"You tell your boss," said Bob, "that nothing on G.o.d"s earth can keep me out of court."
He threw away his half-smoked cigar and went back to the chair car. The sight of Oldham was intolerable to him.
The words were said, and the decision made. In his heart he knew the matter irrevocable. For a few moments he experienced a feeling of relief and freedom, as when a swimmer first gets his head above the surf that has tumbled him. These fine-spun matters of ethical balance had confused and wearied his spirit. He had become bewildered among such varied demands on his personal decision. It was a comfort to fall back on the old straight rule of right conduct no matter what the consequences. The essentials of the situation were not at all altered: Baker was guilty of the rankest fraud; Welton was innocent of every evil intent and should never be punished for what he had been unwillingly and doubtfully persuaded to permit; Orde senior had acquired his lands quite according to the customs and ideas of the time; George Pollock should have been justified a thousand times over in sight of G.o.d and man. Those things were to Bob"s mind indisputable. To deprive the one man of a very small portion of his fraudulently acquired property, it was apparently necessary to punish three men who should not be punished. These men were, furthermore, all dear to Bob personally. It did not seem right that his decision should plunge them into undeserved penalties. But now the situation was materially altered. Bob also stood in danger from his action. He, too, must suffer with the others. All were in the same boat. The menace to his own liberty justified his course. The innocent must suffer with the guilty; but now the fact that he was one of those who must so suffer, raised his decision from a choice to a necessity.
Whatever the consequences, the simplest, least perplexing, most satisfying course was to follow the obvious right. The odium of ingrat.i.tude, of lack of affection, of disloyalty, of self-reproach was lifted from him by the very fact that he, too, was one of those who must take consequences. In making the personal threat against the young man"s liberty, Oldham had, without knowing it, furnished to his soul the one valid reason for going ahead, conscience-clear.
Though naturally Oldham could not follow out this psychology, he was shrewd enough to understand that he had failed. This surprised him, for he had entertained not the slightest doubt that the threat of the penitentiary would bring Bob to terms.
On arriving in the city, Oldham took quarters at the Buena Vista and sent for Saleratus Bill, whom he had summoned by wire as soon as he had heard from that individual of Bob"s intended visit to Fremont.
The spy arrived wearing a new broad, black hat, a celluloid collar, a wrinkled suit of store clothes, and his same shrewd, evil leer. Oldham did not appear, but requested that the visitor be shown into his room.
There, having closed the transom, he issued his instructions.
"I want you to pay attention, and not interrupt," said he. "Within a month a case is coming up in which Orde, the Forest man, is to appear as witness. He must not appear. I leave that all to you, but, of course, I want no more than necessary violence. He must be detained until after the trial, and for as long after that as I say. Understand?"
"Sure," said Saleratus Bill. "But when he comes back, he"ll fix you just the same."
"I"ll see to that part of it. The case will never be reopened. Now, mind you, no shooting----"
"There might be an accident," suggested Saleratus Bill, opening his red eyes and staring straight at his princ.i.p.al.
"Accidents," said Oldham, speaking slowly and judicially, "are always likely to happen. Sometimes they can"t be helped." He paused to let these words sink in.
Saleratus Bill wrinkled his eyes in an appreciative laugh. "Accidents is of two kinds: lucky and unlucky," he remarked briefly, by way of parenthesis.
"But, of course, it is distinctly understood," went on Oldham, as though he had not heard, "that this is your own affair. You have nothing to expect from me if you get into trouble. And if you mention my name, you"ll merely get jugged for attempted blackmail."
Saleratus Bill"s eyes flared.
"Cut it," said he, with a rasp in his voice.
"Nevertheless, that is the case," repeated Oldham, unmoved.
The flame slowly died from Saleratus Bill"s eyes.
"I"ll want a little raise for that kind of a job," said he.
"Naturally," agreed Oldham.
They entered into discussion of ways and means.
In the meantime Bob had encountered an old friend.
