His mind in a whirl of horror, pity, and an unconfessed, hidden satisfaction, he returned to Auntie Belle"s. The customary daylight breakfast for the teamsters had been omitted on account of the Sabbath.
A thin curl of smoke was just beginning to rise straight up from the kitchen stovepipe. Bob, his mouth suddenly dry and sticky, went around to the back porch, where a huge _olla_ hung always full of spring water.
He rounded the corner to run plump against Oldham, tilted back in a chair smoking the b.u.t.t of a cigar.
In his agitation of mind, Bob had no stomach for casual conversation. By an effort he smoothed out his manner and collected his thoughts.
"How are you, Mr. Oldham?" he greeted the older man; "when did you get in?"
"About an hour ago," replied Oldham. His spare figure in the gray business suit did not stir from its lazy posture, nor did the expression of his thin sardonic face change, but somehow, after swallowing his drink, Bob decided to revise his first intention of escaping to his room.
"An hour ago," he repeated, when the import of the words finally filtered through his mental turmoil. "You travelled up at night then?"
"Yes. It"s getting hot on the plains."
"Got in just before daylight, then?"
"Just before. I"d have made it sooner, but I had to work my way through the cattle."
"Where"s your team?"
"I left it down at the Company"s stables; thought you wouldn"t mind."
"Sure not," said Bob.
The Company"s stables were at the other end of the village. Oldham must have walked the length of the street. He had said it was before daylight; but the look of the man"s eyes was quizzical and cold behind the gla.s.ses. Still, it was always quizzical and cold. Bob called himself a panicky fool. Just the same, he wished now he had looked for footprints in the dust of the street. While his brain was thus busy with swift conjecture and the weighing of probabilities, his tongue was making random conversation, and his vacant eye was taking in and reporting to his intelligence the most trivial things. Generally speaking, his intelligence did not catch the significance of what his eyes reported until after an appreciable interval. Thus he noted that Oldham had smoked his cigar down to a short b.u.t.t. This unimportant fact meant nothing, until his belated mind told him that never before had he seen the man actually smoking. Oldham always held a cigar between his lips, but he contented himself with merely chewing it or rolling it about. And this was very early, before breakfast.
"Never saw you smoke before," he remarked abruptly, as this bubble of irrelevant thought came to the surface.
"No?" said Oldham, politely.
"It would make me woozy all day to smoke before I ate," said Bob, his voice trailing away, as his inner ear once more took up its listening for the hubbub that must soon break.
As the moments went by, the suspense of this waiting became almost unbearable. A small portion of him kept up its semblance of conversation with Oldham; another small portion of him made minute and careful notes of trivial things; all the rest of him, body and soul, was listening, in the hope that soon, very soon, a scream would break the suspense. From time to time he felt that Oldham was looking at him queerly, and he rallied his faculties to the task of seeming natural.
"Aren"t you feeling well?" asked the older man at last. "You"re mighty pale. You want to watch out where you drink water around some of these places."
Bob came to with a snap.
"Didn"t sleep well," said he, once more himself.
"Well, that wouldn"t trouble me," yawned Oldham; "if it hadn"t been for cigars I"d have dropped asleep in this chair an hour ago. You said you couldn"t smoke before breakfast; neither can I ordinarily. This isn"t before breakfast for me, it"s after supper; and I"ve smoked two just to keep awake."
"Why keep awake?" asked Bob.
"When I pa.s.s away, it"ll be for all day. I want to eat first."
There, at last, it had come! A man down the street shouted. There followed a pounding at doors, and then the murmur of exclamations, questions and replies.
"It sounds like some excitement," yawned Oldham, bringing his chair down with a thump. "They haven"t even rung the first bell yet; let"s wander out and stretch our legs."
He sauntered off the wide back porch toward the front of the house. Bob followed. When near the gate Bob"s mind grasped the significance of one of the trivial details that his eyes had reported to it some moments before. He uttered an exclamation, and returned hurriedly to the back porch to verify his impressions. They had been correct. Oldham had stated definitely that he had arrived before daylight, that he had been sitting in his chair for over an hour; that during that time he had smoked two cigars through.
_Neither on the broad porch, nor on the ground near it, nor in any possible receptacle were there any cigar ashes._
XXI
The hue and cry rose and died; the sheriff from the plains did his duty; but no trace of the murderer was found. Indeed, at the first it was not known positively who had done the deed; a dozen might have had motive for the act. Only by the process of elimination was the truth come at.
