Baker"s mocking face became instantly grave; and, leaning forward, he hit the desk a thump with his right fist.
"Orde," said he, "I want you to believe me in this: I never was more sorry for anything in my life! I wouldn"t have had that happen for anything in the world! If I"d had the remotest idea that Oldham contemplated something of that sort, I should have laid very positive orders on him. He said he had something on you that would keep your mouth shut, but I never dreamed he meant gun play."
"I don"t suppose you dreamed he meant kidnapping either," observed Bob.
Baker threw himself back with a chuckle.
"Being kidnapped is fine for the health," said he. "Babies thrive on it.
No," he continued, again leaning forward gravely, "Oldham got away from his instructions completely. Shooting or that kind of violence was absurd in such a case. You mustn"t lay that to me, but to his personal grudge."
"What do you know of a personal grudge?" Bob flashed back.
"Ab-so-lute-ly nothing; but I suspected. It"s part of my job to be a nifty young suspector--and to use what I guess at. He just got away from me. As for the rest of it, that"s part of the game. This is no croquet match; you must expect to get your head b.u.mped if you play it. I play the game."
"I play the game, too," returned Bob, "and I came here to tell you so.
I"ll take care of myself, but I want to say that the moment you offer any move against Welton, I shall bring in my testimony against both of you on this bribery matter."
"Sapient youth!" said Baker, amused; "did that aspect of it just get to you? But you misinterpreted the spirit of my greeting when you came in the room. In words of one syllable, you"ve got us licked. We lie down and roll over. We stick all four paws in the air. We bat our august forehead against the floor. Is that clear?"
"Then you drop this prosecution against Welton?"
"Nary prosecution, as far as I am concerned."
"But the Modoc Land case----"
"Take back your lands," chaffed Baker dramatically. "Kind of b.u.m lands, anyway. No use skirmishing after the battle is over. Your father would tell you that."
"Then you don"t fight the suit?"
"That," said Baker, "is still a point for compromise. You"ve got us, I"m willing to admit that. Also that you are a bright young man, and that I underestimated you. You"ve lifted my property, legally acquired, and you"ve done it by outplaying my bluff. I still maintain the points of the law are with me--we won"t get into that," he checked himself. "But criminal prosecution is a different matter. I don"t intend to stand for that a minute. Your gang don"t slow-step me to any bastiles now listed in the prison records. Nothing doing that way. I"ll fight her to a fare-ye-well on that." His round face seemed to become square-set and grim for an instant, but immediately rea.s.sumed its customary rather careless good-nature. "No, we"ll just call the whole business off."
"That is not for me to decide," said Bob.
"No; but you"ve got a lot to say about it--and I"ll see to the little details; don"t fret. By the way," mentioned Baker, "just as a matter of ordinary curiosity, _did_ Oldham have anything on you, or was he just a strong-arm artist?" He threw back his head and laughed aloud at Bob"s face. At the thought of Pollock the young man could not prevent a momentary expression of relief from crossing his countenance. "There"s a tail-holt on all of us," Baker observed.
He flipped open a desk drawer and produced a box of expensive-looking cigars which he offered to his visitors. Orde lit one; but Bob, eyeing the power-man coldly, refused. Baker laughed.
"You"ll get over it," he observed--"youth, I mean. Don"t mix your business and your personal affairs. That came right out of the copy book, page one, but it"s true. I"m the one that ought to feel sore, seems to me." He lit his own cigar, and puffed at it, swinging his bulky form to the edge of the desk. "Look here," said he, shaking the b.u.t.t at the younger man. "You"re making a great mistake. The future of this country is with water, and don"t you forget it. Fuel is scarce; water power is the coming force. The country can produce like a garden under irrigation; and it"s only been scratched yet, and that just about the big cities. We are getting control; and the future of the state is with us. You"re wasting yourself in all this toy work. You"ve got too much ability to squander it in that sort of thing. Oldham made you an offer from us, didn"t he?"
