Lee twisted about to look at a window. The particles of snow were biting at the gla.s.s relentlessly, while the howl of the gale told only too plainly how the drifts were being heaped on the dark mesa.
"We"ll finish this ditch on time even if h.e.l.l freezes over," he said, slowly. "I"m not going to be beaten at this late day."
He continued to sit gazing at the frosted panes and harkening to the roaring blasts. On the floor and in the chairs the blanketed men slept heavily. Pat fed the fire anew. But through the cracks of the walls the cold sifted more and more intense, while along the edges of the boards there formed thick fringes of glistening frost.
CHAPTER XXIX
For four days the bitter cold and fierce wind held the camps in thrall, then the latter blew itself out. The cold, however, still endured though the sun shone. When one looked forth from camp, all that could be seen was a s...o...b..und earth; mesa and mountains were as white and silent as some polar region; nothing moved; nothing seemed to live out yonder. It was like a dazzling, frigid, extinct world.
The main mesa road was blocked and telephone wires were down. What went on outside the limits of the camp"s snow-drifted horizon its dwellers knew not--nor for the moment cared. Work was the only thought. With hastily constructed snow-plows roads had been broken among the tents and shacks as soon as the weather allowed, and afterward broad paths made to the working ground. The section of undug ca.n.a.l was now sc.r.a.ped bare. There, sheltered by tents and warmed by sagebrush fires, men bored in the iron-like earth powder-holes in rows that exactly aligned the ca.n.a.l. On the morning of the fifth day a first stretch of fifty yards was blown out, whereupon teams and sc.r.a.pers were rushed into the ragged cavity to deepen and clear the ditch before the soil froze anew. This was at the north end. In the afternoon one hundred yards at the south end went up in a blast and crews from the main camp fell upon this area.
That night the sky clouded over again. All the next day snow came down steadily. The workmen played cards in the mess tents and waited.
Carrigan busied himself at accounts and waited. Bryant waited, with impatience and anxiety gnawing at his heart. There were six hundred yards and more unexcavated, and but three days of his time remained.
The snow ceased at nightfall and work was instantly resumed by aid of the torches; again the desperate sc.r.a.ping of snow, bundled men at fires and sheltered by windbreaks, the drilling of holes in the frozen ground, the reliefs every two hours, the thawing of nipped fingers and toes and noses. All night hot food and boiling coffee were served at intervals to the cold and hungry labourers. At nine o"clock next morning two hundred yards of dirt went spraying into the air, with the subsequent struggle in the long hole: fresnos bearing forth what earth was loose and what the plows broke out; the horses, blinded by the glare of snow, staggering forward under curse and lash; the men toiling in a sort of grim fury. A maximum of effort finished one hundred and fifty yards more by eleven o"clock. Carrigan ordered all work to stop until nine next morning.
"The men are "all in"," he told Lee. "We"ll crack this last nut to-morrow."
"But what if it sets in to snow? More than two hundred and fifty yards left to do, and only to-morrow and the day after to work."
"We"ll have to risk it."
"Will your powder hold out?"
"Yes." He regarded Bryant keenly. "Say, what you need isn"t information but sleep. You worked all day yesterday, and all last night, and to-day again, and here it is going on midnight. I"m going to tell you the schedule for to-morrow to calm your mind, then you roll into your blankets. At nine o"clock in the morning all hands except the cooks go at the drills and stay by them till the stretch is holed. Whenever that"s done, which should be about evening, we shoot the chunk. And after that we hit the bottom with every sc.r.a.per and fresno and horse and man, with the cooks fighting the coffee-boilers, and never come out of the ditch till the last lump of dirt is moved.
That"s the programme. I figure it will be about midnight when the last card"s turned, maybe an hour or so after. I promised the men double wages and a box of cigars apiece out of the store and a few other things perhaps--I don"t remember. So you get your sleep, for there"s a big day ahead to-morrow. That dirt all goes out before you"ll have another chance to hit the hay."
Bryant arose next morning at seven. The sky was overcast and the thermometer was sixteen below zero when he examined it. Across the snow he could see the north camp stirring to life, awakening in the frosty, pallid light of dawn. Stretching thither ran uneven snowy ridges, save at one place where they lay bare and brown--the banks of the ca.n.a.l. When the small interval still undug was moved, the ditch would be finished from river to ranch, from the Pinas down to Perro.
And this was to be the last day of toil! To-day the camps were to hurl themselves at that short remaining strip of earth and tear it out; the furrow so long pressed ahead through the iron ground was to be brought to an end; the enemy, frost, was to be conquered at last. When he thought of the inexorable labour done under heart-breaking conditions, in spite of cold and wind and snow, and with sufferings and deprivations little considered. Bryant felt for the workmen, rough though they were, a strong affection. They had done the bitter work.
