Bromley laughed. "You"ll have to get Mike to tell it, with the proper Irish frills. But the gist of it is this: You know these hogback hills--how they seem to be made up of all the geological odds and ends left over after the mountains were built. Mike swears they drove through limestone, sandstone, porphyry, fire-clay, chert, mica-schist, and _mud_ digging that tunnel; which the same, if true, doesn"t promise very well for the foundations of our dam."
"But the plans call for bed-rock under the masonry," Ballard objected.
"Oh, yes; and we have it--apparently. But some nights, when I"ve lain awake listening to the peculiar hollow roar of the water pounding through that tunnel, I"ve wondered if Doylan"s streak of mud mightn"t under-lie our bed-rock."
Ballard"s smile was good-naturedly tolerant.
"You"d be a better engineer, if you were not a musician, Loudon. You have too much imagination. Is that the colonel"s country house up yonder in the middle of our reservoir-that-is-to-be?"
"It is."
Ballard focussed his field-gla.s.s upon the tree-dotted knoll a mile away in the centre of the upper valley. It was an ideal building site for the spectacular purpose. On all sides the knoll sloped gently to the valley level; and the river, a placid vale-land stream in this upper reach, encircled three sides of the little hill. Among the trees, and distinguishable from them only by its right lines and gable angles, stood a n.o.ble house, built, as it seemed, of great tree-trunks with the bark on.
Ballard could imagine the inspiring outlook from the brown-pillared Greek portico facing westward; the majestic sweep of the enclosing hills, bare and with their rocky crowns worn into a thousand fantastic shapes; the uplift of the silent, snow-capped mountains to right and left; the vista of the broad, outer valley opening through the gap where the dam was building.
"The colonel certainly had an eye for the picturesque when he pitched upon that knoll for his building-site," was his comment. "How does he get the water up there to make all that greenery?"
"Pumps it, bless your heart! What few modern improvements you won"t find installed at Castle "Cadia aren"t worth mentioning. And, by the way, there is another grouch--we"re due to drown his power-pumping and electric plant at the portal of the upper canyon under twenty feet of our lake. More bad blood, and a lot more damages."
"Oh, d.a.m.n!" said Ballard; and he meant the imprecation, and not the pile of masonry which his predecessors had heaped up in the rocky chasm at his feet.
Bromley chuckled. "That is what the colonel is apt to say when you mention the Arcadia Company in his hearing. Do you blame him so very much?"
"Not I. If I owned a home like that, in a wilderness that I had discovered for myself, I"d fight for it to a finish. Last night when you showed me the true inwardness of this mix-up, I was sick and sorry. If I had known five days ago what I know now, you couldn"t have pulled me into it with a two-inch rope."
"On general principles?" queried Bromley curiously.
"Not altogether. Business is business; and you"ve intimated that the colonel is not so badly overmatched in the money field--and when all is said, it is a money fight with the long purse to win. But there is a personal reason why I, of all men in the world, should have stayed out.
I did not know it when I accepted Mr. Pelham"s offer, and now it is too late to back down. I"m a thousand times sorrier for Colonel Craigmiles than ever you can be, Loudon; but, as the chief engineer of the Arcadia Company, I"m pledged to obliterate him."
"That is precisely what he declares he will do to the company," laughed Bromley. "And there,"--pointing across the ravine to an iron-bound door closing a tunnel entrance in the opposite hillside--"is his advanced battery. That is the mine I was telling you about."
"H"m," said the new chief, measuring the distance with his eyes. "If that mining-claim is the regulation size, it doesn"t leave us much elbow room over there."
"It doesn"t leave us any--as I told you last night, the dam itself stands upon a portion of the claim. In equity, if there were any equity in a law fight against a corporation, the colonel could enjoin us right now. He hasn"t done it; he has contented himself with marking out that dead-line you can see over there just above our spillway. The colonel staked that out in Billy Sanderson"s time, and courteously informed us that trespa.s.sers would be potted from behind that barricade; that there was a machine-gun mounted just inside of that door which commanded the approaches. Just to see if he meant what he said, some of the boys rigged up a scarecrow dummy, and carefully pushed it over the line one evening after supper. I wasn"t here, but Fitzpatrick says the colonel"s Mexican garrison in the tunnel fairly set the air afire with a volley from the machine-gun."
Ballard said "H"m" again, and was silent what time they were climbing the hill to the quarries on their own side of the ravine. When he spoke, it was not of the stone the night shift had been getting out.
"Loudon, has it ever occurred to you that the colonel"s mine play is a very large-sized trump card? We can submerge the house, the grounds, and his improvements up yonder in the upper canyon and know approximately how much it is going to cost the company to pay the bill. But when the water backs up into that tunnel, we are stuck for whatever damages he cares to claim."
"Sure thing," said Bromley. "No one on earth will ever know whether we"ve swamped a five-million-dollar mine or a twenty-five-cent hole in the ground."
"That being the case, I mean to see the inside of that tunnel," Ballard went on doggedly. "I am sorry I allowed Mr. Pelham to let me in for this; but in justice to the people who pay my salary, I must know what we are up against over there."
