There was a roar of laughter at the sally, and Jim was called upon for a second song. Modestly enough he gave it too; for such open praise as had been bestowed upon him is not always good for a lad of his age, and might well be expected to turn the heads of many. Our hero had his failings without doubt, and we should not be recording truly if we did not allow the fact, but a swelled head was not one of the ailments he was wont to suffer from. So far his friends and acquaintances had never known Jim Partington to be too big for the boots he stood up in.
"Which is jest one of the things that made me take to him right away from the first," said Phineas, when discussing the matter that same evening with the police officer who had been in command of the launch expedition. "He ain"t b.u.mptious, Major. He"s jest a lively young fellow, full of sense and grit, and I tell you, if there"s one lad here in the zone who"s made up his mind to make a job of the ca.n.a.l, it"s Jim. He"s fixed it that he"s going to rise in the world, and if nothing unforeseen happens we shall find him well up the ladder one of these days, and making a fine living."
They called Jim over to them, where they were seated at a small table in one corner, and at once the Major gripped our hero"s hand, while he acknowledged that he felt wonderfully better. His head was heavily bandaged, for the bullet which had struck him had caused a nasty gash in the scalp.
"Not that it did any great harm," laughed the Major. "They tell me that there was tremendous swelling at first, but the blood which escaped from the wound brought that down wonderfully; but I admit that at first I felt that my head was as big as a pumpkin. How"s your own wound?"
Jim had forgotten all about it, though on his arrival that morning he had taken the precaution to have it dressed. But it was already partially healed, and caused him not the slightest inconvenience.
"I think I had the best of the matter altogether," he answered, "for though up there on the river I was unable to distinguish the man who began all this business by firing at me, yet both were hit, and I fancy pretty badly."
"You can count them as almost wiped out completely," agreed the Major.
"But I have serious news to give you regarding the other three. During our absence Jaime de Oteros and his comrades broke out of prison and made good their escape. The scoundrels are once more free to carry on any form of rascality. Of course I have sent trackers after them; but the latest news is that they have disappeared into the bush, and pursuit there is almost hopeless. I own I"m vexed, for there is never any knowing what such men may be up to. A Spaniard with a grudge to work off is always a dangerous individual."
The information of the escape of the prisoners was indeed of the most serious moment, and Jim and his friends were yet to learn the truth of the words that the Major had spoken. For Jaime de Oteros had indeed a grudge, and with all the unreasonableness of men of his violent disposition he had already determined in his own mind that our hero Jim was the cause of all his troubles. He brushed aside the fact that one of his ruffianly comrades had most deliberately attempted murder, and that the effort made to capture the offender was but a natural reprisal. That effort had led to the discovery of the gang and its break-up, and in Jaime"s eyes our hero was the culprit. He swore as he lay in prison to take vengeance upon him, while he did not forget his animosity towards the police officials.
"I tell you," he cried fiercely, once he had contrived to break out of the prison, "I don"t move away from these parts till I"ve killed that young pup, while as to these others, these Americans, I"ll do them an injury, see if I don"t. I"ll wreck some of the work they"re doing; break up the job they"re so precious proud of."
Meanwhile Jim had many other things to think of, and very promptly forgot all about the miscreants. He sauntered back to the house with Phineas, and on the following morning boarded a motor-driven inspector"s car running on the isthmian railway.
"We"ll just hop along first to Gorgona," said Phineas. "And on the way we"ll take a look at the valley of the Chagres River. You"ve got to understand that right here at Gatun, where we"re building the dam, and where the river escapes between the hills which block this end of the valley, we shall have the end of the lake we"re going to form. For the most part the valley is nice and broad, running pretty nigh north and south. This track we"re on will be covered with water, so that gangs of men are already at work fixing the track elsewhere on higher ground. But I want to speak of this valley. It runs clear south to Obispo, where there is hilly ground dividing it from the valley of the Rio Grande, and there, at Culebra, which is on the hill, we"re up against one of the biggest jobs of this undertaking. You see, it"s like this: from Gatun to Obispo we follow a route running almost due south, with the Chagres River alongside us all the way; but at Obispo, which I ought to have said is just twenty-six miles from the head of Limon Bay, the Chagres River changes its course very abruptly, and if followed towards its source is found to be confined within a narrow valley through which it runs with greater speed, and in a north-easterly direction. Now, see here, to figure this matter out correctly let"s stand up in this car.
