Snyder reappeared, and Saxton followed him into the house.
"It isn"t haunted or anything like that?" John asked, glancing over the long hall.
"No. They have a joke about that at Great River. They say the only reason is that there ain"t any idiot ghosts."
There was much in the place to appeal to Saxton"s quiet humor. The house was two stories high and there was a great hall, with an immense fireplace at one end. The sleeping rooms opened on a gallery above the hall. An effort had been made to give the house the appearance of Western wildness by introducing a great abundance of skins of wild beasts,--a highly dishonest bit of decorating, for they had been bought in Chicago. How else, indeed, would skins of German boars and Polar bears be found in a ranch house on the Platte River! Under one wing of the stairway, which divided to left and right at the center of the hall, was the dining-room; under the other was the ranch office.
"Those fellows thought a good deal of their stomachs," said Snyder, as Saxton opened and shut the empty drawers of the sideboard, which had been built into one end of the western wall of the room, in such a manner that a pane of gla.s.s, instead of a mirror, filled the center. The intention of this was obviously to utilize the sunset for decorative purposes, and Saxton chuckled as he comprehended the idea.
"I suppose our mortgage covers the sunset, too," he said. Nearly every portable thing of value had been removed, and evidently in haste; but the heavy oak chairs and the table remained. Snyder did his own modest cooking in the kitchen, which was in great disorder. The floor of the office was littered with sc.r.a.ps of paper. The original tenants had evidently made a quick settlement of their business affairs before leaving. Snyder slept here; his blanket lay in a heap on the long bench that was built into one side of the room, and a battered valise otherwise marked it as his lodging place. Saxton viewed the room with disgust; it was more like a kennel than a bedroom. His foot struck something on the floor; it was a silver letter-seal bearing the peculiar Poindexter brand, and he thrust it into his pocket with a laugh.
"My ranching wasn"t so bad after all," he muttered.
"What"s that?" asked Snyder, who was stolidly following him about.
"Nothing. If you have a pony we"ll take a ride around the fences."
They spent the day in the saddle riding over the range. The ridiculous character of the Poindexter undertaking could not spoil the real value of the land. There was, Saxton could see, the making here of a great farming property; he felt his old interest in outdoor life quickening as he rode back to the house in the evening.
Snyder cooked supper for both of them, while Saxton repaired a decrepit windmill which had been designed to supply the house with water. He had formed a poor opinion of the caretaker, who seemed to know nothing of the property and who had, as far as he could see, no well defined duties. The man struck him as an odd person for the bank to have chosen to be the custodian of a ranch property. There was nothing for any one to do unless the range were again stocked and cattle raising undertaken as a serious business. Saxton was used to rough men and their ways. He had a happy faculty of adapting himself to the conversational capacities of illiterate men, and enjoyed drawing them out and getting their point of view; but Snyder"s was not a visage that inspired confidence. He had a great shock of black hair and a scraggy beard. He lacked an eye, and he had a habit of drawing his head around in order to accommodate his remaining orb to any necessity. He did this with an insinuating kind of deliberation that became tiresome in a long interview.
"This place is too fancy to be of much use," the man vouchsafed, puffing at his pipe. "You may find some dude that wants to plant money where another dude has dug the first hole; but I reckon you"ll have a hard time catching him. A real cattleman wouldn"t care for all this house. It might be made into a stable, but a horse would look ridiculous in here.
You might have a corn crib made out of it; or it would do for a hotel if you could get dudes to spend the summer here; but I reckon it"s a little hot out here for summer boarders."
"The only real value is in the land," said Saxton. "I"m told there"s no better on the river. The house is a handicap, or would be so regarded by the kind of men who make money out of cattle. Have you ever tried rounding up the cattle that strayed through the fences? The Poindexter crowd must have branded their last calves about two years ago. a.s.suming that only a part of them was sold or run off, there ought to be some two-year-olds still loose in this country and they"d be worth finding."
Snyder took his pipe from his mouth and snorted. "Yer jokin" I guess.
These fellers around here are good fellers, and all that, but I guess they don"t give anything back. I guess we ain"t got any cattle coming to us."
"You think you"d rather not try it?"
"Not much!" was the expressive reply. The fellow smoked slowly, bringing his eye into position to see how Saxton had taken his answer.
John was refilling his own pipe and did not look up.
"Who"ve you been reporting to, Snyder?"
"How"s that?"
"Who have you been considering yourself responsible to?"
"Well, Jim Wheaton at the Clarkson National hired me, and I reckon I"d report to him if I reported to anybody. But if you"re going to run this shebang and want to be reported to, I guess I can report to you." He brought his turret around again and Saxton this time met his eye.
"I want you to report to me," said John quietly. "In the first place I want the house and the other buildings cleaned out. After that the fences must be put in shape. And then we"ll see if we can"t find some of our cows. You can"t tell; we may open up a real ranch here and go into business."
Snyder was sprawling at his ease in a Morris chair, and had placed his feet on a barrel. He did not seem interested in the activities hinted at.
"Well, if you"re the boss I"ll do it your way. I got along all right with Wheaton."
