with him but the peroxide bottle?"
A quick inventory showed nothing missing, and with a sigh Roger returned to the well.
It was slow work, filling the bucket, clambering out to hoist it, then down again. But at noon, when the sun shone full into the well, Roger noticed a sudden darkening of the brown rock at the bottom. He seized a pick and worked rapidly. Water! Not a gushing spring, but a steady increase of moisture that, as he dug on, became a trickle, then a slowly rising pool about his ankles.
No discoverer of a n.o.ble river ever felt prouder than Roger as, after he had hoisted out the bucket and tools, he stood at the well"s edge gazing far down at the dirty pool.
He was standing so, a tall figure, his face streaked with dirt and sweat but with satisfaction radiating from every line of his thin tanned face, when, "h.e.l.lo!" called a man"s voice behind him.
Roger turned with a jerk. A little gray-headed man and a little gray burro were standing by the work tent.
"Perhaps I could get something to eat here," said the stranger.
"Certainly," returned Roger, not too enthusiastically. He did not know desert hospitality, excepting what he had met at the Preble ranch. The man turned promptly to the burro.
"I"ll take off your pack, Peter, if you see to it that you don"t stray."
The burro looked at his master with the gaze of a wise old dog and, relieved of his pack, moved slowly to the shade of the living tent.
Roger, looking his guest over, from faded overalls and blue flannel shirt to battered sombrero, led the way into the cook tent.
"Whew!" said the stranger. "Sun"s getting higher. Noons are hot. When did you reach these parts?"
"A couple of weeks ago. My name"s Moore,--Roger Moore."
The man nodded. "Mine"s Otto von Minden. I"m an engineer. Been in the desert country ten years."
Roger was moving about, making coffee and slicing bacon. "What are you doing, prospecting?" he asked.
Von Minden jerked a quick look at Roger from a pair of small brown eyes.
"Yes, I"m prospecting. What are you doing?"
"Experimenting with solar heat. This is the place to get it if this noon is a promise of more to come."
"Heat!" cried the stranger with sudden excitement. "Heat! G.o.d! What I have known of heat. Blistering, burning, blinding! Nights when the very star rays scorch and the moon"s a caldron of white lava. Ten years of it, Moore, ten years!"
Roger looked at his guest with interest. "You aren"t an American?
There"s just a little accent in your speech."
"Me? No. I"m German born and bred. What are you going to do with your solar heat?"
"Harness it," replied Roger, "and see if I can make it work for me."
"There"s a fool born every minute," said Von Minden.
"You"re quite right," returned Roger, cheerfully.
There was no further conversation until Roger had put the coffee, bacon and cold biscuits with a can of pie-fruit on the table. Von Minden fell to voraciously. His table manners were very bad, his hands were dirty but there was something about him that interested Roger.
"I"ve had great trouble getting water," he said. "Just struck it, this noon. "Twill be enough for drinking and my condenser, I guess, but nothing for irrigation."
"Can"t do anything with a dug well, here," grunted the guest. "Better drive one."
"Is the sand really fertile in this region?" asked Roger.
"Fertile? Friend, there"s an empire waiting to be born, right here, if only they can get water and fuel."
"If we can get the fuel we can pump the water," said Roger. "You"re right! There is an empire here. Mineral resources beyond the dreams of avarice, four or five crops a year of food-stuffs. Why, man, millions of people could come in here and be self-sustaining."
"What do you mean by "in here"?" Von Minden spoke sharply.
Roger hesitated. "I mean really something pretty big. A cheap fuel would open up Arizona, New Mexico, Southern California and Northern old Mexico as no one can conceive who"s not studied the subject. If I can put over my experiment, I shall add to the potential wealth of this country as no single individual has ever done. I"m going to get some one"s ear at Washington, some day, if it"s not till I"m a doddering old man. We ought to have Mexico, you know, because when the inland empire begins to grow, we"ll overflow into Mexico. But we never can have her, of course. We can only hope that she"ll grow into a real nation we can neighbor with, like Canada."
"Ah hah! And how"re you going to bring about this millennium?" asked Von Minden.
But Roger, whose outburst to a stranger had been unprecedented, had nothing more to say on the subject.
"Will your burro eat table sc.r.a.ps?" he inquired.
"Yes, especially bacon rinds. Oh, Peter, come here, liebchen!" he called.
There was a sound of little light footfalls in the sand and Peter"s wise gray face appeared in the doorway.
"Come here, sweetheart." The little burro crowded carefully around the table end until his head rested on Von Minden"s shoulder. One by one, the old prospector handed up the bacon rinds and biscuits to him and Peter chewed sedately, flopping his ears back and forth.
"You are a good little boy. Now run along out," as the last rind disappeared and the burro trotted sedately out to browse industriously among the roots of the cactus.
"He really seems to understand," exclaimed Roger delightedly.
"He _knows_!" cried Von Minden. "And now, tell me about this solar heat.
How are you going to harness it?"
Roger shook his head. "That I won"t tell you now. But if you"ll come back in three months" time, I"ll show you the plant."
"You"re afraid of me, eh? Well, perhaps that"s a good idea. Afraid of me! Afraid of poor old Von Minden! There was a time when--ach!
Well--perhaps you"ll let me have a nap here on a bench. Then Peter and I"ll go on up into the ranges."
"Make yourself at home," replied Roger.
Von Minden stretched his short length on the bench and closed his eyes.