Before his departure Bruce had arranged with Porcupine Jim to load a toboggan with provisions and snowshoe down to Toy. Mr. Dill was delighted when he learned this fortunate circ.u.mstance, for it enabled him to make a trip to the river for the purpose, as he elaborately explained, of "looking out a power-site, and the best route to string the wires."
While he was gone, properties to the value of half a million in the aggregate changed hands--but no cash. It was like the good old days to come again, to see the embryo magnates whispering in corners, to feel once more a delicious sense of mystery and plotting in the air. Real estate advanced in leaps and bounds and "Lemonade Dan" overhauled the bar fixtures in the Bucket o" Blood, and stuffed a gunny-sack into a broken window pane with a view to opening up. In every shack there was an undercurrent of excitement and after the dull days of monotony few could calm themselves to a really good night"s sleep. They talked in thousands and the clerk"s stock of Cincos, that had been dead money on his hands for over three years, "moved" in three days--sold out to the last cigar!
When the time arrived that they had calculated Dill should return, even to the hour, the person who was coming back from the end of the snow tunnel at the front door of the Hinds House, that commanded a good view of the trail, always met someone going out to ask if there was "any sight of "em?" and he, in turn, took his stand at the mouth of the tunnel, until driven in by the cold. In this way, there was nearly always someone doing lookout duty.
Ore City"s brow was corrugated with anxiety when Dill and Porcupine Jim had exceeded by three days the time allotted them for their stay.
Wouldn"t it be like the camp"s confounded luck if Capital fell off of something and broke its neck?
Their relief was almost hysterical when one evening at sunset Lannigan shouted joyfully: "Here they come!"
They dashed through the tunnel to see Mr. Dill dragging one foot painfully after the other to the hotel. He seemed indifferent to the boisterous greeting, groaning merely:
"Oh-h-h, what a hill!"
"We been two days a makin" it," Jim vouchsafed cheerfully. "Last night we slept out on the snow."
"You seem some stove up." Uncle Bill eyed Dill critically. "And looks like you have fell off twenty pounds."
"Stove up!" exclaimed Dill plaintively. "Between Jim"s cooking and that hill I took up four notches in my belt. I wouldn"t make that trip again in winter if the Alaska Treadwell was awaiting me as a gift at the other end."
"You"ll git used to it," consoled Uncle Bill, "you"ll learn to like it when you"re down there makin" that there "juice." I mind the time I went to North Dakoty on a visit--I longed for one of these hills to climb to rest myself. The first day they set me out on the level, I ran away--it took four men to head me off."
"We found where we kin develop 250,000 jolts," Porcupine Jim announced.
"Volts, James," corrected Mr. Dill, and added, dryly, "Don"t start in to put up the plant until I get back."
He _was_ coming back then--he _was_! Figuratively, all Ore City fell at his feet, though strictly only two scrambled for the privilege of unbuckling his snow-shoes, and only three picked up his bag.
XI
THE GHOST AT THE BANQUET
T. Victor Sprudell"s dinner guests were soon to arrive, and Mr.
Sprudell"s pearl gray spats were twinkling up and down the corridor of Bartlesville"s best hotel, and back and forth between the private dining-room and the Room of Mystery adjoining, where mechanics of various kinds had been busy under his direction, for some days.
But now, so far as he could see, everything was in perfect working order and he had only to sit back and enjoy his triumph and receive congratulations; for once more Mr. Sprudell had demonstrated his versatile genius!
The invited guests came, all of them--a few because they wanted to, and the rest because they were afraid to stay away. Old Man "Gid" Rathburn, who cherished for Sprudell the same warm feeling of regard that he had for a rattlesnake, occupied the seat of honor, while John Z. Willetts, a local financier, whose closet contained a skeleton that Sprudell by industrious sleuthing had managed to unearth, was placed at his host"s left to enjoy himself as best he could. Adolph Gotts, who had the contract for the city paving and hoped to renew it, was present for the sole purpose, as he stated privately, of keeping the human catamount off his back. Others in the merry party were Abram Cone and Y. Fred Smart.
The dinner was the most elaborate the chef had been able to devise, the domestic champagne was as free as the air, and Mr. Sprudell, stimulated by the presence of the moneyed men of Bartlesville and his private knowledge of the importance of the occasion, was keyed up to his best.
Genial, beaming, he quoted freely from his French and Latin phrase-book and at every turn of the conversation was ready with appropriate verse--his own, mostly.
