CORTEZ HOME RAILWAY
"This is running in all the coast papers," he said, and read:
"OUR PLATFORM:
No promotion shares. No construction profits.
No bonds. No incompetence.
No high-salaried officials. No monopoly.
No pa.s.ses or rebates. No graft.
"OF ALASKA, BY ALASKA, FOR ALASKA."
There was much more of a similar kind, written to appeal to the quick-profit-loving public, and it was followed by a violent attack upon the Trust and an appeal to the people of Seattle for a.s.sistance, at one dollar per share.
"Listen to this," O"Neil went on:
"Among the original subscribers are the following:
"Hotels and saloons of Cortez ..... $17,000 City Council .......................15,000 Prospectors......................... 7,000 Ladies" Guild of Cortez .............. 740 School-children of Cortez............. 420"
Tom grew red in the face and gave his characteristic snort. "I don"t mind his stringing the City Council and the saloons, and even the Ladies" Guild," he growled, "but when he steals the licorice and slate-pencils from the kids it"s time he was stopped."
Murray agreed. "I think we are about done with Gordon. He has led his ace."
"I"m not sure. This is a kind of popular uprising, like a camp-meeting.
If I went to Cortez now, some prattling school-girl would wallop me with her dinner-bucket. We can"t shake Gordon loose: he"s a regular splavvus."
"What is a splavvus, Tom?" inquired Dr. Gray.
"It"s a real peculiar animal, being a cross between a bulldog and a skunk. We have lots of "em in Maine!"
O"Neil soon found that the accounts he had received of Gordon"s last attempt to recoup his fortunes were in no way exaggerated. Cortez, long the plaything of the railroad-builders, had been ripe for his touch: it rose in its wounded civic pride and greeted his appeal with frantic delight. It was quite true that the school-children had taken stock in the enterprise: their parents turned their own pockets inside out, and subscriptions came in a deluge. The price of real estate doubled, quadrupled, and Gordon bought just enough to establish the price firmly. The money he paid was deposited again in his new bank, and he proceeded to use it over and over in maintaining exorbitant prices and in advancing his grandiose schemes. His business took him often to Seattle, where by his whirlwind methods he duplicated his success in a measure: his sensational attack upon the money powers got a wide hearing, and he finally secured an indors.e.m.e.nt of his scheme by the Businessmen"s a.s.sociation. This done, he opened splendid offices and began a wide-spread stock-flotation campaign. Soon the Cortez Home Railway became known as a mighty, patriotic effort of Alaskans to throw off the shackles of oppression.
Gordon perfectly understood that something more than vague accusations were necessary to bring the public to his support in sufficient numbers to sweep him on to victory, and with this in mind he laid crafty plans to seize the Heidlemann grade. The Trust had ceased active work on its old right-of-way and moved to Kyak, to be sure, but it had not abandoned its original route, and in fact had maintained a small crew at the first defile outside of Cortez, known as Beaver Canon. Gordon reasoned shrewdly that a struggle between the agents of the Trust and the patriotic citizens of the town would afford him precisely the advertising he needed and give point to his charge of unfair play against the Heidlemanns.
It was not difficult to incite his victims to this act of robbery. On the contrary, once he had made the suggestion, he had hard work to restrain them, until he had completed his preparations. These preparations were simple; they consisted in writing and mailing to every newspaper of consequence a highly colored account of the railroad struggle. These mimeographed stories were posted from Seattle in time for them to reach their destinations on the date set for the seizure of the grade.
It was an ingenious publicity move, worthy of a theatrical press-agent, and it succeeded beyond the promoter"s fondest expectations--too well, in fact, for it drove the Trust in desperation to an alliance with the S. R. & N.