There"s the track running way ahead of us through the Chagres valley in a direction I described as southerly, though to be correct it is south-westerly. Dead behind us is Limon Bay; right ahead is Panama. I"ve given you an idea of the works we"re carrying out at this end--first dredging Limon Bay for 4-1/2 miles, then ca.n.a.l cutting for say another 4 miles. There you get three tiers of double locks, and the Gatun dam that"s going to fill in the end of this valley, and give us a lake which will spread over an area of no fewer than 164 square miles, and which will fill the valley right away up to Obispo, where the Chagres River, coming from a higher elevation, will pour into it."
"And then," demanded Jim, beginning, now that he was actually in the valley, to obtain a better conception of the plan of this huge American undertaking. "I can see how you will bring your ships to the Gatun locks, and how you will float them into the lake. I take it that there will be water enough for them to steam up to Obispo. After that, you still have to reach Panama."
"Gee! I should say we had. But listen here. Taking this line, with Panama dead south-west of us, we come at Obispo to a point where the designers of the ca.n.a.l had two alternatives. The first was to cut up north-west, still following the Chagres valley where it has become very narrow, and so round by a devious route to Panama. That meant sharp bends in the ca.n.a.l, which ain"t good when you"ve got big ships to deal with, and besides a probable increase in the cost and in the time required to complete the undertaking."
"And the second?" demanded Jim.
"The second alternative was to cut clear through the dividing ridge which runs up at Obispo some 300 feet above sea level. Following that route for 9 miles in the direction of Panama you come to the alluvial plain of the Rio Grande, and from thence to the sea in another 6 miles.
Forty-one miles from sh.o.r.e to sh.o.r.e you can call it, and, with the dredging we have to do at either end, a grand total of 50 miles. But we"ll leave this Culebra cutting till we reach it. Sonny, you can get right along with the car."
Jim would have been a very extraordinary mortal if he had not been vastly interested in all that he saw from his seat in the rail motor car. To begin with, it was a delightfully bright day, with a clear sky overhead and a warm sun suspended in it. Hills lay on either hand, their steep sides clothed with luxuriant verdure, while farther away was a dark background of jungle, that forbidding tropical growth with which he had now become familiar. On his right flowed the Chagres River, winding hither and thither, and receiving presently a tributary, the Rio Trinidad. Along the line there were gangs of men at work here and there laying the new tracks for the railway, while, when they had progressed on their journey, and were nearer Obispo, his keen eyes discovered other subjects for observation. There were a number of broken-down trucks beside the railway, which were almost covered by vegetation, while near at hand on the banks of the river a huge, unwieldy boat seemed to have taken root, and, like the trucks, was surrounded by tropical growth.
"Queer, ain"t they?" remarked Phineas. "Guess you"re wondering what they are."
"Reckon it"s plant brought out here at the very beginning of this work, and sc.r.a.pped because it was found to be unsatisfactory."
"Wrong," declared Phineas promptly. "Young man, those trucks were made by the Frenchmen. That boat is a dredger which was laid up before you were born, and was built by the same people."
The information caused our hero to open his eyes very wide, for he, like many another individual, had never heard of the French nation in connection with the isthmus of Panama; or if he had, had entirely forgotten the matter. But to a man like Phineas, with all his keenness in the work in which he was taking no unimportant part, it was not remarkable that French efforts on the isthmus were a matter of historical interest to him.
"A man likes to know the ins and outs of the whole affair," he observed slowly, as they trundled along on the car. "There"s thousands, I should say, who don"t even know why we have decided to build this ca.n.a.l, and thousands more who don"t rightly guess what we"re going to do with it when it"s finished. But Columbus, when he discovered the Bay of Limon round about the year 1497, thought that he had found a short cut across to the East Indies. He didn"t cotton to the fact that the isthmus stretches unbroken between the two Americas, and only came to believe that fact when his boats came to a dead end in the bay he had discovered. Cortes sought for a waterway at Mexico, while others hunted round for a channel along the River St. Lawrence, and all with the one idea of making a short pa.s.sage to the East Indies.