He did not say whether he intended to submit to authority or not, and Saxton dropped the discussion. John rose and found a candle with which he lighted himself to bed in one of the rooms above. The whole place was dirty and desolate. The house had never been filled save once, and that was on the occasion of a housewarming which Poindexter and his fellows had given when they first took possession. One of their friends had chartered a private car and had brought out a party of young men and women, who had enlivened the house for a few days; but since then no woman had entered the place. In the Poindexter days it had been carefully kept, but now it was in a sorry plight. There had been a whole year of neglect and vacancy, in which the house had been used as a meeting place for the wilder spirits of the neighborhood, who had not hesitated to carry off whatever pleased their fancy and could be put on the back of a horse. Saxton chose for himself the least disorderly of the rooms, in which the furniture was whole, and where there were even a few books lying about. He determined to leave for Clarkson the following morning, and formulated in his mind the result of his journey and plans for the future of the incongruous combination of properties that had been entrusted to him. He sat for an hour looking out over the moon-lit valley. He followed the long sweep of the plain, through which he could see for miles the bright ribbon of the river. A train of cars rumbled far away, on the iron trail between the two oceans, intensifying the loneliness of the strange house.
"I seem to find only the lonely places," he said aloud, setting his teeth hard into his pipe.
In the morning he ate the breakfast of coffee, hard-tack and bacon which Snyder prepared.
"I guess you want me to hustle things up a little," said Snyder, more amiably than on the day before. He turned his one eye and his grin on Saxton, who merely said that matters must take a new turn, and that if a ranch could be made out of the place there was no better time to begin than the present. He had not formulated plans for the future, and could not do so without the consent and approval of his princ.i.p.als; but he meant to put the property in as good condition as possible without waiting for instructions. Snyder rode with him to the railway station.
"Give my regards to Mr. Wheaton," he said, as Saxton swung himself into the train. "You"ll find me here at the old stand when you come back."
"A queer customer and undoubtedly a bad lot," was Saxton"s reflection.
When Saxton had written out the report of his trip he took it to Wheaton, to get his suggestions before forwarding it to Boston. He looked upon the cashier as his predecessor, and wished to avail himself of Wheaton"s knowledge of the local conditions affecting the several properties that had now pa.s.sed to his care. Wheaton undoubtedly wished to be of a.s.sistance, and in their discussion of the report, the cashier made many suggestions of value, of which Saxton was glad to avail himself.
"As to the Poindexter place," said Saxton finally, "I"ve been advertising it for sale in the hope of finding a buyer, but without results. The people at headquarters can"t bother about the details of these things, but I"m blessed if I can see why we should maintain a caretaker. There"s nothing there to take care of. That house is worse than useless. I"m going back in a few days to see if I can"t coax home some of the cattle we"re ent.i.tled to; they must be wandering over the country,--if they haven"t been rustled, and then I suppose we may as well dispense with Snyder."
He had used the plural p.r.o.noun out of courtesy to Wheaton, wishing him to feel that his sanction was asked in any changes that were made.
"I don"t see that there"s anything else to do," Wheaton answered. "I"ve been to the ranch, and there"s little personal property there worth caring for. That man Snyder came along one day and asked for a job and I sent him out there thinking he"d keep things in order until the Trust Company sent its own representative here."
There were times when Wheaton"s black eyes contracted curiously, and this was one of the times.
"I don"t like discharging a man that you"ve employed," Saxton replied.
"Oh, that"s all right. You can"t keep him if he performs no service.
Don"t trouble about him on my account. How soon are you going back there?"
"Next week some time."
"Traveling about the country isn"t much fun," Wheaton said, sympathetically.
"Oh, I rather like it," replied Saxton, putting on his hat.
Saxton was not surprised when he returned to the ranch to find that Snyder had made no effort to obey his instructions. He made his visit unexpectedly, leaving the train at Great River, where he secured a horse and rode over to the ranch. He reached the house in the middle of the morning and found the front door bolted and barred on the inside. After much pounding he succeeded in bringing Snyder to the door, evidently both surprised and displeased at his interruption.
"Howdy, boss," was the salutation of the frowsy custodian; "I wasn"t feeling just right to-day and was takin" a little nap."
The great hall showed signs of a carousal. The dirt had increased since Saxton"s first appearance. Empty bottles that had been doing service as candlesticks stood in their greasy shrouds on the table. Saxton sat down on a keg, which had evidently been recently emptied, and lighted a pipe.
He resolved to make quick work of Snyder.
"How many cattle have you rounded up since I was here?" he demanded.
"Well, to tell the truth," began Snyder, "there ain"t been much time for doing that since you was here."
"No; I suppose you were busy mending fences and cleaning house. Now you have been drawing forty dollars a month for doing nothing. I"ll treat you better than you deserve and give you ten dollars bonus to get out. I believe the pony in the corral belongs to you. We"ll let it go at that.
Here"s your money."
"Well, I guess as Mr. Wheaton hired me, he"d better fire me," the fellow began, bringing his eye to bear upon Saxton.
"Yes, I spoke to Mr. Wheaton about you. He understands that you"re to go."