"If they"s anythin" worse than a--of a--comes out in the next fifty year, he"ll be it!" stormed Austin. "But, d.a.m.n it," he added, "the little devil"s worse"n a catamount for fight!"
Thorne was little communicative, but after he and Bob became better acquainted the Inspector would tell something of his past inspections.
All up and down the Sierras he had unearthed enough petty fraud and inefficiency to send a half-dozen men to jail and to break another half-dozen from the ranks.
"And the Office has upheld me right along," said Thorne in answer to Bob"s scepticism regarding government sincerity. "The Office is all right; don"t make any mistake on that. It"s just a question of getting at it. I admit the system is all wrong, where the complaints can"t get direct to the chiefs; but that"s what I"m here for. This Plant is one of the easiest cases I"ve tackled yet. I"ve got direct evidence six times over to put him over the road. He"ll go behind the bars sure. As for the cattle situation, it"s a crying disgrace and a shame. There"s no earthly reason under the regulations why Simeon Wright should bring cattle in at all; and I"ll see that next year he doesn"t."
At the end of two weeks Thorne had finished his work and departed. The mountain people with whom he had come in contact liked and trusted him in spite of his brusque and business-like manners. He could shoot, pack a horse, ride and follow trail, swing an axe as well as any of them. He knew what he was talking about. He was square. The mountain men "happened around"--such of them as were not in back with the cattle--to wish him farewell.
"Good-bye, boys," said he. "You"ll see me again. I"m glad to have had a chance to straighten things out a little. Don"t lose faith in Uncle Sam.
He"ll do well by you when you attract his attention."
Fully a week after his departure Plant returned and took his accustomed place in the community. He surveyed his old const.i.tuents with a slightly sardonic eye, but had little to say.
About this time Bob moved up on the mountain. He breathed in a distinct pleasure over again finding himself among the pines, in the cool air, with the clean, aromatic woods-work. The Meadow Lake was completely surrounded by camps this year. Several canvas boats were on the lake.
Bob even welcomed the raucous and confused notes of several phonographs going at full speed. After the heat and dust and brown of the lower hills, this high country was inexpressibly grateful.
At headquarters he found Welton rolling about, jovial, good-natured, efficient as ever. With him was Baker.
"Well," said Bob to the latter. "Where did you get by me? I didn"t know you were here."
"Oh, I blew in the other day. Didn"t have time to stop below; and, besides, I was saving my strength for your partner here." He looked at Welton ruefully. "I thought I"d come up and get that water-rights matter all fixed up in a few minutes, and get back to supper. Nothing doing!"
"This smooth-faced pirate," explained Welton, "offers to take our water if we"ll pay him for doing it, as near as I can make out--that is, if we"ll supply the machinery to do it with. In return he"ll allow us the privilege of buying back what we are going to need for household purposes. I tell him this is too liberal. We cannot permit him to rob himself. Since he has known our esteemed fellow-citizen, Mr. Plant, he"s falling into that gentleman"s liberal views."
Baker grinned at his accusor appreciatively, but at the mention of Plant"s name Bob broke in.
"Plant"s landed," said he briefly. "They"ve got him. Prison bars for his."
"What?" cried Welton and Baker in a breath.
Bob explained; telling them of Thorne, his record, methods, and the definite evidence he had acquired. Long before he had finished both men relaxed from their more eager attention.
"That all?" commented Baker. "From what you said I thought he was in the bastile!"
"He will be shortly," said Bob. "They"ve got the evidence direct. It"s an open-and-shut case."
Baker merely grinned.
"But Thorne"s jugged them all up the range," persisted Bob. "He"s convicted a whole lot of them--men who have been at it for years."
"H"m," said Baker.
"But how can they dodge it?" cried Bob. "They can"t deny the evidence!
The Department has upheld Thorne warmly."
"Sure," said Baker.
"Well," concluded Bob. "Do you mean to say that they"ll have the nerve to pa.s.s over such direct evidence as that?"
"Don"t know anything about it," replied Baker briefly. "I only know results when I see them. These other little grafters that your man Thorne has b.u.mped off probably haven"t any drag."
"Well, what does Plant amount to once he"s exposed?" challenged Bob.
"I haven"t figured it out on the Scribner scale," admitted Baker, "but I know what happens when you try to b.u.mp him. Bet you a thousand dollars I do," he shot at Welton. "It isn"t the wraith-like Plant you run up against; it"s _interests_."
"Well, I don"t believe yet a great government will keep in a miserable, petty thief like Plant against the direct evidence of a man like Thorne!" stated Bob with some heat.
"Listen," said Baker kindly. "That isn"t the sc.r.a.p. Thorne _vs._ Plant--looks like easy money on Thorne, eh? Well, now, Plant has a drag with Chairman Gay; don"t know what it is, but it"s a good one, a peacherino. We know because we"ve trained some heavy guns on it ourselves, and it"s stood the shock. All right. Now it"s up to Chairman Gay to support his cousin. Then there"s old Simeon Wright. Where would he get off at without Plant? He"s going to do a little missionary work.
Simeon owns Senator Barrow, and Senator Barrow is on the Ways and Means Committee, so lots of people love the Senator. And so on in all directions--I"m from Missouri. You got to show me. If it came to a mere choice of turning down Plant or Thorne, they"d turn down Plant, every time. But when it comes to a choice between Thorne and Gay, Thorne and Barrow, Thorne and Simeon Wright, Thorne and a dozen others that have their own Angel Children to protect, and won"t protect your Angel Child unless you"ll chuck a front for theirs--why Thorne is just lost in the crowd!"