This was Mr. Sprudell"s only essay at promoting, but he knew how it was done. A good dinner, wine, cigars; and he had gone the ingenious guild of money-raisers one better by an actual, uncontrovertible demonstration of the safety and value of his scheme.
His personal friends already had an outline of the proposition, with the promise that they should hear more, and now, after a dash through "Spurr"s Geology Applied to Mining," he was prepared to tell them all that their restricted intelligences could comprehend.
When the right moment arrived, Mr. Sprudell arose impressively. In an attentive silence, he gave an instructive sketch of the history of gold-mining, beginning with the plundering expeditions of Darius and Alexander, touching lightly on the mines of Iberia which the Roman wrestled from the Carthagenians, and not forgetting, of course, the conquest of Mexico and Peru inspired by the desire for gold.
When his guests were properly impressed by the wide range of his reading, he skillfully brought the subject down to modern mines and methods, and at last to his own incredible good fortune, after hardships of which perhaps they already had heard, in securing one hundred and sixty acres of valuable placer-ground in the heart of a wild and unexplored country--a country so dangerous and inaccessible that he doubted very much if it had ever been trod by any white foot beside his own and old "Bill" Griswold"s.
The climax came when he dramatically announced his intention of making a stock company of his acquisition and permitting Bartlesville"s leading citizens to subscribe!
Mr. Sprudell"s guests received the news of the privilege which was to be accorded them in an unenthusiastic silence. In fact his unselfish kindness seemed to inspire uneasiness rather than grat.i.tude in Bartlesville"s leading citizens. They could bring themselves to swallow his dinners, but to be coerced into buying his mining stock was a decidedly bitter dose.
Well-meaning but tactless, Abe Cone expressed the general feeling, when he observed:
"I been stung once, already, and I ain"t lookin" for it again."
To everyone"s surprise Abe got off unscathed. In fact Mr. Sprudell laughed good-naturedly.
"Stung, Abe--that"s the word. And why?" He answered himself. "Because you were investing in something you did not understand."
"It _looked_ all right," Abe defended. "You could see the gold stickin"
out all over the rock, but I was "salted" so bad I never got enough to drink since. I don"t understand this placer-mining either, when it comes to that."
Adolph Gotts, who had been a butcher, specializing in sausage, before he became a city contractor, was about to say the same thing, when Sprudell interrupted triumphantly:
"Ah, but you will before I"m done." It was the moment for which he had waited. "Follow me, gentlemen."
He threw open the door of the adjoining room with a wide gesture, his face radiant with elation.
The company stared, and well it might, for at a signal a miniature placer mine started operation.
The hotel porter shovelled imported sand into a sluice-box through which a stream of water ran and at the end was the gold-saving device invented by Mr. Sprudell which was to revolutionize placer-mining!
The sand contained the gold-dust that represented half of Bruce"s laborious summer"s working and when Sprudell finally removed his coat and cleaned up the sluice boxes and the gold-saving machine, the residue left in the gold-pan was enough to give even a ""49"er" heart failure.
His triumph was complete. There was a note of awe even in Old Man "Gid"
Rathburn"s voice, while Abe Cone fairly grovelled as he inquired:
"Is it all like that? Where does it come from? How did it git into that dirt?"
Mr. Sprudell removed his eyegla.s.ses with great deliberation and pursed his lips:
"In my opinion," he said weightily--he might have been an eminent geologist giving his opinion of the conglomerate of the Rand banket, or Agricola elucidating his theory of vein formation--"in my opinion the gold found in this deposit was derived from the disintegration of gold-bearing rocks and veins in the mountains above. Chemical and mechanical processes are constantly freeing the gold from the rocks with which it is a.s.sociated and wind and water carry it to lower levels, where, as in this instance, it concentrates and forms what we call placers."
Mr. Sprudell spoke so slowly and chose his words with such care that the company received the impression that this theory of placer deposit was his own and in spite of their personal prejudice their admiration grew.
"As undoubtedly you know," continued Mr. Sprudell, tapping his gla.s.ses judicially upon the edge of the sluice-box, "the richest gold in all alluvial deposits--"
"What is an alluvial deposit?" inquired Abe Cone, eagerly.
Mr. Sprudell looked hard at Abram but did not answer, one reason being that he wished to rebuke the interruption, and another that he did not know. He reiterated: "The richest gold in all alluvial deposits is found upon bed-rock. This placer, gentlemen, is no exception and while it is pay-dirt from the gra.s.s roots and the intermediate sand and gravel abundantly rich to justify their exploitation by Capital, it is upon bed-rock that will be uncovered a fortune to dazzle the mind of man!