"Certainly not!" Eliza exclaimed, indignantly. "I"m not the least bit sentimental."
X
IN WHICH THE DOCTOR SHOWS HIS WIT
O"Neil"s talk with Mrs. Gerard upon her arrival from Hope was short and businesslike. Neither by word nor look did he show that he knew or suspected anything of the real reason of her break with Gordon. Toward both her and Natalie he preserved his customary heartiness, and their first constraint soon disappeared. Mrs. Gerard had been plunged in one of those black moods in which it seems that no possible event can bring even a semblance of happiness, but it was remarkable how soon this state of mind began to give way before O"Neil"s matter-of-fact cheerfulness. He refused to listen to their thanks and made them believe that they were conferring a real favor upon him by accepting the responsibility of the new hotel. Pending the completion of that structure he was hard pressed to find a lodging-place for them until Eliza and her brother insisted that they share the bungalow with them--a thing O"Neil had not felt at liberty to ask under the circ.u.mstances. Nor was the tact of the brother and sister less than his; they received the two unfortunates as honored guests.
Gradually the visitors began to feel that they were welcome, that they were needed, that they had an important task to fulfil, and the sense that they were really of service drove away depression. Night after night they lay awake, discussing the wonderful change in their fortunes and planning their future. Natalie at least had not the slightest doubt that all their troubles were at an end.
One morning they awoke to learn that O"Neil had gone to the States, leaving Dr. Gray in charge of affairs at Omar during his absence. The physician, who was fully in his chief"s confidence, gravely discussed their duties with them, and so discreet was he that they had no faintest suspicion that he knew their secret. It was typical of O"Neil and his "boys" that they should show this chivalry toward two friendless outcasts; it was typical of them, also, that they one and all const.i.tuted themselves protectors of Natalie and her mother, letting it be known through the town that the slightest rudeness toward the women would be promptly punished.
While O"Neil"s unexpected departure caused some comment, no one except his trusted lieutenants dreamed of the grave importance of his mission.
They knew the necessities that hounded him, they were well aware of the trembling insecurity in which affairs now stood, but they maintained their cheerful industry, they pressed the work with unabated energy, and the road crept forward foot by foot, as steadily and as smoothly as if he himself were on the ground to direct it.
Many disappointments had arisen since the birth of the Salmon River & Northwestern; many misfortunes had united to r.e.t.a.r.d the development of its builder"s plans. The first obstacle O"Neil encountered was that of climate. During the summer, unceasing rains, mists, and fogs dispirited his workmen and actually cut their efficiency in half. He had made certain allowances for this, of course, but no one could have foreseen so great a percentage of inefficiency as later developed. In winter, the cold was intense and the snows were of prodigious depth, while outside the shelter of the Omar hills the winds howled and rioted over the frozen delta, chilling men and animals and paralyzing human effort.
Under these conditions it was hard to get workmen, and thrice harder to keep them; so that progress was much slower than had been antic.i.p.ated.
Then, too, the physical difficulties of the country were almost insurmountable. The mora.s.s which comprised the Salmon River plain was in summer a bottomless ooze, over which nothing could be transported, yet in winter it became sheathed with a steel-hard armor against which piling splintered. It could be penetrated at that season only by the a.s.sistance of steam thawers, which involved delay and heavy expense.
These were but samples of the obstacles that had to be met, and every one realized that the work thus far had been merely preparatory. The great obstruction, upon the conquest of which the success of the whole undertaking hinged, still lay before them.
But of all handicaps the most serious by far was the lack of capital.
Murray had foreseen as inevitable the abandonment by the Trust of its Cortez route, but its change of base to Kyak had come as a startling surprise and as an almost crushing blow. Personally, he believed its present plan to be even more impracticable than its former one, but its refusal to buy him out had disheartened his financial a.s.sociates and tightened their purse-strings into a knot which no argument of his could loose. He had long since exhausted his own liquid capital, he had realized upon his every available a.s.set, and his personal credit was tottering. He was obliged to finance his operations upon new money--a task which became ever more difficult as the months pa.s.sed and the Trust continued its work at Kyak. Yet he knew that the briefest flagging, even a temporary abandonment of work, meant swift and utter ruin. His track must go forward, his labor must be paid, his supplies must not be interrupted. He set his jaws and fought on stubbornly, certain of his ultimate triumph if only he could hold out.
A hundred miles to the westward was a melancholy example of failure in railroad-building, in the form of two rows of rust upon a weed-grown embankment. It was all that remained of another enterprise which had succ.u.mbed to financial starvation, and the wasted millions it represented was depressing to consider.
