"That was it," said Amy wisely. "I know you better than you do yourself.
You don"t suppose," she cried, as a new thought alarmed her, "that Oldham has told the prosecuting attorney that your evidence would be valuable."
Bob shook his head.
"The trial is next week," he pointed out. "In case the prosecution had intended calling me, I should have been summoned long since. There"s dust; they are coming. You"d better stay here."
She agreed readily to this. After a moment a light wagon drove up. On the seat perched Welton and Ware. Bob climbed in behind.
They drove rapidly down to the forks, stopped and hitched the team.
"Ware"s been telling me the whole situation, Bobby," said Welton. "That gang"s getting pretty desperate! I"ve heard of this man Oldham around this country for a long while, but I always understood he was interested against the Power Company."
"Bluff," said Bob briefly. "He"s been in their employ from the first, but I never thought he"d go in for quite this kind of strong-arm work.
He doesn"t look it, do you think?"
"I never laid eyes on him," replied Welton. "He"s never been near the mill, and I never happened to run across him anywhere else."
By this time they had secured the team. Ware led the way to the tree under which lay the body of the land agent. Welton surveyed the prostrate figure for some time in silence. Then turned to Bob, a curious expression on his face.
"It wasn"t an accident that I never met him," said he. "He saw to it.
Don"t you remember this man, Bobby?"
"I saw him in Los Angeles some years ago."
"Before that--in Michigan--many years ago."
"His face has always seemed familiar to me," said Bob slowly. "I can"t place it--yes--hold on!"
A picture defined itself from the mists of his boyhood memories. It was of an open field, with a fringe of beech woods in the distance. A single hickory stood near its centre, and under this a group lounged, smoking pipes. A man, perched on a cracker box, held a blank book and pencil.
Another stood by a board, a gun in his hand. The smell of black powder hung in the atmosphere. Little gla.s.s b.a.l.l.s popped into the air, and were snuffed out. He saw Oldham distinctly, looking younger and browner, but with the same cynical mouth, the same cold eyes, the same slanted eyegla.s.ses. Even before his recollections reproduced the scorer"s drawling voice calling the next contestant, his memory supplied the name.
"It"s Newmark!" he cried aloud.
"Joe Newmark, your father"s old partner! He hasn"t changed much. He disappeared from Michigan when you were about eight years old; didn"t he! n.o.body ever knew how or why, but everybody had suspicions.... Well; let"s get him in."
They disposed the body in the wagon, and drove back up the road. At the little brook they stopped to let off Ware. It was agreed that all danger to Bob was now past, and that the gun-man would do better to accompany Amy back to headquarters. Of course, it would be necessary to work the whole matter out at the coroner"s inquest, but in view of the circ.u.mstances, Ware"s safety was a.s.sured.
At the mill the necessary telephoning was done, the officials summoned, and everything put in order.
"What I really started over to see you about," then said Bob to Welton, "is this matter of the Modoc Company." He went on to explain fully Amy"s plan for checkmating Baker. "You see, if I get in my word first, Baker is as much implicated as you are, and it won"t do him any good to turn state"s evidence."
"I don"t see as that helps me," remarked Welton gloomily.
"Baker might be willing to put himself in any position," said Bob; "but I doubt if he"ll care to take the risk of criminal punishment. I think this will head him off completely; but if it doesn"t, every move he makes to save his own skin saves yours too."
"It may do some good," agreed Welton. "Try it."
"I"ve already written Baker. But I didn"t want you to think I was starting up the bloodhounds against you without some blame good reason."
"I"d know that anyway, Bobby," said Welton kindly. He stared moodily at the stovepipe. "This is getting too thick for an old-timer," he broke out at last. "I"m just a plain, old-fashioned lumberman, and all I know is to cut lumber. I pa.s.s this mess up. I wired your father he"d better come along out."
"Is he coming?" asked Bob eagerly.
"I just got a message over the "phone from the telegraph office. He"ll be in White Oaks as fast as he can get there. Didn"t I tell you?"
"Wire him aboard train to go through to Fremont, and that we"ll meet him there," said Bob instantly. "It"s getting about time to beard the lion in his den."
x.x.xVII
The coroner"s inquest detained Bob over until the week following. In it Amy"s testimony as to the gun-man"s appearance and evident intention was quite sufficient to excuse Ware"s shooting; and the fact that Oldham, as he was still known, instead of Saleratus Bill, received the bullet was evidently sheer unavoidable accident. Bob"s testimony added little save corroboration. As soon as he could get away, he took the road to Fremont.
Orde was awaiting his son at the station. Bob saw the straight, heavy figure, the tanned face with the snow-white moustache, before the train had come to a stop. Full of eagerness, he waved his hat over the head of the outraged porter barricaded on the lower steps by his customary acc.u.mulation of suit cases.
"Hullo, dad! Hullo, there!" he shouted again and again, quite oblivious to the amus.e.m.e.nt of the other pa.s.sengers over this tall and bronzed young man"s enthusiasm.
Orde caught sight of his son at last; his face lit up, and he, too, swung his hat. A moment later they had clasped hands.
After the first greetings, Bob gave his suit case in charge to the hotel bus-man.
"We"ll take a little walk up the street and talk things over," he suggested.
They sauntered slowly up the hill and down the side streets beneath the pepper and acacia trees of Fremont"s beautiful thoroughfares. So absorbed did they become that they did not realize in the slightest where they were going, so that at last they had topped the ridge and, from the stretch of the Sunrise Drive, they looked over into the canon.
"So you"ve been getting into trouble, have you?" chaffed Orde, as they left the station.
"I don"t know about that," Bob rejoined. "I do know that there are quite a number of people in trouble."
Orde laughed.
"Tell me about this Welton difficulty," said he. "Frank Taylor has our own matters well in hand. The opposition won"t gain much by digging up that old charge against the integrity of our land t.i.tles. We"ll count that much wiped off the slate."
"I"m glad to hear it," said Bob heartily. "Well, the trouble with Mr.
Welton is that the previous administration held him up--" He detailed the aspects of the threatened bribery case; while Orde listened without comment. "So," he concluded, "it looked at first as if they rather had him, if I testified. It had me guessing. I hated the thought of getting a man like Mr. Welton in trouble of that sort over a case in which he was no way interested."
"What did you decide?" asked Orde curiously.
"I decided to testify."
"That"s right."
"I suppose so. I felt a little better about it, because they had me in the same boat. That let me out in my own feelings, naturally."
"How?" asked Orde swiftly.
"There had been trouble up there between Plant--you remember I wrote you of the cattle difficulties?"