The day set for the demonstration came; the citizens of Cortez boldly marched into Beaver Canon to take possession of the old Heidlemann workings, but it appeared that they had reckoned prematurely. A handful of grim-faced Trust employees warned them back: there was a rush, some rough work on the part of the aggressors, and then the guards brought their weapons into play. The result afforded Gordon far more sensational material than he had hoped for: one citizen was killed and five others were badly wounded. Cortez, dazed and horror-stricken, arose in her wrath and descended upon the "a.s.sa.s.sins"; lynchings were planned, and mobs threatened the local jail, until soldiers were hurried thither and martial law was declared.
Of course, the wires were burdened with the accounts; the reading public of the States awoke to the fact that a bitter strife was waging in the north between honest miners and the soulless Heidlemann syndicate. Gordon"s previously written and carefully colored stories of the clash were printed far and wide. Editorials breathed indignation at such lawlessness and pointed to the Cortez Home Railway as a commendable effort to destroy the Heidlemann throttle-hold upon the northland. Stock subscriptions came in a deluge which fairly engulfed Gordon"s Seattle office force.
During this brief white-hot campaign the promoter had been actuated as much by his senseless hatred of O"Neil as by l.u.s.t of glory and gain, and it was with no little satisfaction that he returned to Alaska conscious of having dealt a telling blow to his enemy. He sent Natalie to Omar on another visit in order that he might hear at first hand how O"Neil took the matter. But his complacency received a shock when the girl returned. He had no need to question her.
"Uncle Curtis," she began, excitedly, "you ought to stop these terrible newspaper stories about Mr. O"Neil and the Trust."
"Stop them? My dear, what do you mean?"
"He didn"t sell out to the Trust. He has nothing to do with it."
"What?" Gordon"s incredulity was a challenge.
"He sold to an Englishman named Illis. They seem to be amused by your mistake over there at Omar, but I think some of the things printed are positively criminal. I knew you"d want the truth--"
"The truth, yes! But this can"t be true," stammered Gordon.
"It is. Mr. O"Neil did try to interest the Heidlemanns, but they wouldn"t have anything to do with him, and the S. R. & N. was going to smash when Mr. Illis came along, barely in time. It was too exiting and dramatic for anything the way Mr. O"Neil found him when he was in hiding--"
"Hiding?"
"Yes. There was something about blackmail, or a secret arrangement between Mr. Illis and the Yukon River lines--I couldn"t understand just what it was--but, anyhow, Murray took advantage of it and saved the North Pa.s.s and the S. R. & N. at the same time. It was really a perfectly wonderful stroke of genius. I determined a once that you should stop these lies and correct the general idea that he is in the pay of the Trust. Why, he went to Cortez last week and they threatened his life!"
Mrs. Gordon, who had listened, said, quietly: "Don"t blame Curtis for that. That b.l.o.o.d.y affray at Beaver Canyon has made Cortez bitter against every one connected with the Heidlemanns."
"What about this blackmail?" said her husband, upon whose ear the word had made a welcome impression. "I don"t understand what you mean by O"Neil"s "saving" the North Pa.s.s and his own road at the same time--nor Illis"s being in hiding."
"Neither do I." Natalie confessed, "but I know you have made a mistake that ought to be set right."
"Why doesn"t he come out with the truth?"
"The whole thing is secret."
"Why?"
Natalie shrugged hopelessly, and Gordon lost himself in frowning thought.
"This is amazing," he said, brusquely, after a moment. "It"s vital. It affects all my plans. I must know everything at once."
"I"m sorry I paid so little attention."
"Never mind; try it again and be diplomatic. If O"Neil won"t tell you, question Appleton--you can wind him around your fingers easily enough."
The girl eyed him with a quick change of expression.
"Isn"t it enough to know that the Trust has nothing to do with the S.
R. & N.?"
"No!" he declared, impatiently. "I must know the whole inside of this secret understanding--this blackmail, or whatever it is."
"Then--I"m sorry."
"Come! Don"t be silly. You can do me a great service."
"You said you no longer disliked Mr. O"Neil and that he couldn"t harm you."