"Ninety days! We can"t do a year"s work in ninety days, and in winter time at that!" Lee cried.
"Of course not," was the answer. "But it gives you time to argue with "em and fight this thing. My advice is to go see this Board at once.
Maybe if you explain the situation, they"ll call off this fellow Rodriguez."
Bryant, however, remained depressed. Clearly the officials had no liberty of action in the matter.
"I don"t know that it will do any good," he said, "but it"s all that"s left to do. Pack your grip, Pat; I want you to go with me. Leave Morgan in charge. Can you start in half an hour?"
The ride to Kennard was made at high speed, and on the way the men did little talking. Both wanted to weigh the disaster confronting the project. In town they sought out McDonnell, who promised to have his attorney go into the matter at once and who appeared very grave at the news. Then they returned to the hotel to await their train.
Here Lee was surprised to encounter Ruth in company of Gretzinger, Charlie Menocal, and a Kennard girl with whom he was not acquainted.
Ruth and Imogene, he learned, had come down the day before with the New Yorker and were staying at the McDonnell home.
"We"re just roaming around and amusing ourselves," Ruth said, slipping her arm within Lee"s. "Come on and join us."
Lee smilingly shook his head.
"Can"t possibly do it," said he. "I"m leaving for the capital soon."
Ruth drew him aside.
"But give me ten minutes of your time before you go, will you, dear?"
she asked. "Come, we can go into one of the parlours where we"ll be alone." And when they were seated there, she continued, "I know why you"re going to Santa Fe. Charlie said he understood you were involved in some new legal trouble and that you might lose your whole project.
Mr. Gretzinger laughed at him and so did I, for we knew it couldn"t be true. But it"s bothering you, I see; your face is anxious. I hope you"ll clear up the horrid matter, whatever it is, while you"re gone."
Then after a pause, she remarked, "Perhaps Mr. Gretzinger could be of a.s.sistance to you."
"Not in this matter," said Lee.
"He has a great deal of influence, especially in the East."
"But this is the West--and I don"t care much for Gretzinger, besides,"
he stated.
"So he says. More than once he has wished you would be more friendly.
Isn"t it a little inconsiderate of you, Lee, to hold him off at arm"s length, especially when he"s here as representative of the bondholders? He has a vital interest in the ca.n.a.l and its success.
Really, I think he might be of great help if you"d permit. And it would be of great advantage to us in the future, his friendship and that of the men behind him, for they are wealthy and influential.
That"s one reason why you ought to cultivate him, Lee."
"Go on," said he, as she paused.
"Well, I thought we should discuss the matter. I"m of the opinion that you misunderstand him. You"ll not deny that he"s a man of ability."
"No--though I know little of him."
"He is, though, Lee. And an engineer of high standing, too, and of experience. Wouldn"t it be wise to consult him a little more than you do? He has talked to me at times about the project and has, I believe, ideas you could use. For instance, he says that if you made certain changes in the ca.n.a.l there would be a considerable saving of money, by which the stockholders would benefit, you among them. He says that if in certain places wood were used instead of concrete it would mean thousands of dollars in your pocket."
"It would, but it would also endanger the ca.n.a.l."
"Mr. Gretzinger said you a.s.serted that as your reason," she proceeded, "but he claims there"s no more prospect of danger from that source than from a fly. And anyway, isn"t it a matter that concerns only the buyers afterward? He says so. I don"t know much about such matters, of course, but you really must look after your own best interest first--and mine. I say mine because mine will be yours after we"re married. Mr. Gretzinger says your share of the saving would be at least five thousand dollars and possibly more. Lee, do this for me."
"What he proposes is dishonest, Ruth."
"But why? He says the state board would grant the change if proper representations were made. If the officials allowed it, I can"t see where it would be dishonest."
"The officials would have to be deceived to gain their consent to such a change," Lee said, patiently. "But the real point at issue is the permanency of the water system, Ruth. The poor devils who buy the land and who toil for years to pay for it are to be considered. If the ca.n.a.l is too cheaply constructed, they"ll probably lose their crops; and losing their crops means ruin. As far as possible an engineer must insure against this danger when he builds the ca.n.a.l; then if any accident happens later, his conscience, at any rate, is clear."
"But he says you over-estimate the risk, that wood is perfectly safe.
