"Well, I dunno. It "ud have to be something pretty rich."
"Bill," said Van, "you"re going to stand in and work with me as you haven"t worked for a year. It"s going to be worth it. Opal McCoppet, and one Searle Bostwick, of New York, have stolen my claim by corrupting Lawrence for twenty thousand dollars, running a false reservation line, and maybe putting Culver out of the way because he was square in his business."
Christler paused in the act of biting his cracker.
"What!"
"There"s going to be something doing, Bill," Van added, leaning forward on the table. "I"m going to round up all this gang to-day if it kills you to keep on the trail."
Christler still sat staring.
"By the Lord Harry!" he said. "By the Lord--but, Van, I didn"t come home to rest. I"ve got Barger going, somewhere, shot to a sieve. But he"s some disappeared. If that ain"t just my luck! I"m goin" to git him though, you bet! Lord!--my pride--my profession pride--not to mention that little old reward! I admit I want that money, Van. I reckon I"ve pretty near----"
"Yes, you"ve earned it," Van interrupted. "I"m going to see that you get it. Bill, but first you get busy with me."
"You"ll see that I get----" Christler put the cracker in his mouth.
"Don"t talk to a genuine friend like that. I"m tired already."
"Are you?" said Van. "Let"s see. Barger is here--in camp."
Up shot the sheriff as if from the force of a blast.
"What!" he shrilled. "Barger! Van, I"ll----"
Van grinned.
"Don"t forget you"re tired, Bill. Matt won"t get away."
"Good Lord, boy--tell me where"s he at!" cried Christler, dancing on the floor as he strapped his guns upon him. "Me a-thinkin" I had shot him up and all this time----"
"You shot him enough, poor devil," Van interrupted quietly. "He"s dead in my tent on the hill."
The sheriff paused with one hand held in the air.
"Dead! Crawled all the way to Goldite!" He started for the door.
"Hold on," said the horseman, blocking his path. "I told you Matt can"t get away. We"re going out to get Lawrence first, and then McCoppet and his friend."
CHAPTER XLIV
THE ENGINES OF CLIMAX
McCoppet was in town. He had come to camp at midnight of the previous day, duly followed by his friend Larry Trimmer. The lumberman had waxed impatient. Fully two thousand dollars of the money he had "earned" was still unpaid--and hard to get. He had gone to the "Laughing Water" claim, in vain, and a surly heat was rising in his veins.
Bostwick was due, in his car, at nine o"clock, His visit to Goldite was not entirely one of business. He had grown alarmed at the lack of news from Beth. His letters had been ignored. He not only feared for the fate of his affairs of the heart, but perhaps even more for what she might have done with respect to the money she had asked him to return, a very small proportion of which he was now prepared to repay.
Meantime, Beth, her brother, and Pratt had gratified their most crying needs on Algy"s cooking, much to that worthy Celestial"s delight.
There were two things Beth intended to perform: report the results of her labors to Van, and attack Mr. Lawrence in his den.
Precisely what she meant to say or do to the Government representative she did not or could not determine. Some vague idea of making him confess to an infamy practiced at Bostwick"s instance was the most she had in mind. If half the success already achieved could be expected here, she would have a report worth while to make when Van should be presently encountered.
Impetuous, eager to hasten with her work, she insisted upon an immediate advance. Glenmore readily supported her position. Pratt developed shyness. His forte was hiking over desert hills, lugging a transit, running lines or levels; he felt out of place as a fighter, or even an accuser. Nevertheless, he went, for Beth insisted.
Already the streets were crowded full of life, as the three proceeded down the thoroughfare. A mining-camp is a restless thing; its peoples live in the streets. Freight teams, flowing currents of men, chains of dusty mules, disordered cargoes on the sidewalks, and a couple of automobiles were glaringly cut out from their shadows, as the sunlight poured upon them. Sunlight and motion, false-fronted buildings, tents, and mountains, and fever--that is the camp on the desert.
With excitement increasing upon her at every step, Beth glanced at the crowds in a rapid search for Van. He was not to be seen. In all the throng, where old men and youths, pale and swarthy, lazy and alert were circulating like the blood of Goldite"s arteries, there was not a face that she knew.
They came to the office where Lawrence presided just as a stranger was departing, Lawrence was alone. He occupied the inner apartment, as Culver had done, but the door was standing open.
It was Beth who knocked and entered first as the man called out his invitation. She had never in her life appeared more beautiful. Color was flaming in her cheeks as on a rose. Her eyes were exceptionally bright and brown. The exquisite coral of her lips was delicately tremulous with all her short, quick breathing.
Lawrence arose, as she and the others appeared in the door, and removed his hat. He was a short, florid person, with a beard of fiery red.
His eyes were of the lightest gray; and they were shifting.
"Good-morning," he said, in undisguised astonishment, beholding Beth.
"You--pardon me--you----"
"Good-morning," Beth replied faintly. "We called--are you Mr.
Lawrence?"
"At your service." Lawrence bowed. "I rarely expect--in my line of work--my business. Miss--Miss----"
"Miss Kent," said Glenmore, interrupting. "And my name is Kent. I suppose you"re wise to Mr. Pratt."
Lawrence continued to bow.
"I"m very happy to--how are you, Pratt? How are you? Won"t you have a chair, Miss Kent?"
Pratt nodded and murmured a greeting. He was decidedly uneasy.
Beth always moved by impulse. It hastened her now to the issue. She sat down and faced their man.
"Mr. Lawrence," she said, "I believe you ran the reservation line, not long ago, and gave Mr. Bostwick and a friend of his the "Laughing Water" claim."
Lawrence looked alive.
"I certainly ran the line," he said. "Instructions came from--from headquarters, to ascertain the precise limitations of the reservation.
The _results_ gave the "Laughing Water" claim to its present owners, by right of prior location, after the opening hour, as the claim was included in the tract." He had uttered this speech before. It fell very glibly from his tongue.
"Yes, we know all that--so far as it"s true," said Beth with startling candor, "but we know it isn"t true at all, and you"ve got to confess that you made some ridiculous blunder or else that you were bribed."
She had not intended to plump it out so bluntly, so baldly, but a certain indignation in her breast had been rapidly increasing, and her impulse was not to be stayed.
"Gee!" murmured Glen, "that"s going some!"
Lawrence turned white, whether with anger or fright could not have been determined.