"I don"t believe you will make any bad breaks in that direction,"
Bromley suggested. "If you try it by main strength and awkwardness, as Macpherson did, you"ll get what he very narrowly escaped--a young lead mine started inside of you by one of the colonel"s Mexican bandits. If you try it any other way, the colonel will be sure to spot you; and you go out of his good books and Miss Elsa"s--no invitations to the big house, no social alleviations, no ice-cream and cake, no heavenly summer nights when you can sit out on the Greek-pillared portico with a pretty girl, and forget for the moment that you are a buccaneering bully of labouring men, marooned, with a lot of dry-land pirates like yourself, in the Arcadia desert. No, my dear Breckenridge; I think it is safe to prophesy that you won"t do anything you say you will."
"Won"t I?" growled the new chief, looking at his watch. Then: "Let"s go down to breakfast." And, with a sour glance at the hill over which the roof-smashing rock of the previous night must have been hurled: "Don"t forget to tell Quinlan to be a little more sparing with his powder up here. Impress it on his mind that he is getting out building stone--not shooting the hill down for concrete."
VII
THE POLO PLAYERS
Ballard gave the Sat.u.r.day, his first day in the new field, to Bromley and the work on the dam, inspecting, criticising, suggesting changes, and otherwise adjusting the wheels of the complicated constructing mechanism at the Elbow Canyon nerve centre to run efficiently and smoothly, and at accelerated speed.
"That"s about all there is to say," he summed up to his admiring a.s.sistant, at the close of his first administrative day. "You"re keyed up to concert pitch all right, here, and the _tempo_ is not so bad. But "drive" is the word, Loudon. Wherever you see a chance to cut a corner, cut it. The Fitzpatricks are a little inclined to be slow and sure: crowd the idea into old Brian"s head that bonuses are earned by being swift and sure."
"Which means that you"re not going to stay here and drive the stone and concrete gangs yourself?" queried Bromley.
"That is what it means, for the present," replied the new chief; and at daybreak Monday morning he was off, bronco-back, to put in a busy fortnight quartering the field in all directions and getting in touch with the various subcontractors at the many subsidiary camps of ditch diggers and railroad builders scattered over the length and breadth of the Kingdom of Arcadia.
On one of the few nights when he was able to return to the headquarters camp for supper and lodging, Bromley proposed a visit to Castle "Cadia.
Ballard"s refusal was prompt and decided.
"No, Loudon; not for me, yet a while. I"m too tired to be anybody"s good company," was the form the refusal took. "Go gossiping, if you feel like it, but leave me out of the social game until I get a little better grip on the working details. Later on, perhaps, I"ll go with you and pay my respects to Colonel Craigmiles--but not to-night."
Bromley went alone and found that Ballard"s guess based upon his glimpse of the loaded buckboards _en route_ was borne out by the facts. Castle "Cadia was comfortably filled with a summer house-party; and Miss Craigmiles had given up her European yachting voyage to come home and play the hostess to her father"s guests.
Also, Bromley discovered that the colonel"s daughter drew her own conclusions from Ballard"s refusal to present himself, the discovery developing upon Miss Elsa"s frank statement of her convictions.
"I know your new tyrant," she laughed; "I have known him for ages. He won"t come to Castle "Cadia; he is afraid we might make him disloyal to his Arcadia Irrigation salt. You may tell him I said so, if you happen to remember it."
Bromley did remember it, but it was late when he returned to the camp at the canyon, and Ballard was asleep. And the next morning the diligent new chief was mounted and gone as usual long before the "turn-out"
whistle blew; for which cause Miss Elsa"s challenge remained undelivered; was allowed to lie until the dust of intervening busy days had quite obscured it.
It was on these scouting gallops to the outlying camps that Ballard defined the limits of the "hoodoo." Its influence, he found, diminished proportionately as the square of the distance from the headquarters camp at Elbow Canyon. But in the wider field there were hindrances of another and more tangible sort.
Bourke Fitzpatrick, the younger of the brothers in the contracting firm, was in charge of the ditch digging; and he had irritating tales to tell of the lawless doings of Colonel Craigmiles"s herdsmen.
"I"m telling you, Mr. Ballard, there isn"t anything them devils won"t be up to," he complained, not without bitterness. "One night they"ll uncouple every wagon on the job and throw the coupling-pins away; and the next, maybe, they"ll be stampeding the mules. Two weeks ago, on Dan Moriarty"s section, they came with men and horses in the dead of night, hitched up the sc.r.a.pers, and put a thousand yards of earth back into the ditch."
"Wear it out good-naturedly, if you can, Bourke; it is only horse-play,"
was Ballard"s advice. That grown men should seriously hope to defeat the designs of a great corporation by any such puerile means was inconceivable.
"Horse-play, is it?" snapped Fitzpatrick. "Don"t you believe it, Mr.
Ballard. I can take a joke with any man living; but this is no joke. It comes mighty near being war--with the sc.r.a.pping all on one side."
"A night guard?" suggested Ballard.
Fitzpatrick shook his head.
"We"ve tried that; and you"ll not get a man to patrol the work since Denny Flaherty took his medicine. The cow-punchers roped him and skidded him "round over the prairie till it took one of the men a whole blessed day to dig the cactus thorns out of him. And me paying both of them overtime. Would you call that a joke?"
Ballard"s reply revealed some latent doubt as to the justification for Bromley"s defense of Colonel Craigmiles"s fighting methods.