"I don"t believe it," protested Bob. "It would be a scandal."
"No, just politics," said Baker.
XVI
The sawmill lay on the direct trail to the back country. Every man headed for the big mountains by way of Sycamore Flats pa.s.sed fairly through the settlement itself. So every cattleman out after provisions or stock salt, followed by his docile string of pack mules, paused to swap news and gossip with whoever happened for the moment to have leisure for such an exchange.
The variety poured through this funnel of the mountains comprised all cla.s.ses. Professional prospectors with their burros, ready alike for the desert or the most inaccessible crags, were followed by a troupe of college boys afoot leading one or two old mares as baggage transportation. The business-like, semi-military outfits of geological survey parties, the worn but substantial hunters" equipments, the marvellous and oftentimes ridiculous luxury affected by the wealthy camper, the makeshifts of the poorer ranchmen of the valley, out with their entire families and the farm stock for a "real good fish," all these were of never-failing interest to Bob. In fact, he soon discovered that the one absorbing topic--outside of bears, of course--was the discussion, the comparison and the appraising of the various items of camping equipment. He also found each man amusingly partisan for his own. There were schools advocating--heatedly--the merits respectively of the single or double cinch, of the Dutch oven or the reflector, of rawhide or canvas kyacks, of sleeping bags or blankets. Each man had invented some little kink of his own without which he could not possibly exist. Some of these kinks were very handy and deserved universal adoption, such as a small rubber tube with a flattened bra.s.s nozzle with which to encourage reluctant fires. Others expressed an individual idiosyncrasy only; as in the case of the man who carried clothes hooks to screw into the trees. A man"s method of packing was also closely watched. Each had his own favourite hitch. The strong preponderance seemed to be in favour of the Diamond, both single and double, but many proved strongly addicted to the Lone Packer, or the Basco, or the Miners", or the Square, or even the generally despised Squaw, and would stoutly defend their choices, and give reasons therefore. Bob sometimes amused himself practising these hitches in miniature by means of a string, a bent nail, and two folded handkerchiefs as packs. After many trials, and many lapses of memory, he succeeded on all but the Double Diamond. Although apparently he followed every move, the result was never that beautiful all-over tightening at the last pull. He reluctantly concluded that on this point he must have instruction.
Although rarely a day went by during the whole season that one or more parties did not pa.s.s through, or camp over night at the Meadow Lake, it was a fact that, after pa.s.sing Baldy, these hundreds could scatter so far through the labyrinth of the Sierras that in a whole summer"s journeying they were extremely unlikely to see each other--or indeed any one else, save when they stumbled on one of the established cow camps.
The vastness of the California mountains cannot be conveyed to one who has not travelled them. Men have all summer pastured illegally thousands of head of sheep undiscovered, in spite of the fact that rangers and soldiers were out looking for them. One may journey diligently throughout the season, and cover but one corner of the three great maps that depict about one-half of them. If one wills he can, to all intents and purposes, become sole and undisputed master of kingdoms in extent.
He can occupy beautiful valleys miles long, guarded by cliffs rising thousands of feet, threaded by fish-haunted streams, spangled with fair, flower-grown lawns, cool with groves of trees, neck high in rich feed. Unless by sheer chance, no one will disturb his solitude. Of course he must work for his kingdom. He must press on past the easy travel, past the wide cattle country of the middle elevations, into the splintered, frowning granite and snow, over the shoulders of the mighty peaks of the High Sierras. Nevertheless, the reward is sure for the hardy voyager.
Most men, however, elect to spend their time in the easier middle ground. There the elevations run up to nine or ten thousand feet; the trails are fairly well defined and travelled; the streams are full of fish; meadows are in every moist pocket; the great box canons and peaks of the spur ranges offer the grandeur of real mountain scenery.
From these men, as they ended their journeys on the way out, came tales and rumours. There was no doubt whatever that the country had too many cattle in it. That was brought home to each and every man by the scarcity of horse feed on meadows where usually an abundance for everybody was to be expected. The cattle were thin and restless. It was unsafe to leave a camp unprotected; the half-wild animals trampled everything into the ground. The cattlemen, of whatever camp, appeared sullen and suspicious of every comer.
"It"s mighty close to a cattle war," said one old lean and leathery individual to Bob; "I know, for I been thar. Used to run cows in Montana. I hear everywhar talk about Wright"s cattle dyin" in mighty funny ways. I know that"s so, for I seen a slather of dead cows myself.
Some of "em fall off cliffs; some seem to have broke their legs. Some bogged down. Some look like to have just laid down and died."
"Well, if they"re weak from loss of feed, isn"t that natural?" asked Bob.
"Wall," said the old cowman, "in the first place, they"re pore, but they ain"t by no means weak. But the strange part is that these yere accidents always happens to Wright"s cattle."
He laughed and added:
"The carca.s.ses is always so chawed up by b"ar and coyote--or at least that"s what they _say_ done it--that you can"t sw"ar as to how they _did_ come to die. But I heard one funny thing. It was over at the Pollock boys" camp. Shelby, Wright"s straw boss, come ridin" in pretty mad, and made a talk about how it"s mighty cur"ous only Wright"s cattle is dyin".
""It sh.o.r.ely looks like the country is unhealthy for plains cattle,"
says George Pollock; "ours is brought up in the hills."
""Well," says Shelby, "if I ever comes on one of these accidents a-happenin", I"ll sh.o.r.e make some one hard to catch!"