"I was speculating a little along the same line," said he, slowly.
"But twelve miles of ditch in ninety days! The whole mesa line! We"d be crazy to think of it. Let"s talk of something else."
Lee"s mouth, nevertheless, was twitching, while gleams like light came and went on his face.
"I always had a weakness for the bad bets," said Pat.
"But twelve miles of ditch!"
"And the nights freezing harder every week," the old contractor added.
"And the days short."
"Yes, and nerve shorter yet," said Pat.
The remark was airily given, but the inference was plain. Lee took a step aside and stood staring across the capitol grounds, with brows knit, with lips compressed, the prey of struggling hopes and doubts.
"Pat," he said, turning.
"Well?"
"Do you think we could do it?"
"G.o.d knows; I don"t. But we could give the job an awful whirl," the contractor stated.
"The thing looks impossible, preposterous, but if you see the slightest chance of success I want you to say so. Dirt moving is your game, not mine. Ninety days; that"s thirteen weeks. Almost a mile a week. Can it be done? Can you do it?"
Pat at last threw away the cigar that refused to draw.
"With men and teams enough I could build a ditch to tide-water in that time," said he, with sudden energy. "Men and sc.r.a.pers, sc.r.a.pers and men--that"s all. You can rip the insides out of any dirt job on earth if you have the crews. Of course, it takes money, big wages, to get and hold them."
"Money! What do I care for that if we build the ca.n.a.l? How much more will it take? How much will you need?"
"Say twenty thousand more."
"Get out your pencil and begin figuring it."
"I don"t need a pencil," Carrigan answered. "I haven"t been moving dirt for fifty years without figures sticking to my hair. I"ve digested your blue-prints and know what"s to come out of the ground.
Now I"ll tell you what it would be if there was no frost in the ground, as in summer--and we"ll afterward allow for the frost; and what"s necessary in men, horses, fresnos, shacks, horsefeed, food, clothes, and general supplies."
And thereupon Carrigan began to pour forth a stream of data so exact, so comprehensive, so full, that Bryant listened in astonishment. All carried in his head, ready for use!
"I hope I know my business at your age as you know yours," Lee exclaimed.
"You will, or ought to. I"ve paid for what I know in mistakes and miscalculated jobs, as does every man some time or other--paid in hard cash. What he learns is all he gets out of losses. Now, the figures I gave were for summer work; winter dirt moving is another kind of animal. Work is slower, men are harder to keep, weather is generally bad."
"This autumn has been later than usual, and it may last," said Lee.
"And it may not," Carrigan stated, emphatically. "It"s that that worries me about this thing. As it is, the ground freezes on top every night. Let the thermometer make a low drop, and we won"t be able to stick a plow-point into it anywhere."
"There"s no moisture to speak of in the soil of the mesa."
"Enough to freeze the dirt, just the same," said Pat.
"We can leave the dam out of consideration."
"Yes; no trouble about finishing that. And your concrete work, Lee, won"t lose you any sleep. A carload of cement from here, gravel from the river, and a dozen Kennard carpenters to knock together gate and drop frames--no trick to crack that nut. Frost, lad, frost! It"s the thing to set us groaning."
Bryant sat down and put his hand on the speaker"s knee.
"Pat, if we go into this thing and put it through, there will be a good fat bonus for you."
"Maybe there will be and maybe there won"t. Maybe you"ll have some money left when we"re done and maybe you"ll not have a red cent. In any case, the old man is with you, Lee, to the end of the sc.r.a.p--if you go ahead. What about your bondholders? Will they stand for risking what"s not yet spent? They will save considerable by your stopping now; they"ll lose all if we fail."
"What do you----"
Pat"s raised hand halted him.
"Ask me nothing," said he. "That"s for you alone to settle. If you spend their money and win, they"ll say "Thank you"--maybe; and if you go under, they"ll d.a.m.n you up one side and down the other and probably try to send you to the pen. You"re the chief; you have to decide; you can"t share the responsibility--anyway, not with me. And if you"re inquiring, I"ll remark that its considerable responsibility. Go off yonder by yourself and think it over a bit."
Bryant left the old contractor lighting a fresh cigar. He walked to another bench a short distance away, where he sat down. In his first exultation at perceiving a fighting chance to save the project he had seen only the opportunity, but Carrigan"s unexpected turn of the subject had brought him back to earth. He was guardian, as well as dispenser, of company funds. He had obligations to the bondholders.
Therefore, would he be justified in risking the money on such a desperate venture? His soul sank.
But his mind would not cease to revolve about the undertaking, for he could not at once relinquish his long-cherished dream. The thought of tame surrender was as wormwood in his mouth. To stand by acquiescent while the project collapsed! That prospect he could not endure. Never again, if he capitulated now, would he be able to strike out with the same courage as in this project; never with the same courage, or spirit, or faith. The project was his creation! The thing of his brain and will! Part of himself! And how confidently he had made his plans and acquired the property and started work! No doubts of his ability to carry it through! No question of his right to go ahead! No fear of the task!
The engineer came suddenly to his feet.
Builders throughout the world took equal risks and overcame as great obstacles every day; it was the measure of their genius and will.
Engineers elsewhere crushed a way through earth and rock to their goals, and under adverse circ.u.mstances, with no thought of failure.
Were there not men who would unhesitatingly take hold of this project now and complete it in the time allotted? Yes, any number. For the very same reason that he had launched the scheme. Because they had the ability, because they had the will, because, most of all, they had faith--faith in their own powers.
Lee went back to Pat Carrigan.
"We shall build it," said he. "And in ninety days."
The contractor rose.
"You talk like a real "chief" now, Bryant," he replied. "I was waiting for that. Come along; we"ll start burning the wires."
CHAPTER XV
Louise Graham, entering the dining car for breakfast, received a surprise at beholding Lee Bryant half way along the aisle at one of the smaller tables. He laid down the spoon with which he was delving into a half of a cantaloupe and got quickly to his feet to greet her.
"So you"re home again," he said, after shaking hands. "Your father told me when I met him that you were in the East. Will you share my table?"