"That"s about what will happen. The good positions are filled by good men, for the most part, but Mrs. Cortlandt has asked it, and you"re elected. You don"t mind my frankness, I hope?"
"Certainly not. I just didn"t happen to look at it in this light."
Kirk felt a vivid sense of discomfort as the keen eyes of his companion dwelt upon him. "As a matter of fact, I dare say I don"t need a good job half as badly as some of these married fellows. I suppose there is room at the bottom, and a fellow can work up?"
"If he has it in him."
"I think I"ll start there."
"Oh, come, now," laughed the Master of Transportation, "that sort of thing isn"t done. You have the chance, and you"d be foolish to let it slip. I don"t blame you; I"d do the same under the circ.u.mstances. It"s merely a condition we"ve all got to face."
"Just the same, I don"t like the idea. I"d feel uncomfortable if I met some capable fellow whom I"d robbed of his chance. It"s hard work to be uncomfortable, and I don"t like hard work, you know."
Runnels shook his head doubtfully as if questioning the genuineness of this att.i.tude.
"I"m afraid you"re a poor business man," he said.
"Rotten!" Kirk admitted. "But I"ve an idea I can make good if I try."
"If you feel that way, I certainly will help you," said the other, warmly. "Of course, I"ll try to help you anyhow, but--I like your spirit. With Mrs. Cortlandt to back me up, I"ll see you go forward as fast as you deserve."
By now they were out of the Cut and once more upon the main line at Bas Obispo, heading back toward the Pacific.
"You asked me to tell you something about her," Runnels continued.
"Yes."
"I"m not sure my information is entirely correct, but, knowing who she is, I think I understand why she is in Panama. It is politics --big politics. The Spiggoties have an election next year, and it is necessary to get our wires well laid before it comes off.
General Alfarez will probably be the next president."
"Alfarez! Not Ramon?"
"His father. You know we Americans occupy a peculiar position here, set down as we are in the midst of an alien people who hate us. Oh, they hate us, all right--all except a few of the better cla.s.s."
"Why?"
"There are a good many reasons. For one thing, there"s a sort of racial antipathy. You don"t like them, do you? Well, they don"t like you, either, and the same feeling exists from Mexico to Patagonia, although it is strongest in these regions. It is partly the resentment of an inferior race, I suppose. Then, too, when we stole Panama we made the Colombians sore, and all Central America besides, for they realized that once we Yankees got a foothold here we"d hang on and not only dominate this country but all the neighboring republics as well. That"s just what we"re beginning to do; that"s why the Cortlandts are here. The stage is clearing for a big political drama, Mr. Anthony, which may mean the end of Latin Central America."
"I had gathered something of the sort--but I had no idea there was so much in it."
"The United States must protect its Ca.n.a.l, and to that end it is building "stone quarries" on Ancon Hill which are really fortifications. American capital is coming in here, too, and in order to protect the whole thing we must dominate Panama itself.
Once that is done, all the countries between here and the Texas border will begin to feel our influence. Why, Costa Rica is already nothing but a fruit farm owned by a Boston corporation. Of course, n.o.body can forecast the final result, but the Mexicans, the Hondurans, the Guatemalans, and the others have begun to feel it, and that"s why the anti-American sentiment is constantly growing. You don"t read much about it in the papers, but just live here for a while and you"ll find out."
"Oh, I have," Kirk acknowledged, dryly. "But we don"t want these jungle countries."
"That"s where you"re wrong. By-and-by we"ll need room to expand, and when that time comes we"ll move south, not north or west.
Tropical America is richer than all our great Northwest, and we"ll grab it sooner or later. Meanwhile our far-sighted government is smoothing the way, and there"s n.o.body better fitted for the preliminary work than Mr. Stephen Cortlandt, of Washington, D. C., husband and clerk of the smartest woman in the business of chaperoning administrations."
"Oh, see here, now, Cortlandt is more than a clerk."
"He"s an errand-boy. He knows it, she knows it, and a few other people know it. He"s the figurehead behind which she works. She"s a rich woman, she loves the game--her father was the greatest diplomat of his time, you know--and she married Cortlandt so she could play it. Any other man would have served as well, though I"ve heard that he showed promise before she blotted him out and absorbed him. But now he"s merely her power of attorney."
Anthony pursed his lips into a whistle of astonishment. As usual, he reflected, his judgment had been strictly college-made.
"It"s been a good thing for him," Runnels ran on, evidently warmed to his subject. "She"s made his reputation; he has money and position. For my part, I"d rather remain insignificant and have a real wife, even if she does have hysterics over a club b.u.t.ton."
"Don"t they love each other?"
"n.o.body knows. She"s carved out of ice, and, as for him, well, grat.i.tude is a good deal like rust--in time it destroys the thing it clings to. I suppose I"m talking too much, but others would tell you the same things. I consider her the smartest woman I ever met, and I admire her immensely. You are mighty fortunate to be her friend. She"ll force you to the top in spite of yourself."
"I"m not sure I like that. It doesn"t sound good."
"Oh, don"t misconstrue what I"ve said," Runnels hastened to add.
"She isn"t that sort."
"I didn"t mean that," said Kirk, briefly, and lapsed into a silence from which he roused only to discuss the details of his coming work.
It was with quite a different eye that he looked upon his host and hostess that evening. To his genuine liking for the latter was now added a worshipful admiration and a boyish gratification at her regard, which rather put her at a distance. When she questioned him on their way to the Plaza for the band concert later in the evening, he told her of his trip and of Runnels"
kindness.
"It"s all settled," said he. "I"m going to work in a few days as train collector."
"What?" Mrs. Cortlandt turned upon him sharply. "Runnels didn"t offer you that sort of position?" Her eyes were dark with indignation. Kirk promptly came to the defence of his new friend.
"No, I asked for it."
"Oh, I see. Well, he will do much better by you than that."
"I don"t want anything better to start with."
"But, my dear boy, a collector is merely a conductor. He takes tickets."
"Sure! I can DO that. I might fail at something hard."
"No, no, no! I"ll see that you don"t fail. Don"t you understand?"
"I understand a lot more than I did, Mrs. Cortlandt. That"s why I don"t want to rob some chap of a job he"s ent.i.tled to, and I sha"n"t. There"s a collector quitting shortly."
She stared at him curiously for a moment before inquiring:
"Is that really the reason, or do you think the work will be easier?"
Kirk stirred uncomfortably. "Oh, I"m not trying to dodge anything," he maintained. "On the contrary, the most amazing thing has happened--something I can"t quite understand. I--I really want to work. Funny, isn"t it? I didn"t know people ever got that way, but--I"d like to help build this Ca.n.a.l."
"But a CONDUCTOR! Why, you"re a gentleman."
"My dad was a brakeman."
"Don"t be foolish. Runnels talks too much. He"ll offer you something better than that."