Gordon groaned and went on with the women, saying: "Come up to the house when you escape, Mr. O"Neil. I shall have dinner served."
Mr. Slater came forward slowly, dragging his clothes-bag with him. The two shook hands.
"What in the world are you doing here, Tom?"
"Nothing!" said Slater. He had a melancholy cast of feature, utterly out of keeping with his rotund form. In his eye was the somber glow of a soul at war with the flesh.
"Nothing?"
"I had a good job, putting in a power plant for his nibs"--he indicated the retreating Gordon with a disrespectful jerk of the thumb--"but I quit."
"Not enough pay?"
"Best wages I ever got. He pays well."
"Poor grub?"
"Grub"s fine."
"What made you quit?"
"I haven"t exactly quit, but I"m going to. When I saw you coming up the dock I said: "There"s the chief! Now he"ll want me." So I began to pack." The speaker dangled his partly filled war-bag as evidence. In an even sourer tone he murmured:
"Ain"t that just me? I ain"t had a day"s luck since Lincoln was shot.
The minute I get a good job along you come and spoil it."
"I don"t want you," laughed O"Neil.
But Slater was not convinced. He shook his head.
"Oh yes, you do. You"ve got something on or you wouldn"t be here. I"ve been drawing pay from you now for over five minutes."
O"Neil made a gesture of impatience.
"No! No! In the first place, I have nothing for you to do; in the second place, I probably couldn"t afford the wages Gordon is paying you."
"That"s the h.e.l.l of it!" gloomily agreed "Happy Tom." "Where are your grips? I"ll begin by carrying them."
"I haven"t any. I"ve been shipwrecked. Seriously, Tom, I have no place for you."
The repet.i.tion of this statement made not the smallest impression upon the hearer.
"You"ll have one soon enough," he replied. Then with a touch of spirit, "Do you think I"d work for this four-flusher if you were in the country?"
"Hush!" O"Neil cast a glance over his shoulder. "By the way, how do you happen to be here? I thought you were in Dawson."
"I finished that job. I was working back toward ma and the children. I haven"t seen them for two years."
"You think Gordon is a false alarm?"
"Happy Tom" spat with unerring accuracy at a crack, then said:
"He"s talking railroads! Railroads! Why, I"ve got a boy back in the state of Maine, fourteen years old--"
"Willie?"
"Yes. My son Willie could skin Curtis Gordon at railroad-building--and Willie is the sickly one of the outfit. But I"ll hand it to Gordon for one thing; he"s a money-getter and a money-spender. He knows where the loose stone in the hearth is laid, and he knows just which lilac bush the family savings are buried under. Those penurious Pilgrim Fathers in my part of the country come up and drop their bankbooks through the slot in his door every morning. He"s the first easy money I ever had; I"d get rich off of him, but"--Slater sighed--"of course you had to come along and wrench me away from the till."
"Don"t quit on my account," urged his former chief. "I"m up here on coal matters. I can"t take time to explain now, but I"ll see you later."
"Suit yourself, only don"t keep me loafing on full time. I"m an expensive man. I"ll be packed and waiting for you."
O"Neil went on his way, somewhat amused, yet undeniably pleased at finding his boss packer here instead of far inland, for Slater"s presence might, after all, fit well enough into his plans.
"The Irish Prince" had gained something of a reputation for extravagance, but he acknowledged himself completely outshone by the luxury with which Curtis Gordon had surrounded himself at Hope. The promoter had spoken of his modest living-quarters--in reality they consisted of a handsome twenty-room house, furnished with the elegance of a Newport cottage. The rugs were thick and richly colored; the furniture was of cathedral oak and mahogany. In the library were deep leather chairs and bookcases, filled mainly with the works of French and German authors of decadent type. The man"s taste in art was revealed by certain pictures, undeniably clever, but a little too daring. He was undoubtedly a sybarite, yet he evidently possessed rare energy and executive force. It was an unusual combination.
The dinner was notable mainly for its lavish disregard of expense.
