"What"s his rank?"

"Colonel--he"s got about seventy ragam.u.f.fins."

"What did he do before he quit work?"

"Sheep-herder."

"Very well." d.i.c.k"s utterance was quick and sharp. "You"ve got to play-act. Become a patriot. Hike back as fast as G.o.d will let you.

Sweeten this Raoul Bena. He"ll see through your play, or he"s no Mexican. Sweeten him and tell him you"ll make him a general---a second Villa."

"Lord, Lord, yes, but how?" Jeremy Braxton demanded.

"By putting him at the head of an army of five thousand. Lay off the men. Make him make them volunteer. We"re safe, because Huerta is doomed. Tell him you"re a real patriot. Give each man a rifle. We"ll stand that for a last gouge, and it will prove you a patriot. Promise every man his job back when the war is over. Let them and Raoul Bena depart with your blessing. Keep on the pumping force only. And if we cut out profits for a year or so, at the same time we are cutting down losses. And perhaps we won"t have to flood old Harvest after all."

Paula smiled to herself at d.i.c.k"s solution as she stole back down the spiral on her way to the music room. She was depressed, but not by the Harvest Group situation. Ever since her marriage there had always been trouble in the working of the Mexican mines d.i.c.k had inherited. Her depression was due to her having missed her morning greeting to him.

But this depression vanished at meeting Graham, who had lingered with Ware at the piano and who, at her coming, was evidencing signs of departure.

"Don"t run away," she urged. "Stay and witness a spectacle of industry that should nerve you up to starting on that book d.i.c.k has been telling me about."

CHAPTER XVI

On d.i.c.k"s face, at lunch, there was no sign of trouble over the Harvest Group; nor could anybody have guessed that Jeremy Braxton"s visit had boded anything less gratifying than a report of unfailing earnings.

Although Adolph Weil had gone on the early morning train, which advertised that the business which had brought him had been transacted with d.i.c.k at some unheard of hour, Graham discovered a greater company than ever at the table. Besides a Mrs. Tully, who seemed a stout and elderly society matron, and whom Graham could not make out, there were three new men, of whose ident.i.ty he gleaned a little: a Mr. Gulhuss, State Veterinary; a Mr. Deacon, a portrait painter of evident note on the Coast; and a Captain Lester, then captain of a Pacific Mail liner, who had sailed skipper for d.i.c.k nearly twenty years before and who had helped d.i.c.k to his navigation.

The meal was at its close, and the superintendent was glancing at his watch, when d.i.c.k said:

"Jeremy, I want to show you what I"ve been up to. We"ll go right now.

You"ll have time on your way to the train."

"Let us all go," Paula suggested, "and make a party of it. I"m dying to see it myself, d.i.c.k"s been so obscure about it."

Sanctioned by d.i.c.k"s nod, she was ordering machines and saddle horses the next moment.

"What is it?" Graham queried, when she had finished.

"Oh, one of d.i.c.k"s stunts. He"s always after something new. This is an invention. He swears it will revolutionize farming--that is, small farming. I have the general idea of it, but I haven"t seen it set up yet. It was ready a week ago, but there was some delay about a cable or something concerning an adjustment."

"There"s billions in it... if it works," d.i.c.k smiled over the table.

"Billions for the farmers of the world, and perhaps a trifle of royalty for me... if it works."

"But what is it?" O"Hay asked. "Music in the dairy barns to make the cows give down their milk more placidly?"

"Every farmer his own plowman while sitting on his front porch," d.i.c.k baffled back. "In fact, the labor-eliminating intermediate stage between soil production and sheer laboratory production of food. But wait till you see it. Gulhuss, this is where I kill my own business, if it works, for it will do away with the one horse of every ten-acre farmer between here and Jericho."

In ranch machines and on saddle animals, the company was taken a mile beyond the dairy center, where a level field was fenced squarely off and contained, as d.i.c.k announced, just precisely ten acres.

"Behold," he said, "the one-man and no-horse farm where the farmer sits on the porch. Please imagine the porch."

In the center of the field was a stout steel pole, at least twenty feet in height and guyed very low.

