But this yer blank fossiliferous trap, instead o" being superposed on top, is superposed on the bottom. And that means"--
"What?" we all asked eagerly.
"Why--blank it all--that this yer convulsion of nature, this prehistoric volcanic earthquake, instead of acting laterally and chuckin" the stream to one side, has been revolutionary and turned the old river-bed bottom-side up, and yer d--d cement hez got half the globe atop of it! Ye might strike it from China, but nowhere else."
We continued to look at one another, the older members with darkening faces, the younger with a strong inclination to laugh. Captain Jim, who had been concerned only in his friend"s emotion, and who was hanging with undisguised satisfaction on these final convincing proofs of his superior geological knowledge, murmured approvingly and confidingly, "He"s right, boys! Thar ain"t another man livin" ez could give you the law and gospil like that! Ye can tie to what he says. That"s Lacy all over."
Two weeks pa.s.sed. We had gathered, damp and disconsolate, in the only available shelter of the camp. For the long summer had ended unexpectedly to us; we had one day found ourselves caught like the improvident insect of the child"s fable with gauzy and unseasonable wings wet and bedraggled in the first rains, homeless and hopeless. The scientific Lacy, who lately spent most of his time as a bar-room oracle in the settlement, was away, and from our dripping canvas we could see Captain Jim returning from a visit to him, slowly plodding along the trail towards us.
"It"s no use, boys," said Rowley, summarizing the result of our conference, "we must speak out to him, and if n.o.body else cares to do it I will. I don"t know why we should be more mealy-mouthed than they are at the settlement. They don"t hesitate to call Ba.s.sett a dead-beat, whatever Captain Jim says to the contrary."
The unfortunate Captain Jim had halted irresolutely before the gloomy faces in the shelter. Whether he felt instinctively some forewarning of what was coming I cannot say. There was a certain dog-like consciousness in his eye and a half-backward glance over his shoulder as if he were not quite certain that Lacy was not following. The rain had somewhat subdued his characteristic fluffiness, and he cowered with a kind of sleek storm-beaten despondency over the smoking fire of green wood before our tent.
Nevertheless, Rowley opened upon him with a directness and decision that astonished us. He pointed out briefly that Lacy Ba.s.sett had been known to us only through Captain Jim"s introduction. That he had been originally invited there on Captain Jim"s own account, and that his later connection with the company had been wholly the result of Captain Jim"s statements. That, far from being any aid or a.s.sistance to them, Ba.s.sett had beguiled them by apocryphal knowledge and sham scientific theories into an expensive and gigantic piece of folly. That, in addition to this, they had just discovered that he had also been using the credit of the company for his own individual expenses at the settlement while they were working on his d--d fool shaft--all of which had brought them to the verge of bankruptcy. That, as a result, they were forced now to demand his resignation--not only on their general account, but for Captain Jim"s sake--believing firmly, as they did, that he had been as grossly deceived in his friendship for Lacy Ba.s.sett as THEY were in their business relations with him.
Instead of being mollified by this, Captain Jim, to our greater astonishment, suddenly turned upon the speaker, bristling with his old canine suggestion.
"There! I said so! Go on! I"d have sworn to it afore you opened your lips. I knowed it the day you sneaked around and wanted to know wot his business was! I said to myself, Cap, look out for that sneakin"
hound Rowley, he"s no friend o" Lacy"s. And the day Lacy so far demeaned himself as to give ye that splendid explanation o" things, I watched ye; ye didn"t think it, but I watched ye. Ye can"t fool me! I saw ye lookin" at Walker there, and I said to myself, Wot"s the use, Lacy, wot"s the use o" your slingin" them words to such as THEM? Wot do THEY know? It"s just their pure jealousy and ignorance. Ef you"d come down yer, and lazed around with us and fallen into our common ways, you"d ha" been ez good a man ez the next. But no, it ain"t your style, Lacy, you"re accustomed to high-toned men like Professor Parker, and you can"t help showing it. No wonder you took to avoidin" us; no wonder I"ve had to foller you over the Burnt Wood Crossin" time and again, to get to see ye. I see it all now: ye can"t stand the kempany I brought ye to! Ye had to wipe the slum gullion of Eureka Gulch off your hands, Lacy"-- He stopped, gasped for breath, and then lifted his voice more savagely, "And now, what"s this? Wot"s this hogwash? this yer lyin" slander about his gettin" things on the kempany"s credit?