Thus far O"Neil"s rivalry with the Trust had been friendly, if spirited, but his action in coming to the a.s.sistance of Mrs. Gerard and her daughter raised up a new and vigorous enemy whose methods were not as scrupulous as those of the Heidlemanns.
Gordon was a strangely unbalanced man. He was magnetic, his geniality was really heart-warming, yet he was perfectly cold-blooded in his selfishness. He was cool and calculating, but interference roused him to an almost insane pitch of pa.s.sion. Fickle in most things, he was uncompromising in his hatreds. O"Neil"s generosity in affording sanctuary to his defiant mistress struck him as a personal affront, it fanned his dislike of his rival into a consuming rage. It was with no thought of profit that he cast about for a means of crippling O"Neil.
He was quite capable of ruining himself, not to speak of incidental harm to others, if only he could gratify his spleen.
Denny, his trusted jackal, resisted stoutly any move against "The Irish Prince," but his employer would not listen to him or consent to any delay. Therefore, a certain plausible, shifty-eyed individual by the name of Linn was despatched to Omar on the first steamer. Landing at his destination, Mr. Linn quietly effaced himself, disappearing out the right-of-way, where he began moving from camp to camp, ostensibly in search of employment.
It was a few days later, perhaps a week after O"Neil"s departure, that Eliza Appleton entered the hospital and informed Dr. Gray:
"I"ve finished my first story for The Review."
The big physician had a rapid, forceful habit of speech. "Well, I suppose you uncorked the vitriol bottle," he said, brusquely.
"No! Since you are now the fount of authority here, I thought I"d tell you that I have reserved my treachery for another time. I haven"t learned enough yet to warrant real fireworks. As a matter of fact, I"ve been very kind to Mr. O"Neil in my story."
"Let me thank you for him."
"Now don"t be sarcastic! I could have said a lot of nasty things, if he hadn"t been so nice to me. I suppose it is the corrupting influence of his kindness."
"He really will be grateful," the doctor a.s.sured her, seriously.
"Newspaper publicity of the wrong sort might hurt him a great deal just now. In every big enterprise there comes a critical time, when everything depends upon one man; strong as the structure seems, he"s really supporting it. You see, the whole thing rests ultimately on credit and confidence. An ill-considered word, a little unfriendly shove, and down comes the whole works. Then some financial power steps in, reorganizes the wreckage, and gets the result of all the other fellow"s efforts, for nothing."
"Dan tells me the affairs of the S. R. & N. are in just such a tottering condition."
"Yes. We"re up against it, for the time being. Our cards are on the table, and you have it in your power to do us a lot of harm."
"Don"t put it that way!" said Eliza, resentfully. "You and Mr. O"Neil and even Dan make it hard for me to do my duty. I won"t let you rob me of my liberty. I"ll get out and "Siwash" it in a tent first."
The physician laughed. "Don"t mistake leaf-mold for muck, that"s all we ask. O"Neil is perfectly willing to let you investigate him."
"Exactly! And I could bite off his head for being so nice about it. Not that I"ve discovered anything against him, for I haven"t-- I think he"s fine--but I object to the principle of the thing."
"He"ll never peep, no matter what you do or say."
"It makes me furious to know how superior he is. I never detested a man"s virtues as I do his. Gordon is the sort I like, for he needs exposing, and expects it. Wait until I get at him and the Trust."
"The Trust, too, eh?"
"Of course."
"Now what have the Heidlemanns done?"
"It"s not what they have done; it"s what they"re going to do. They"re trying to grab Alaska."
Dr. Gray shook his head impatiently, but before he could make answer Tom Slater entered and broke into the conversation by announcing:
"I"ve spotted him, Doc. His name is Linn, and he"s Gordon"s hand. He"s at mile 24 and fifty men are quitting from that camp."
"That makes two hundred, so far," said the doctor.
"He"s offering a raise of fifty cents a day and transportation to Hope."
Gray scowled and Eliza inquired quickly:
"What"s wrong, Uncle Tom?"
"Don"t call me "Uncle Tom,"" Slater exclaimed, irritably; "I ain"t related to you."
Miss Appleton smiled at him sweetly. "I had a dear friend once--you remind me of him, he was such a splendid big man," she said.
Tom eyed her suspiciously.
"He chewed gum incessantly, too, and declared that it never hurt anybody."
"It never did," a.s.serted Slater.
"We pleaded, we argued, we did our best to save him, but--" She shook her blond head sadly.
"What happened to him?"