And he"s an expert engineer, too. More experienced than you, Lee."
"You seem to have discussed this thing with him at great length,"
Bryant remarked, dryly.
"I have, indeed I have, because I have your success so greatly at heart, dear. I want to see you receive every penny that you earn and all the credit you deserve; I want you to go ahead in your profession and become both wealthy and famous; but sometimes I think that you"re so absorbed in the engineering part of the work that you"re careless of the future. One has to be practical, too. One has to look out for one"s own interests. And I don"t see why your responsibility for the project doesn"t end when you"ve built the ca.n.a.l, sold the land, and turned the system over to the farmers. You can"t go on looking out for them after that; you"re not answerable to the "hay-seeds" who settle here for what may or may not happen. And we shall need the money that would be saved by using wood instead of concrete, Lee. When you"re through here, we shall want to live in New York at least part of the time. With Mr. Gretzinger"s friendship you could perhaps form a connection so that you could be there all the while, and make a big fortune. You will do this for me, won"t you, Lee? It means just that much more happiness for us."
She slipped her arms about his neck and kissed him impulsively, eagerly. Lee felt himself tremble at that clasp, at that kiss. Words seemed futile. His anxiety over the fate of his project gave way to a profound sickness of soul. That Ruth should thus reveal such a cloudiness of spiritual vision, such an inability to distinguish between moral values, such a ready acceptance of Gretzinger"s vicious philosophy, was the final drop in his bitter cup this day.
"It"s not a question of either wood or concrete just at present," he said, rising. "It"s whether I"m to have a project at all. I"ll not go with you, Ruth, to your friends; I must think over what I"m to do and say at Santa Fe to-morrow."
As he rode thither with Carrigan that night it seemed as if he now was at grapple with forces, invisible, powerful, malevolent, that strove to dispossess him of everything that was dear. His project! What means, what help, what law was there of which he could make use to ward off this deadly a.s.sault on it? And Ruth! How should he save her--save her from herself, clear the mist from her eyes, arouse her drowsing soul? All that he had aimed at and all that he had striven for hung on finding answers to those questions.
CHAPTER XIV
By noon Bryant and Carrigan had concluded their interviews with members of the Land and Water Board. All of them had listened, asked questions, expressed their regret at the situation in which Perro Creek project found itself, but stated that the Board had no course other than that of executing the law evoked in the case. They suggested that Bryant bring an action in the courts to test the law; they admitted that his company might be forced into the hands of a receiver; they inquired concerning the possibility of gaining the consent of the adverse party to a withdrawal of his application. Their hands, however, said one and all, were tied in the matter.
The engineer and the contractor went down the steps of the state house and found a seat on a bench at a shady spot of the grounds.
"Just as I expected it would be," Bryant said, grimly.
He sat humped over, his elbows on his knees and his cheeks between his fists. His eyes were dull, heavy; he had not closed them during the previous night. He wore the mud-caked lace boots and stained khaki, as did Carrigan, in which he had departed from camp.
"Well, we haven"t quit breathing yet," Pat remarked, licking the wrapper on the cigar he was about to light.
Lee sat silent for several minutes.
"Anyway, I"ll see you don"t lose, Pat," he said. "You can figure out what profit you would have made on your contract if the ditch had been built and I"ll pay you that. Then you can call off your crew."
"Oh, I"ll let you down easy, Lee. That wasn"t worrying me any," was the rejoinder. "I was just thinking----" But his words broke off there, and he again gave his attention to the cigar wrapper that persisted in coming loose.
Bryant continued his gloomy cogitation. The muscles of his cheeks moved in hard lumps beneath his fists as if he were champing some resistant substance. Over his eyes his lids from time to time drooped sleepily. But all at once he leaped up.
"If I but had something I could take hold of, Pat!" he exclaimed.
"Something I could lay hands on and move, like that bed of rock you uncovered! So I could go ahead! A law is so d.a.m.ned immaterial that one has nothing to work against. It leaves a man nowhere, helpless. It lifts him off the ground and holds him kicking futilely in the air.
Just that. By G.o.d, I"m desperate enough to try anything--to try building the ditch--try whipping Menocal even under this moth-eaten law he"s dug up!"
Pat shut one eye against the smoke curling into it.