"Then the Straits of Magellan were discovered, while some of those bold Spaniards clambered across the isthmus and set eyes upon the Pacific Ocean. You know what happened? Guess they built and launched ships at Panama, and the conquest of Peru was undertaken, and following it gold and jewels in plenty were brought by mule train from the Pacific to the Atlantic, across from Panama to Colon. So great was the traffic that even in the days of Charles V of Spain the question of an isthmian ca.n.a.l was mooted; for, recollect, Spain drew riches from the Indies as well as from Peru. And now we come to the nineteenth century. America badly wanted an isthmian crossing which would bring her western ports closer to those on the east, and vice versa. A railway seemed to be the only feasible method, and we tackled the job splendidly. That railway was completed in 1855, in spite of an awful climate, and guess it filled the purpose nicely. Just hereabouts came our war, North against South, and, as you can readily understand, there wasn"t much chance of ca.n.a.l building.
"Now we come to the Frenchmen, to Ferdinand de Lesseps," said Phineas, pointing out another group of derelict trucks to our hero. "You want to bear in mind that the question of an isthmian ca.n.a.l was always in the air, always attracting the attention of engineering people. Well, de Lesseps had just completed the Suez Ca.n.a.l, connecting the east with the west, and guess he cast his eye round for new fields to conquer. He floated a company in France, and raised a large sum of money. Then he bought out the Isthmian Railway for twenty-five and a half million dollars. You see, he knew that a railway was wanted to carry his plant, and I guess that the fact of having that railway made him decide to build his ca.n.a.l across where we are working. But there was mismanagement. De Lesseps, like many another man, had been spoiled by success, and had lost his usual good judgment. His expenses were awful, and finally, when the money ran out, his company abandoned the undertaking. In eight years he had spent more than three times the amount for the Suez Ca.n.a.l, and had got through some three hundred million dollars. He and his staff left behind them the trucks you see, besides a large amount of other machinery. At this day there"s many a French locomotive pulling our dirt trains right here in the Culebra cutting, while his folks set their mark on the soil. They, too, started to cut through at Culebra, and in those eight years did real honest work. But shortage of money ended their labours, and, as I"ve said, they"ve left behind these marks of their presence, with rows and rows of graves over at Ancon; for fever played fearful havoc with the workmen.
Yes, it was that which gave America her warning, and set our medical folk at work to tidy up this zone and sweep it clear of mosquitoes and fever."
It was all very interesting, and Jim listened most attentively, though, to be sure, every now and then his mind was distracted for a brief instant by some new object to right or left of the line; while from the very beginning the desire to ask one question and to receive information in reply had been present.
"That tale of the French is new to me," he said, "and I hadn"t the faintest idea that a ca.n.a.l had been previously attempted. You"ve said that Spain desired one by means of which to reach the East Indies and so save the long trip round by the Straits of Magellan; how does America stand when all"s finished?"
The fingers of Phineas"s only usable hand were clenched instantly. Was it likely that a man such as he, who had counted the cost of the undertaking, and knew something of its vastness, would not also have counted the gain?
"What do we get when all"s ended?" he cried eagerly. "Guess for that you require a map by rights, though I can tell you something from memory. To begin with, take New York as our important eastern port, and San Francisco as that on the west coast. Of course I know that we have an inter-oceanic railway. But if goods in bulk were shipped, the boat would have to steam right away south, round by Cape Horn and the Straits of Magellan. The Oregon, one of our best battleships, was lying away up in the Pacific when our war with Spain began. She had to steam more than 13,000 miles to reach Key West, and guess a ship wants overhauling after such a long journey, putting aside the risks she ran of capture _en route_, owing to her isolation. Well now, this isthmian ca.n.a.l will knock the better part of 9000 miles off the route from New York to San Francisco. The English doing business with our firms in that port will have a journey less by 6000 miles, while New York will be closer to the ports of South America by a good 5000 miles. It"ll be a shorter journey from j.a.pan or Australia to New York than it is to-day to Liverpool, while there"s scarcely a trip from east to west that won"t be helped by this ca.n.a.l we"re building. Just think of it, Jim! Where this trolley"s running there"ll be, one of these days, deep water, with bigger ships floating in it than you can dream of now. You and I will have helped to bring about that matter. When we"re old we"ll be able to tell the youngsters all about it; for America will know then that she owns something valuable. Her people will have had time to grasp its full significance, and guess then the question will not be, as now, "Where is the Panama Ca.n.a.l? What are our folks doing?" but "How was America"s great triumph accomplished?" My! Ain"t I been ga.s.sing? Why, there"s Gorgona. Hollo, sonny! Pull her up."