No one could say which way the fugitive had gone. Jim Pollock, under pressure, admitted that his brother had stormed against the door, had told the awakened inmates that his wife was dead and that he was going away. Immediately on making this statement, he had clattered off. Jim steadfastly maintained that his brother had given no inkling of whither he fled. Simeon Wright"s cattle, on their way to the high country, filed past. The cowboys listened to the news with interest, and a delight which they did not attempt to conceal. They denied having seen the fugitive. The sheriff questioned them perfunctorily. He knew the breed.
George Pollock might have breakfasted with them for all that the denials a.s.sured him.
There appeared shortly on the scene of action a United States marshal.
The murder of a government official was serious. Against the criminal the power of the nation was deployed. Nevertheless, in the long run, George Pollock got clean away. n.o.body saw him from that day--or n.o.body would acknowledge to have seen him.
For awhile Bob expected at any moment to be summoned for his testimony.
He was morally certain that Oldham had been an eye-witness to the tragedy. But as time went on, and no faintest indication manifested itself that he could have been connected with the matter, he concluded himself mistaken. Oldham could have had no motive in concealment, save that of the same sympathy Bob had felt for Pollock. But in that case, what more natural than that he should mention the matter privately to Bob? If, on the other hand, he had any desire to further the ends of the law, what should prevent him from speaking out publicly? In neither case was silence compatible with knowledge.
But Bob knew positively the man had lied, when he stated that he had for over an hour been sitting in the chair on Auntie Belle"s back porch. Why had he done so? Where had he been? Bob could not hazard even the wildest guess. Oldham"s status with Baker was mysterious; his occasional business in these parts--it might well be that Oldham thought he had something to conceal from Bob. In that case, where had the elder man been, and what was he about during that fatal hour that Sunday morning?
Bob was not conversant with the affairs of the Power Company, but he knew vaguely that Baker was always shrewdly reaching out for new rights and privileges, for fresh opportunities which the other fellow had not yet seen and which he had no desire that the other fellow should see until too late. It might be that Oldham was on some such errand. In the rush of beginning the season"s work, the question gradually faded from Bob"s thoughts.
Forest Reserve matters locally went into the hands of a receiver. That is to say, the work of supervision fell to Plant"s head-ranger, while Plant"s office was overhauled and straightened out by a clerk sent on from Washington. Forest Reserve matters nationally, however, were on a different footing. The numerous members of Congress who desired to leave things as they were, the still more numerous officials of the interested departments, the swarming petty politicians dealing direct with small patronage--all these powerful interests were unable satisfactorily to answer one common-sense question; why is the management of our Forest Reserves left to a Land Office already busy, already doubted, when we have organized and equipped a Bureau of Forestry consisting of trained, enthusiastic and honest men? Reluctantly the transfer was made. The forestry men picked up the tangle that incompetent, perfunctory and often venal management had dropped.
XXII
To most who heard of it this item of news was interesting, but not especially important; Bob could not see where it made much difference who held the reins three thousand miles away. To others it came as the unhoped-for, dreamed-of culmination of aspiration.
California John got the news from Martin. The old man had come in from a long trip.
"You got to take a brace now and be scientific," chaffed Martin. "You old mossback! Don"t you dare fall any more trees without measuring out the centre of gravity; and don"t you split any more wood unless you calculate first the probable direction of riving; and don"t you let any doodle-bug get away without looking at his teeth."
California John grinned slowly, but his eyes were shining.
"And what"s more, you old grafters"ll get bounced, sure pop," continued Martin. "They won"t want you. You don"t wear spectacles, and you eat too many proteids in your beans."
"You ain"t heard who"s going to be sent out for Supervisor?" asked old John.
"They haven"t found any one with thick enough gla.s.ses yet," retorted Martin.
California John made some purchases, packed his mule, and climbed back up the mountain to the summer camp. Here he threw off his saddle and supplies, and entered the ranger cabin. A rusty stove was very hot. Atop bubbled a capacious kettle. California John removed the cover and peered in.
"Chicken "n" dumpling!" said he.
He drew a broken-backed chair to the table and set to business. In ten minutes his plate contained nothing but chicken bones. He contemplated them with satisfaction.