Eh, speak up, some of ye!"
We were so utterly shocked and stupefied at the degradation of this sudden and unexpected outburst from a man usually so honorable, gentle, self-sacrificing, and forgiving, that we forgot the cause of it and could only stare at each other. What was this cheap stranger, with his shallow swindling tricks, to the ign.o.ble change he had worked upon the man before us. Rowley and Walker, both fearless fighters and quick to resent an insult, only averted their saddened faces and turned aside without a word.
"Ye dussen"t say it! Well, hark to me then," he continued with white and feverish lips. "I put him up to helpin" himself. I told him to use the kempany"s name for credit. Ye kin put that down to ME. And when ye talk of HIS resigning, I want ye to understand that I resign outer this rotten kempany and TAKE HIM WITH ME! Ef all the gold yer lookin" for was piled up in that shaft from its bottom in h.e.l.l to its top in the gulch, it ain"t enough to keep me here away from him! Ye kin take all my share--all MY rights yer above ground and below it--all I carry,"--he threw his buckskin purse and revolver on the ground,--"and pay yourselves what you reckon you"ve lost through HIM.
But you and me is quits from to-day."
He strode away before a restraining voice or hand could reach him. His dripping figure seemed to melt into the rain beneath the thickening shadows of the pines, and the next moment he was gone. From that day forward Eureka Gulch knew him no more. And the camp itself somehow melted away during the rainy season, even as he had done.
II.
Three years had pa.s.sed. The pioneer stage-coach was sweeping down the long descent to the pastoral valley of Gilead, and I was looking towards the village with some pardonable interest and anxiety. For I carried in my pocket my letters of promotion from the box seat of the coach--where I had performed the functions of treasure messenger for the Excelsior Express Company--to the resident agency of that company in the bucolic hamlet before me. The few dusty right-angled streets, with their rigid and staringly new shops and dwellings, the stern formality of one or two obelisk-like meeting-house spires, the illimitable outlying plains of wheat and wild oats beyond, with their monotony scarcely broken by skeleton stockades, corrals, and barrack-looking farm buildings, were all certainly unlike the unkempt freedom of the mountain fastnesses in which I had lately lived and moved. Yuba Bill, the driver, whose usual expression of humorous discontent deepened into scorn as he gathered up his reins as if to charge the village and recklessly sweep it from his path, indicated a huge, rambling, obtrusively glazed, and capital-lettered building with a contemptuous flick of his whip as we pa.s.sed. "Ef you"re kalkilatin"
we"ll get our partin" drink there you"re mistaken. That"s wot they call a TEMPERANCE HOUSE--wot means a place where the licker ye get underhand is only a trifle worse than the hash ye get above-board. I suppose it"s part o" one o" the mysteries o" Providence that wharever you find a dusty hole like this--that"s naturally THIRSTY--ye run agin a "temperance" house. But never YOU mind! I shouldn"t wonder if thar was a demijohn o" whiskey in the closet of your back office, kept thar by the feller you"re relievin"--who was a white man and knew the ropes."
A few minutes later, when my brief installation was over, we DID find the demijohn in the place indicated. As Yuba Bill wiped his mouth with the back of his heavy buckskin glove, he turned to me not unkindly. "I don"t like to set ye agin Gile-ad, which is a scrip-too-rural place, and a G.o.d-fearin" place, and a nice dry place, and a place ez I"ve heard tell whar they grow beans and pertatoes and garden sa.s.s; but afore three weeks is over, old pard, you"ll be howlin" to get back on that box seat with me, whar you uster sit, and be ready to take your chances agin, like a little man, to get drilled through with buckshot from road agents. You hear me! I"ll give you three weeks, sonny, just three weeks, to get your butes full o" hayseed and straws in yer har; and I"ll find ye wadin" the North Fork at high water to get out o"
this." He shook my hand with grim tenderness, removing his glove--a rare favor--to give me the pressure of his large, soft, protecting palm, and strode away. The next moment he was shaking the white dust of Gilead from his scornful chariot-wheels.