There were strawberries from Seattle, fresh cream and b.u.t.ter from Gordon"s imported cows, cheese prepared expressly for him in France, and a champagne the date of which he took pains to make known.
On the whole he played the part of host agreeably enough and his constant flow of talk was really entertaining. His anecdotes embraced three continents; his wit, though Teutonic, was genial and mirth-provoking. When Mrs. Gerard took time from her worshipful regard of her daughter to enter the conversation, she spoke with easy charm and spontaneity. As for Natalie, she was intoxicated with delight; she chattered, she laughed, she interrupted with the joyful exuberance of youth.
Under such circ.u.mstances the meal should have proved enjoyable, yet the guest of honor had never been more ill at ease. Precisely what accounted for the feeling he could not quite determine. Somewhere back in his mind was a suspicion that things were not as they should be, here in this house of books and pictures and incongruities. He told himself that he should not be so narrow-minded as to resent Gloria Gerard"s presence here, particularly since she herself had told him that her friendship for Gordon dated back many years. Nevertheless, the impression remained to disturb him.
"You wonder, perhaps, why I have been so extravagant with my living-quarters," said Gordon, as they walked into the library, "but it is not alone for myself. You see I have people a.s.sociated with me who are accustomed to every comfort and luxury and I built this house for them. Mrs. Gerard has been kind enough to grace the establishment with her presence, and I expect others of my stock-holders to do likewise.
You see, I work in the light, Mr. O"Neil; I insist upon the broadest publicity in all my operations, and to that end I strive to bring my clients into contact with the undertaking itself. For instance, I am bringing a party of my stockholders all the way from New York, at my own expense, just to show them how their interests are being administered. I have chartered a special train and a ship for them, and of course they must be properly entertained while here."
"Quite a scheme," said O"Neil.
"I wanted to show them this marvelous country, G.o.d"s wonderland of opportunity. They will return impressed by the solidity and permanence of their investment."
Certainly the man knew how to play his game. No more effective means of advertising, no more profitable stock-jobbing scheme could be devised than a free trip of that sort and a tour of Alaska under the watchful guidance of Curtis Gordon. If any member of the party returned unimpressed it would not be the fault of the promoter; if any one of them did not voluntarily go out among his personal friends as a missionary it would be because Gordon"s magnetism had lost its power.
O"Neil felt a touch of unwilling admiration.
"I judge, from what you say, that the mine gives encouragement," he ventured, eying his host curiously through a cloud of tobacco smoke.
""Encouragement" is not the word. Before many years "Hope Consolidated"
will be listed on the exchanges of the world along with "Amalgamated"
and the other great producers. We have here, Mr. O"Neil, a tremendous mountain of ore, located at tide water, on one of the world"s finest harbors. The climate is superb; we have coal near at hand for our own smelter. The mine only requires systematic development under competent hands."
"I was in Cortez when Lars Anderson made his first discovery here, and I had an option on all this property. I believe the price was twelve hundred dollars; at any rate, it was I who drove those tunnels you found when you bought him out."
Gordon"s eyes wavered briefly, then he laughed.
"My dear sir, you have my sincere sympathy. Your poison, my meat--as it were, eh? You became discouraged too soon. Another hundred feet of work and you would have been justified in paying twelve hundred thousand dollars. This "Eldorado" which the Copper Trust has bought has a greater surface showing than "Hope," I grant; but--it lies two hundred miles inland, and there is the all-important question of transportation to be solved. The ore will have to be hauled, or smelted on the ground, while we have the Kyak coal-fields at our door. The Heidlemanns are building a railroad to it which will parallel mine in places, but the very nature of their enterprise foredooms it to failure."
"Indeed? How so?"
"My route is the better. By a rigid economy of expenditure, by a careful supervision of detail, I can effect a tremendous saving over their initial cost. I hope to convince them of the fact, and thus induce them to withdraw from the field or take over my road at--a reasonable figure. Negotiations are under way."