"Why don"t you show these people how to build a railroad, Murray?"
"No, thank you! I know the country back of here. It"s not feasible."
"The Copper Trust is doing it."
"All the more reason why I shouldn"t. There are five projects under way now, and there won"t be more than enough traffic for one."
Slater nodded. "Every man who has two dollars, a clean shirt, and a friend at Washington has got a railroad scheme up his sleeve."
"It will cost thirty million dollars to build across those three divides and into the copper country. When the road is done it will be one of heavy grades, and--"
"No wonder you didn"t get the contract from the Heidlemanns--if your estimate was thirty million."
"I didn"t put in a figure."
Tom looked surprised. "Why didn"t you? You know them."
"I was like the little boy who didn"t go to the party--I wasn"t asked."
The speaker"s expression showed that his pride had been hurt and discouraged further questioning. "We"ll hire our men and our boats to-night," he announced. "I"ve arranged for that freighter to drop us off at Omar on her way out. We"ll have to row from there to Kyak. I expected to land my horses at the coast and pack in from Kyak Bay, but that shipwreck changed my plans. Poor brutes! After my experience I"ll never swim horses in this water again."
An eleven-o"clock twilight enveloped Cortez when the two men landed, but the town was awake. The recent railway and mining activity in the neighborhood had brought a considerable influx of people to King Phillip Sound, and the strains of music from dance-hall doors, the click of checks and roulette b.a.l.l.s from the saloons, gave evidence of an unusual prosperity.
O"Neil had no difficulty in securing men. Once he was recognized, the scenes at Hope were re-enacted, and there was a general scramble to enlist upon his pay-roll. Within an hour, therefore, his arrangements were made, and he and Tom repaired to Callahan"s Hotel for a few hours"
sleep.
A stud game was going on in the barroom when they entered, and O"Neil paused to watch it while Slater spoke to one of the players, a clean-cut, blond youth of whimsical countenance. When the two friends finally faced the bar for their "nightcap" Tom explained:
"That"s Appleton, the fellow Gordon fired to-day. I told him I"d left the old man flat."
"Is he a friend of yours?"
"Sure. Nice boy--good engineer, too."
"Umph! That game is crooked."
"No?" "Happy Tom" displayed a flash of interest.
"Yes, Cortez is fast becoming a metropolis, I see. The man in the derby hat is performing a little feat that once cost me four thousand dollars to learn."
"I"d better split Dan away," said Tom, hastily.
"Wait! Education is a good thing, even if it is expensive at times. I fancy your friend is bright enough to take care of himself. Let"s wait a bit."
"Ain"t that just my blamed luck?" lamented Slater. "Now if they were playing faro I could make a killing. I"d "copper" Appleton"s bets and "open" the ones he coppered!"
O"Neil smiled, for "Happy Tom"s" caution in money matters was notorious. "You know you don"t believe in gambling," he said.
"It"s not a belief, it"s a disease," declared the fat man. "I was born to be a gambler, but the business is too uncertain. Now that I"m getting so old and feeble I can"t work any more, I"d take it up, only I broke three fingers and when I try to deal I drop the cards. What are we going to do?"
"Just wait," said O"Neil.
VI
THE DREAMER
Un.o.bserved the two friends watched the poker game, which for a time proceeded quietly. But suddenly they saw Appleton lean over the table and address the man with the derby hat; then, thrusting back his chair, he rose, declaring, in a louder tone:
"I tell you I saw it. I thought I was mistaken at first." His face was white, and he disregarded the efforts of his right-hand neighbor to quiet him.
"Don"t squeal," smiled the dealer. "I"ll leave it to the boys if I did anything wrong."
"You pulled that king from the bottom. It may not be wrong, but it"s d.a.m.ned peculiar."
"Forget it!" one of the others exclaimed. "Denny wouldn"t double-cross you."
"Hardly!" agreed Mr. Denny, evenly. "You"re "in" a hundred and eighty dollars, but if you"re sore you can have it back."
Appleton flung his cards into the middle of the table and turned away disgustedly. "It"s a hard thing to prove, and I"m not absolutely sure I saw straight, or--I"d take it back, fast enough."
Denny shrugged and gathered in the discarded hand. "You"ve been drinking too much, that"s all. Your eyesight is scattered."
Appleton"s face flushed as he beheld the gaze of the company upon him and heard the laughter which greeted this remark. He turned to leave when O"Neil, who had continued to watch the proceedings with interest, crossed to the group and touched Denny on the shoulder, saying, quietly:
"Give him his money."
"Eh?" The smile faded from the fellow"s face; he looked up with startled inquiry. "What?"
"Give him his money."
In the momentary hush which followed, "Happy Tom" Slater, who had frequently seen his employer in action and understood storm signals, sighed deeply and reached for the nearest chair. With a wrench of his powerful hands he loosened a leg. Although Mr. Slater abhorred trouble, he was accustomed to meet it philosophically. A lifetime spent in construction camps had taught him that, of all weapons, the one best suited to his use was a pick-handle; second to that he had come to value the hardwood leg of a chair. But in the present case his precaution proved needless, for the dispute was over before he had fairly prepared himself.
Without waiting for O"Neil to put his accusation into words Denny had risen swiftly, and in doing so he had either purposely or by accident made a movement which produced a prompt and instinctive reaction.
Murray"s fist met him as he rose, met him so squarely and with such force that he lost all interest in what followed. The other card-players silently gathered Mr. Denny in their arms and stretched him upon a disused roulette table; the bartender appeared with a wet towel and began to bathe his temples.
Appleton, dazed by the suddenness of it all, found a stack of gold pieces in his hand and heard O"Neil saying in an every-day tone:
"Come to my room, please. I"d like to talk to you." Something commanding in the speaker"s face made the engineer follow against his will. He longed to loiter here until Denny had regained his senses--but O"Neil had him by the arm and a moment later he was being led down the hall away from the lobby and the barroom. As Slater, who had followed, closed the door behind them, Dan burst forth:
"By Jove! Why didn"t you tell me? I knew he was crooked--but I couldn"t believe--"
"Sit down!" said O"Neil. "He won"t pull himself together for a while, and I want to get to bed. Are you looking for a job?"
The engineer"s eyes opened wide.