In the hope of familiarizing myself with the local interests of the community, I took up a copy of the "Gilead Guardian" which lay on my desk, forgetting for the moment the usual custom of the country press to displace local news for long editorials on foreign subjects and national politics. I found, to my disappointment, that the "Guardian"
exhibited more than the usual dearth of domestic intelligence, although it was singularly oracular on "The State of Europe," and "Jeffersonian Democracy." A certain cheap a.s.surance, a copy-book dogmatism, a colloquial familiarity, even in the impersonal plural, and a series of inaccuracies and blunders here and there, struck some old chord in my memory. I was mutely wondering where and when I had become personally familiar with rhetoric like that, when the door of the office opened and a man entered. I was surprised to recognize Captain Jim.
I had not seen him since he had indignantly left us, three years before, in Eureka Gulch. The circ.u.mstances of his defection were certainly not conducive to any voluntary renewal of friendship on either side; and although, even as a former member of the Eureka Mining Company, I was not conscious of retaining any sense of injury, yet the whole occurrence flashed back upon me with awkward distinctness. To my relief, however, he greeted me with his old cordiality; to my amus.e.m.e.nt he added to it a suggestion of the large forgiveness of conscious rect.i.tude and amiable toleration. I thought, however, I detected, as he glanced at the paper which was still in my hand and then back again at my face, the same uneasy canine resemblance I remembered of old. He had changed but little in appearance; perhaps he was a trifle stouter, more mature, and slower in his movements. If I may return to my canine ill.u.s.tration, his grayer, dustier, and more wiry ensemble gave me the impression that certain pastoral and agricultural conditions had varied his type, and he looked more like a shepherd"s dog in whose brown eyes there was an abiding consciousness of the care of straying sheep, and possibly of one black one in particular.
He had, he told me, abandoned mining and taken up farming on a rather large scale. He had prospered. He had other interests at stake, "A flour-mill with some improvements--and--and"--here his eyes wandered to the "Guardian" again, and he asked me somewhat abruptly what I thought of the paper. Something impelled me to restrain my previous fuller criticism, and I contented myself by saying briefly that I thought it rather ambitious for the locality. "That"s the word," he said with a look of gratified relief, ""ambitious"--you"ve just hit it. And what"s the matter with thet? Ye kan"t expect a high-toned man to write down to the level of every karpin" hound, ken ye now? That"s what he says to me"-- He stopped half confused, and then added abruptly: "That"s one o" my investments."
"Why, Captain Jim, I never suspected that you"--
"Oh, I don"t WRITE it," he interrupted hastily. "I only furnish the money and the advertising, and run it gin"rally, you know; and I"m responsible for it. And I select the eddyter--and"--he continued, with a return of the same uneasy wistful look--"thar"s suthin" in thet, you know, eh?"
I was beginning to be perplexed. The memory evoked by the style of the editorial writing and the presence of Captain Jim was a.s.suming a suspicious relationship to each other. "And who"s your editor?" I asked.
"Oh, he"s--he"s--er--Lacy Ba.s.sett," he replied, blinking his eyes with a hopeless a.s.sumption of carelessness. "Let"s see! Oh yes! You knowed Lacy down there at Eureka. I disremembered it till now. Yes, sir!" he repeated suddenly and almost rudely, as if to preclude any adverse criticism, "he"s the eddyter!"
To my surprise he was quite white and tremulous with nervousness. I was very sorry for him, and as I really cared very little for the half-forgotten escapade of his friend except so far as it seemed to render HIM sensitive, I shook his hand again heartily and began to talk of our old life in the gulch--avoiding as far as possible any allusion to Lacy Ba.s.sett. His face brightened; his old simple cordiality and trustfulness returned, but unfortunately with it his old disposition to refer to Ba.s.sett. "Yes, they waz high old times, and ez I waz sayin"
to Lacy on"y yesterday, there is a kind o" freedom "bout that sort o"
life that runs civilization and noospapers mighty hard, however high-toned they is. Not but what Lacy ain"t right," he added quickly, "when he sez that the opposition the "Guardian" gets here comes from ignorant low-down fellers ez wos brought up in played-out camps, and can"t tell a gentleman and a scholar and a scientific man when they sees him. No! So I sez to Lacy, "Never you mind, it"s high time they did, and they"ve got to do it and to swaller the "Guardian," if I sink double the money I"ve already put into the paper.""