They descended from the car promptly, and made for the huge sheds where one portion of the engineering staff undertook the upkeep of the machinery engaged along the whole line of the ca.n.a.l. The friendly official was waiting for them, and very soon Jim"s eyes were bulging wide with delight at the sight of the motor drill he was to manage.
CHAPTER XIII
Hustle the Order of the Day
Never in the whole course of his short existence had Jim come upon such a busy scene as he encountered, when Phineas Barton at length contrived to drag the eager young fellow away from the engineering shops at Gorgona.
"My!" cried Phineas, simulating a snort of indignation; "I never did come across such a curious chap in all my born days. I began to think that you"d stick in the place, grow to it as the saying is. But there, I don"t blame any youngster for liking a big works same as this. There"s so much to see, huge lathes and planing machines running and doing their work as if they were alive and thinking things out. Steam-hammers thudding down on ma.s.ses of red-hot metal, giving a blow that would crack a house and smash it to pieces, or one that would as easily fracture a nut. Then there are the furnaces and the foundry: guess all that"s interesting. But you"ve got more to see; it"s time we made way up for Culebra. Look here, boy, set her going, and mind you watch the spoil trains."
The precaution and the warning were necessary, for the double track of the Panama railway at this point was much occupied by the long trains of cars filled with earth coming from the trench that was being cut through the high ground just ahead. It was not until they actually reached the neighbourhood of Culebra, which may be said to occupy a place in the centre of the gigantic cut, that Jim gathered a full impression of the work, or the reason for so many freight cars. But it was true enough that the driver of the motor truck had to keep his wits about him to escape collision; for every three minutes a spoil train came along, dragged perhaps by a locomotive made at Gorgona, or by one imported by the French, and of Belgian manufacture. Every three minutes, on the average, a train came puffing down the incline from Culebra, and nothing was allowed to delay it. In consequence, the motor inspection car on which Phineas and his young friend were journeying was compelled at times to beat a hasty retreat, or to go ahead at full power before an advancing empty train--returning from the great dam at Gatun, where it had deposited its load--till it arrived at a point where a switch was located. There was nearly always a man there, and promptly the car was sidetracked.
"It"s the only way to do the business," explained Phineas. "The getting away of those spoil trains means the success of our working. If they don"t get clear, so as to be back at the earliest moment, there"s going to be any number of steam diggers thrown out of work; for it"s no use shovelling dirt if there aren"t cars to load the stuff in. If there"s a breakdown with one of the cars, guess the whole labour force is pushed on to it, so as to get the lines clear. Telephone wires run up and down the line, and a breakdown is at once reported. But we"re just entering the cut, and in a little while you"ll be able to see and understand everything."
To be accurate, it took our hero quite a little while to grasp the significance of all that he saw, for the Culebra cut extends through nine miles of rocky soil, and at the period of his inspection it had already bitten deep into the hilly ground which barred the onward progress of the ca.n.a.l at Obispo. One ought to say, in an endeavour to give facts accurately, that this ma.s.s of material forms the southern boundary of the huge Chagres valley which, when the works are completed, will be flooded with water. It bars all exit there, though by turning sharply to the left one may follow the course of the river through a narrow, ascending valley. However, the scheme of the undertaking required that there should be no sharp bends, and in consequence the host of workers were toiling to cut a gigantic trench, of great width and enormous depth, right through this hilly ground. What Jim saw was somewhat similar to the works below Gatun, at the Colon end of the ca.n.a.l, but vastly magnified. There were the same terraces, with tracks of rails laid, bearing an endless procession of spoil trains and numbers of steam diggers. There was the same pilot cut in the very centre, from which the terraces ascended step by step, as if they were portions of another Egyptian pyramid. But there comparisons ceased. This huge ditch extended for nine miles, and throughout its length presented an army of toilers, any number of dirt trains, and a constant succession of white steam billows, at various elevations, pointing to the places where the hundred-ton diggers were at work.