"He tried to bribe me, if that"s what you mean," said Bob.
"Well, have it your way; but you"ll admit there"s hardly much use of bribing you now. I repeat the offer. Come in with us on those terms."
"Why?" demanded Bob.
"Well," said Baker quaintly, "because you seem to have licked me fair and square; and I never want a man who can lick me to remain where he is likely to do so."
At this point Orde, who had up to now remained quietly a spectator, spoke up.
"Bob," said he, "is already fairly intimately connected with certain interests, which, while not so large as water power, are enough to keep him busy."
Baker turned to him joyously.
"List" to the voice of reason!" he cried. "I"m sorry he won"t come with us; but the next best thing is to put him where he won"t fight us. I didn"t know he was going back to your timber--"
Bob opened his mouth to reply, but closed it again at a gesture from his father.
Baker glanced at the clock.
"Well," he remarked cheerfully, "come over to the Club with me to lunch, anyway."
Bob stared at him incredulously. Here was the man who had employed against him every expedient from blackmail to physical violence; who had but that instant been worsted in a bald attempt at larceny, nevertheless, cheerfully inviting him out to lunch as though nothing had happened! Furthermore, his father, against whose ambitions one of the deadliest blows had been aimed, was quietly reaching for his hat. Baker looked up and caught Bob"s expression.
"Come, come!" said he; "forget it! You and I speak the language of the same tribe, and you can"t get away from it. I"m playing my game, you"re playing yours. Of course, we want to win. But what"s the use of cutting out lots of bully good people on that account?"
"You don"t stick to the rules," insisted Bob stoutly.
"I think I do," said Baker. "Who"s to decide? You believe one way, I believe another. I know what you think of my methods in business; and I"d hate to say what I think of you as the blue ribbon d.a.m.n fool in that respect. But I like you, and I"m willing to admit you"ve got stuff in you; and I know d.a.m.n well you and your father and I can have a fine young lunch talking duck-shooting and football. And with all my faults you love me still, and you know you do." He smiled winningly, and hooked his arm through Bob"s on one side and his father"s on the other. "Come on, you old deacon; play the game!" he cried.
Bob laughed, and gave in.
x.x.xIX
Bob took his father with him back to headquarters. They rode in near the close of day; and, as usual, from the stovepipe of the roofless kitchen a brave pillar of white smoke rose high in the shadows of the firs. Amy came forth at Bob"s shout, starched and fresh, her cheeks glowing with their steady colour, her intelligent eyes alight with interest under the straight, serene brows. At sight of Orde, the vivacity of her manner quieted somewhat, but Bob could see that she was excited about something. He presented his father, who dismounted and greeted her with a hearty shake of the hand.
"We"ve heard of you, Miss Thorne," said he simply, but it was evident he was pleased with the frankness of her manner, the clear steadiness of her eye, the fresh daintiness of her appearance, and the respect of her greeting. On the other hand, she looked back with equal pleasure on the tanned, st.u.r.dy old man with the white hair and moustache, the clear eyes, and the innumerable lines of quaint good-humour about them. After they had thus covertly surveyed each other for a moment, the aforesaid lines about Orde"s eyes deepened, his eyes twinkled with mischief, and he thrust forth his hand for the second time. "Shake again!" he offered.
Amy gurgled forth a little chuckle of good feeling and understanding, and laid her fingers in his huge palm.
After this they turned and walked slowly to the hitch rails where the men tied their horses.
"Where"s the Supervisor?" Bob asked of Amy.
"In the office," she replied; and then burst out excitedly: "I"ve the greatest news!"
"So have I," returned Bob, promptly. "Best kind."
"Oh, what is it?" she cried, forgetting all about her own. "Is it Mr.
Welton?"
"It"ll take some time to tell mine," said Bob, "and we must hunt up Mr.
Thorne. Yours first."
"Pollock is free!"
"Pollock free!" echoed Bob. "How is that? I thought his trial was not until next week!"