I was not long in discovering from other sources that the "Guardian"
was not popular with the more intelligent readers of Gilead, and that Captain Jim"s extravagant estimate of his friend was by no means indorsed by the community. But criticism took a humorous turn even in that practical settlement, and it appeared that Lacy Ba.s.sett"s vanity, a.s.sumption, and ignorance were an unfailing and weekly joy to the critical, in spite of the vague distrust they induced in the more homely-witted, and the dull acquiescence of that minority who accepted the paper for its respectable exterior and advertis.e.m.e.nts. I was somewhat grieved, however, to find that Captain Jim shared equally with his friend in this general verdict of incompetency, and that some of the most outrageous blunders were put down to HIM. But I was not prepared to believe that Lacy had directly or by innuendo helped the public to this opinion.
Whether through accident or design on his part, Lacy Ba.s.sett did not personally obtrude himself upon my remembrance until a month later.
One dazzling afternoon, when the dust and heat had driven the pride of Gilead"s manhood into the surrept.i.tious shadows of the temperance hotel"s back room, and had even cleared the express office of its loungers, and left me alone with darkened windows in the private office, the outer door opened and Captain Jim"s friend entered as part of that garish glitter I had shut out. To do the scamp strict justice, however, he was somewhat subdued in his dress and manner, and, possibly through some gentle chastening of epigram and revolver since I had seen him last, was less aggressive and exaggerated. I had the impression, from certain odors wafted through the apartment and a peculiar physical exaltation that was inconsistent with his evident moral hesitancy, that he had prepared himself for the interview by a previous visit to the hidden fountains of the temperance hotel.
"We don"t seem to have run agin each other since you"ve been here," he said with an a.s.surance that was nevertheless a trifle forced "but I reckon we"re both busy men, and there"s a heap too much loafing goin"
on in Gilead. Captain Jim told me he met you the day you arrived; said you just cottoned to the "Guardian" at once and thought it a deal too good for Gilead; eh? Oh, well, jest ez likely he DIDN"T say it--it was only his ga.s.sin". He"s a queer man--is Captain Jim."
I replied somewhat sharply that I considered him a very honest man, a very simple man, and a very loyal man.
"That"s all very well," said Ba.s.sett, twirling his cane with a patronizing smile, "but, as his friend, don"t you find him considerable of a darned fool?"
I could not help retorting that I thought HE had found that hardly an objection.
"YOU think so," he said querulously, apparently ignoring everything but the practical fact,--"and maybe others do; but that"s where you"re mistaken. It don"t pay. It may pay HIM to be runnin" me as his particular friend, to be quotin" me here and there, to be gettin"
credit of knowin" me and my friends and ownin" me--by Gosh! but I don"t see where the benefit to ME comes in. Eh? Take your own case down there at Eureka Gulch; didn"t he send for me just to show me up to you fellers? Did I want to have anything to do with the Eureka Company?
Didn"t he set me up to give my opinion about that shaft just to show off what I knew about science and all that? And what did he get me to join the company for? Was it for you? No! Was it for me? No! It was just to keep me there for HIMSELF, and kinder pit me agin you fellers and crow over you! Now that ain"t my style! It may be HIS--it may be honest and simple and loyal, as you say, and it may be all right for him to get me to run up accounts at the settlement and then throw off on me--but it ain"t my style. I suppose he let on that I did that.
No? He didn"t? Well then, why did he want to run me off with him, and out the whole concern in an underhand way and make me leave with nary a character behind me, eh? Now, I never said anything about this before--did I? It ain"t like me. I wouldn"t have said anything about it now, only you talked about MY being benefited by his darned foolishness. Much I"ve made outer HIM."
