"With Simeon Wright? I know all that."
"Well, one of the cattlemen was ruined by Plant"s methods; his wife and child died from want of care on that account. He was the one who killed Plant; you remember that."
"Yes."
"I happened to be near and I helped him escape."
"And some one connected with the Modoc Company was a witness,"
conjectured Orde. "Who was it?"
"A man who went under the name of Oldham. A certain familiarity puzzled me for a long time. Only the other day I got it. He was Mr. Newmark."
"Newmark!" cried Orde, stopping short and staring fixedly at his son.
"Yes; the man who was your partner when I was a very small boy. You remember?"
"Remember!" repeated Orde; then in tones of great energy: "He and I both have reason to remember well enough! Where is he now? I can put a stop to him in about two jumps!"
"You won"t need to," said Bob quietly; "he"s dead--shot last week."
For some moments nothing more was said, while the two men trudged beneath the hanging peppers near the entrance to Sunrise Drive.
"I always wondered why he had it in for me, and why he acted so queerly," Bob broke the silence at last. "He seemed to have a special and personal enmity for me. I always felt it, but I couldn"t make it out."
"He had plenty of reasons for that. But it"s funny Welton didn"t recognize the whelp."
"Mr. Welton never saw him," Bob explained--"that is, until Newmark was dead. Then he recognized him instantly. What was it all about?"
Orde indicated the bench on the canon"s edge.
"Let"s sit," said he. "Newmark and I made our start together. For eight years we worked together and built up a very decent business. Then, all at once, I discovered that he was plotting systematically to do me out of every cent we had made. It was the most cold-blooded proposition I ever ran across."
"Couldn"t you prove it on him?" asked Bob.
"I could prove it all right; but the whole affair made me sick. He"d always been the closest friend, in a way, I had ever had; and the shock of discovering what he really was drove everything else out of my head.
I was young then. It seemed to me that all I wanted was to wipe the whole affair off the slate, to get it behind me, to forget it--so I let him go."
"I don"t believe I"d have done that. Seems to me I"d have had to blow off steam," Bob commented.
Orde smiled reminiscently.
"I blew off steam," [A] said he. "It was rather fantastic; but I actually believe it was one of the most satisfactory episodes in my life. I went around to his place--he lived rather well in bachelor quarters, which was a new thing in those days--and locked the door and told him just why I was going to let him off. It tickled him hugely--for about a minute. Then I finished up by giving him about the very worst licking he ever heard tell of."
[Footnote A: See "The Riverman."]
"Was that what you told him?" cried Bob.
"What?"
"Did you say those words to him?--"I"m going to give you the very worst licking you ever heard tell of"?"
"Why, I believe I did."
Bob threw back his head and laughed.
"So did I!" he cried; and then, after a moment, more soberly. "I think, incidentally, it saved my life."
"Now what are you driving at?" asked Orde.
"Listen, this is funny: Newmark had me kidnapped by one of his men, and lugged off to a little valley in the mountains. The idea was to keep me there until after the trial, so my testimony would not appear. You see, none of our side knew I had that testimony. I hadn"t told anybody, because I had been undecided as to what I was going to do."
Orde whistled.
"I got away, and had quite a time getting home. I"ll tell you all the details some other time. On the road I met Newmark. I was pretty mad, so I lit into him stiff-legged. After a few words he got scared and pulled a gun on me. I was just mad enough to keep coming, and I swear I believe he was just on the point of shooting, when I said those very same words: "I"m going to give you the very worst licking you ever heard tell of." He turned white as a sheet and dropped his gun. I thought he was a coward; but I guess it was conscience and luck. Now, wouldn"t that come and get you?"
"Did you?" asked Orde.
"Did I what?"
"Give him that licking?"
"I sure did start out to; but I couldn"t bring myself to more than shake him up a little."
Orde rose, stretching his legs.
"What are your plans now?"
"To see Baker. I"m going to tell him that on the first indications of his making trouble I"m going to enter complaint for bribery against _both_ him and Mr. Welton. You see, I was there too. Think it"ll work?"
"The best way is to go and see."
"Come on," said Bob.
x.x.xVIII
The two men found Baker seated behind his flat-top desk. He grinned cheerfully at them; and, to Bob"s surprise, greeted him with great joviality.
"All hail, great Chief!" he cried. "I"ve had my scalp nicely smoke-tanned for you, so you won"t have to bother taking it." He bowed to Orde. "I"m glad to see you, sir," said he. "Know you by your picture.
Please be seated."
Bob brushed the levity aside.
"I"ve come," said he, "to get an explanation from you as to why, in the first place, you had me kidnapped; and why, in the second place, you tried to get me murdered."