"You have to get right on the spot to see what"s happening," said Phineas, looking proudly about him. "You can see for yourself now that it means everything to us to get rid of the dirt as quickly as possible, and everything to have spare trains ready to fill the place of those taking the spoil away. This concern is simply a question of dirt, and of how rapidly we can shift it. If I was the President of the Republic of the United States himself I should have to look lively all the same, and dodge about so as not to get in the way of the dirt trains. But we"ll get out here and climb; I"ll show you a thing or two."
He chuckled at the prospect before him, for to expatiate on the ca.n.a.l works to a keen young fellow, such as Jim undoubtedly was, was the height of enjoyment to the energetic official. Their car was switched on to a side track at once, and, descending from it, the two clambered up the scarped side of the trench till they were on the summit of the rocky ground. Then it was possible to obtain a bird"s-eye view of the whole cut, and to appreciate its vastness. Jim noticed that the path he had clambered by shelved rather gently, while elsewhere the bank of the trench was steeply scarped, and at once drew Phineas"s attention to the matter.
"You don"t miss much, siree," came the answer. "We"ve come face up against more than one tough job "way up here at Culebra, and the question of the slope of our banks is one. You see, this trench will be mighty deep, and if we were to cut the sides perpendicular they would soon fall in. Most of the stuff"s rock, of course, but it"s queer rock at that. It"s soft, weathers quickly, and becomes easily friable when water has got to it. So we"ve had to spread the banks wide, and make the slope easy, except where the rock"s harder and allows a steeper slope.
Now, guess we"re near about the centre of the cut. You"ve seen what"s happening to the north. Dirt trains run down the incline, enter the tracks of the Panama Railway, and run 26 miles to the dam at Gatun.
South of us the tracks fall to the plain of the Rio Grande, and the spoil trains run down and dump their stuff on either side of the line the ca.n.a.l will take. You"ve got to remember that this trench is "way up above tide level; so at the end of the cut, at Pedro Miguel, there is to be a lock, or, rather, a double lock--one for a vessel going north and one for a ship coming south. A matter of a mile farther along there is another lock--the Milaflores lock--double, like the last, but with two tiers. It will let our ships down into the Pacific. But you"ve got to remember that there is a tide in that ocean, so the lift of the Milaflores lower lock will be variable. Now, lad, come and see the rock drills."
They descended into the bottom of the trench again, Phineas explaining that when it was completed there would be a bottom width of 200 feet, ample to allow the pa.s.sing of two enormous ships.
"Guess it"s the narrowest part of the ca.n.a.l," he said, "though no one would call it narrow; but it"s through hard rock, which is some excuse, and then this narrowest part happens to be dead straight. North of us the cut widens at the bottom to 300 feet, while elsewhere, outside the cut, the minimum width is 500 feet. You"ve got to bear in mind that I"m talking of bottom widths. Recollect that the banks slope outwards fairly gently, and you can appreciate the fact that the surface width of the ca.n.a.l stream will make a stranger open his eyes. Ah, here"s a drill!
This is the sort of thing you"ll be doing."
To the novice the machine to which Phineas had drawn attention was indeed somewhat curious. It looked for all the world like an overgrown motor car, constructed by an amateur engineer in his own workshop, and out of any parts he happened to have by him; for it ran on four iron wheels with flat tyres, and bore at the back the conventional boiler and smokestack. In front it carried a post, erected to some height, and stayed with two stout metal rods from the rear. The remainder of the machine consisted of the engine and driving gear which operated the drills.
"It"ll get through solid rock at a pace that will make you stare,"
declared Phineas, "though our friend at Gorgona believes that this new model that you"re to run will do even better. But you can see what happens; these drills get to work where the diggers will follow. They drill right down, 30 feet perhaps, and then get along to another site.
The powder men then come along, put their shot in position, place their fuse, wire it so that a current can be sent along to the fuse, and then get along to another drill hole. At sunset, when all the men have cleared, the shots are fired, and next morning there"s loose dirt enough to keep the diggers busy. Guess you"ll be put to work with one of these drillers, so as to learn a bit. You can"t expect to handle a machine unless you know what"s required of you."
The following morning, in fact, found our hero dressed in his working clothes, a.s.sisting a man in the management of one of the rock drills. He had risen at the first streak of dawn, and after breakfasting, had clambered aboard an empty dirt train making for Culebra.
"Yer know how to fire a furnace?" asked the man who was to instruct him.