Despicable, false, and disloyal as this was, perhaps it was the crowning meanness of such confidences that his very weakness seemed only a reflection of Captain Jim"s own, and appeared in some strange way to degrade his friend as much as himself. The simplicity of his vanity and selfishness was only equalled by the simplicity of Captain Jim"s admiration of it. It was a part of my youthful inexperience of humanity that I was not above the common fallacy of believing that a man is "known by the company he keeps," and that he is in a manner responsible for its weakness; it was a part of that humanity that I felt no surprise in being more amused than shocked by this revelation.
It seemed a good joke on Captain Jim!
"Of course YOU kin laugh at his darned foolishness; but, by Gosh, it ain"t a laughing matter to me!"
"But surely he"s given you a good position on the "Guardian,"" I urged.
"That was disinterested, certainly."
"Was it? I call that the cheekiest thing yet. When he found he couldn"t make enough of me in private life, he totes me out in public as HIS editor--the man who runs HIS paper! And has his name in print as the proprietor, the only chance he"d ever get of being before the public. And don"t know the whole town is laughing at him!"
"That may be because they think HE writes some of the articles," I suggested.
Again the insinuation glanced harmlessly from his vanity. "That couldn"t be, because I do all the work, and it ain"t his style," he said with naive discontent. "And it"s always the highest style, done to please him, though between you and me it"s sorter castin" pearls before swine--this "Frisco editing--and the public would be just as satisfied with anything I could rattle off that was peart and sa.s.sy,--something spicy or personal. I"m willing to climb down and do it, for there"s nothin" stuck-up about me, you know; but that darned fool Captain Jim has got the big head about the style of the paper, and darned if I don"t think he"s afraid if there"s a lettin" down, people may think it"s him! Ez if! Why, you know as well as me that there"s a sort of snap I could give these things that would show it was me and no slouch did them, in a minute."
I had my doubts about the elegance or playfulness of Mr. Ba.s.sett"s trifling, but from some paragraphs that appeared in the next issue of the "Guardian" I judged that he had won over Captain Jim--if indeed that gentleman"s alleged objections were not entirely the outcome of Ba.s.sett"s fancy. The social paragraphs themselves were clumsy and vulgar. A dull-witted account of a select party at Parson Baxter"s, with a point-blank compliment to Polly Baxter his daughter, might have made her pretty cheek burn but for her evident prepossession for the meretricious scamp, its writer. But even this horse-play seemed more natural than the utterly artificial editorials with their pinchbeck glitter and cheap erudition; and thus far it appeared harmless.
I grieve to say that these appearances were deceptive. One afternoon, as I was returning from a business visit to the outskirts of the village, I was amazed on reentering the main street to find a crowd collected around the "Guardian" office, gazing at the broken gla.s.s of its windows and a quant.i.ty of type scattered on the ground. But my attention was at that moment more urgently attracted by a similar group around my own office, who, however, seemed more cautious, and were holding timorously aloof from the entrance. As I ran rapidly towards them, a few called out, "Look out--he"s in there!" while others made way to let me pa.s.s. With the impression of fire or robbery in my mind, I entered precipitately, only to find Yuba Bill calmly leaning back in an arm-chair with his feet on the back of another, a gla.s.s of whiskey from my demijohn in one hand and a huge cigar in his mouth. Across his lap lay a stumpy shotgun which I at once recognized as "the Left Bower," whose usual place was at his feet on the box during his journeys. He looked cool and collected, although there were one or two splashes of printer"s ink on his shirt and trousers, and from the appearance of my lavatory and towel he had evidently been removing similar stains from his hands. Putting his gun aside and grasping my hand warmly without rising, he began with even more than his usual lazy imperturbability:
"Well, how"s Gilead lookin" to-day?"
It struck me as looking rather disturbed, but, as I was still too bewildered to reply, he continued lazily:
"Ez you didn"t hunt me up, I allowed you might hev got kinder petrified and dried up down yer, and I reckoned to run down and rattle round a bit and make things lively for ye. I"ve jist cleared out a newspaper office over thar. They call it the "Guardi-an," though it didn"t seem to offer much pertection to them fellers ez was in it. In fact, it wasn"t ez much a fight ez it orter hev been. It was rather monotonous for me."