"Out goes the chunk to-day," was Pat"s greeting that morning.
A spirit of eagerness, almost of enthusiasm, pervaded the crews that first went forth in the cold to work at the drills. It was the final attack, and they went from their steaming breakfast with jests and laughter that rang back over the snow. Sixteen below zero, and they laughed! Bryant had a sudden conviction that nothing could stop such men--neither weather, nor elements, nor fate itself. They were heroes not to be daunted. They swung the hammer of Thor against the earth and were worthy of an epic.
Toward the middle of the afternoon of that day Carrigan said to the engineer:
"We"re making better time than I calculated. The holes will all be drilled by five o"clock; we"re loading them as they"re done and we"ll shoot at five-thirty."
"What about supper?"
"Supper at five. Then the men will be back and ready to jump in the ditch when the shot"s fired."
"And be done twenty-four hours before the hour set by the Land and Water Board," said Lee.
"That"s cutting it fine enough as it is. Who"s that waving yonder toward camp?" And Carrigan pointed a mittened hand at a figure swinging an arm and shouting Bryant"s name.
The engineer stared for a time.
"Charlie Menocal," he said, finally. "Morgan--Morgan, come here!" he called. And as Morgan came to join him, Lee addressed Pat, "I"ll just run over to Bartolo with this young scoundrel. The road"s open and I"ll be back by dark. Want Morgan to come along to look after him and Alvarez, the man you caught."
"Better start back in plenty of time. The sky"s thickening again. More snow in sight, Lee."
"I shall."
"You might invite old man Menocal to return with you," Pat remarked, with a grin, "and see us put the kibosh on his dream of owning the Pinas River. What are you going to do with this boy of his? Send him over the road?"
"I haven"t decided yet."
"That"s where he ought to go, after trying to burn us out the night of the blizzard." He turned away to the work.
"You"re not to let this fellow over there waiting for us get away, Morgan," Lee stated.
"I"ll freeze on to him."
They went along the snowy path toward camp, coming up with Menocal, who waited until they arrived and then accompanied them toward Bryant"s office.
"Have a letter for you from Ruth," he said. "Had a terrible time getting up from Kennard. Road isn"t half opened, but I found a man to drive me home. Promised Ruth to deliver this to you."
He drew the letter from an inner pocket and handed it to the engineer, who glanced at the writing on the envelope, his own name, and shoved the epistle into his glove. When they gained camp, Lee said:
"Morgan and I are going to Bartolo with you, and also a friend of yours called Alvarez. We nabbed him as he was trying to burn our camp about two hours before the blizzard. Take this man to headquarters, Morgan, and keep him till I come over."
Menocal"s face became livid with anger and alarm.
"Let me go, d.a.m.n you!" he shouted, shrilly.
Bryant waved a hand towards the engineers" shack and thither Charlie was propelled, cursing and struggling, in Morgan"s firm grasp.
Entering his office, Lee closed the door, walked to the stove, and standing there produced the letter. It was the first and only missive he had ever received from Ruth. He gazed at the envelope and the scrawled writing on it with an impression of strangeness, but this gave way to a curiosity as to the contents. He had a strong suspicion of the letter"s purport. Ruth would have reviewed her conduct that night at Sarita Creek, and, with her instinctive cunning, perceived it would alienate Lee. The message doubtless carried an adroit explanation and excuse, ending up with numerous declarations of her affection and hypocritical a.s.sertions of her anxiety on his account.
Disgust overwhelmed him. He was minded to cast the thing into the stove unread. At last, however, muttering to himself, he thrust a forefinger under the flap and ripped the envelope open. A newspaper clipping that had been enclosed in the letter dropped to the floor. He read:
DEAR LEE:
After thinking the matter over very carefully, I"ve decided to release you from our engagement. If this pains you, as I fear it will, I"m extremely sorry, but I"ve discovered that we"re not temperamentally suited to each other. You"ve failed, besides, so I understand, which further convinces me of that.
And in addition, I"ve learned of late that I love another, who loves me. Therefore it"s much better that I take this step, much better and much wiser--don"t you think so? However, Lee, I shall always be your friend.
It may interest you to know that this evening Mr. Gretzinger and I are to be married. Privately, with only a few close friends. We depart immediately after the ceremony for New York. Mr. Menocal is to pack my things at Sarita Creek, so you need not bother about them. I understand Imogene is visiting at the Graham ranch; I"m dropping her a note there telling her the news.
With best wishes, RUTH.
Bryant lifted from the floor and read the clipping. It was a short announcement, evidently from a Kennard paper, of the prospective wedding that night of Miss Ruth Gardner, of Sarita Creek, and Mr. J.
Senton Gretzinger, of New York.
When he had read this, Lee gently tilted and shook the envelope. But no diamond solitaire dropped out.