From a drum on top of the pole a thin wire cable ran to the extreme edge of the field and was attached to the steering lever of a small gasoline tractor. About the tractor two mechanics fluttered. At command from d.i.c.k they cranked the motor and started it on its way.

"This is the porch," d.i.c.k said. "Just imagine we"re all that future farmer sitting in the shade and reading the morning paper while the manless, horseless plowing goes on."

Alone, unguided, the drum on the head of the pole in the center winding up the cable, the tractor, at the circ.u.mference permitted by the cable, turned a single furrow as it described a circle, or, rather, an inward trending spiral about the field.

"No horse, no driver, no plowman, nothing but the farmer to crank the tractor and start it on its way," d.i.c.k exulted, as the uncanny mechanism turned up the brown soil and continued unguided, ever spiraling toward the field"s center. "Plow, harrow, roll, seed, fertilize, cultivate, harvest--all from the front porch. And where the farmer can buy juice from a power company, all he, or his wife, will have to do is press the b.u.t.ton, and he to his newspaper, and she to her pie-crust."

"All you need, now, to make it absolutely perfect," Graham praised, "is to square the circle."

"Yes," Mr. Gulhuss agreed. "As it is, a circle in a square field loses some acreage."

Graham"s face advertised a mental arithmetic trance for a minute, when he announced: "Loses, roughly, three acres out of every ten."

"Sure," d.i.c.k concurred. "But the farmer has to have his front porch somewhere on his ten acres. And the front porch represents the house, the barn, the chicken yard and the various outbuildings. Very well. Let him get tradition out of his mind, and, instead of building these things in the center of his ten acres, let him build them on the three acres of fringe. And let him plant his fruit and shade trees and berry bushes on the fringe. When you come to consider it, the traditionary method of erecting the buildings in the center of a rectangular ten acres compels him to plow around the center in broken rectangles."

Gulhuss nodded enthusiastically. "Sure. And there"s always the roadway from the center out to the county road or right of way. That breaks the efficiency of his plowing. Break ten acres into the consequent smaller rectangles, and it"s expensive cultivation."

"Wish navigation was as automatic," was Captain Lester"s contribution.

"Or portrait painting," laughed Rita Wainwright with a significant glance at Mr. Deacon.

"Or musical criticism," Lute remarked, with no glance at all, but with a pointedness of present company that brought from O"Hay:

"Or just being a charming young woman."

"What price for the outfit?" Jeremy Braxton asked.

"Right now, we could manufacture and lay down, at a proper profit, for five hundred. If the thing came into general use, with up to date, large-scale factory methods, three hundred. But say five hundred. And write off fifteen per cent, for interest and constant, it would cost the farmer seventy dollars a year. What ten-acre farmer, on two-hundred-dollar land, who keeps books, can keep a horse for seventy dollars a year? And on top of that, it would save him, in labor, personal or hired, at the abjectest minimum, two hundred dollars a year."

"But what guides it?" Rita asked.

"The drum on the post. The drum is graduated for the complete radius--which took some tall figuring, I a.s.sure you--and the cable, winding around the drum and shortening, draws the tractor in toward the center."

"There are lots of objections to its general introduction, even among small farmers," Gulhuss said.

d.i.c.k nodded affirmation.

"Sure," he replied. "I have over forty noted down and cla.s.sified. And I"ve as many more for the machine itself. If the thing is a success, it will take a long time to perfect it and introduce it."

Graham found himself divided between watching the circling tractor and casting glances at the picture Paula Forrest was on her mount. It was her first day on The Fawn, which was the Palomina mare Hennessy had trained for her. Graham smiled with secret approval of her femininity; for Paula, whether she had designed her habit for the mare, or had selected one most peculiarly appropriate, had achieved a triumph.

In place of a riding coat, for the afternoon was warm, she wore a tan linen blouse with white turnback collar. A short skirt, made like the lower part of a riding coat, reached the knees, and from knees to entrancing little bespurred champagne boots tight riding trousers showed. Skirt and trousers were of fawn-colored silk corduroy. Soft white gauntlets on her hands matched with the collar in the one emphasis of color. Her head was bare, the hair done tight and low around her ears and nape of neck.

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