XXV
Bob always stayed at the Monterosa Hotel when in town; a circ.u.mstance that had sent Oldham to the Buena Vista. Although it wanted but a few hours until train time, he drifted around to his customary stopping place, resolved to enjoy a quiet smoke by the great plate-gla.s.s windows before which the ever-varying theatre crowds stream by from Main Street cars. He had been thus settled for some time, when he heard his name p.r.o.nounced by the man occupying the next chair.
"Bob Orde!" he cried; "but this is luck!"
Bob looked around to see an elderly, gray-haired, slender man, of keen, intelligent face, pure white hair and moustache, in whom he recognized Mr. Frank Taylor, a lifelong friend of his father"s and one of the best lawyers his native state had produced. He sprang to his feet to grasp the older man"s hand. The unexpected meeting was especially grateful, for Bob had been long enough without direct reminders of his old home to be hungry for them. Ever since he could remember, the erect, military form of Frank Taylor had been one of the landmarks of memory, like the sword that had belonged to Georgie Cathcart"s father, or like the kindly, homely, gray figure of Mr. Kincaid in his rickety, two-wheeled cart--the man who had given Bob his first firearm.
After first greetings and inquiries, the two men sank back to finish their smoke together.
"It"s good to see you again," observed Bob, "but I"m sorry your business brings you out here at this time of year. This is our dry season, you know. Everything is brown. I like it myself, as do most Californians, but an Easterner has to get used to it. After the rains, though, the country is wonderful."
"This isn"t my first trip," said Taylor. "I was out here for some months away back in--I think it was "79. I remember we went in to Santa Barbara on a steamer that fired a gun by way of greeting! Strangely enough, the same business brings me here now."
"You are out here on father"s account?" hazarded Bob, to whom the year 1879 now began to have its significance.
"Exactly. Didn"t you get your father"s letter telling of my coming?"
"I"ve been from headquarters three days," Bob explained.
"I see. Well, he sent you this message: "Tell Bob to go ahead. I can take care of myself.""
"Bully for dad!" cried Bob, greatly heartened.
"He told me he did not want to advise you, but that in the old days when a fight was on, the spectators were supposed to do their own dodging."
"I"d about come to that conclusion," said Bob, "but it surely does me good to feel that father"s behind me in it."
"My trip in "79--or whenever it was--was exactly on this same muss-up."
Mr. Taylor went on: "Your father owned this timber land then, and wanted to borrow money on it. At the time a rascally partner was trying to ruin him; and, in order to prevent his getting this money, which would save him, this partner instigated investigations and succeeded temporarily in clouding the t.i.tle. Naturally the banks declined to lend money on doubtful t.i.tles; which was all this partner wanted.[A] Perhaps you know all this?"
Bob shook his head. "I was a little too young to know anything of business."
"Your father sent me out to straighten things. The whole matter was involved in endless red tape, obscured in every ingenious way possible.
Although there proved to be nothing to the affair, to prove that fact took time, and time was what your father"s partner was after. As a matter of fact, he failed; but that was not the result of miscalculation. Now I strongly suspect that your friend Baker, or his lawyers, have dug up a lot of this old evidence on the records and are going to use it to annoy us. There is nothing more in it how than there was at the beginning, but it"s colourable enough to start a noisy suit on, and that"s all these fellows are after."
"But if it was decided once, how can they bring it up again?" Bob objected.
"It was never brought to court. When the delay had been gained--or rather, when I unravelled the whole matter--it was dropped."
"I see," said Bob. "Then the t.i.tles are all right?"
"Every bit of that tract is as good as gold," said Taylor impressively.
"Your father bought only from men who had taken up land with their own money. He paid as high as fifteen or sixteen hundred dollars for claims where by straight "colonizing" he could have had them for three or four hundred."
"I"m glad to hear that," said Bob. "But are you sure you can handle this?"
"As for a suit, they can never win this in the world," said Taylor. "But that isn"t the question. What they want is a chance for big headlines."
"Well, can you head them off?"
"I"m going to try, after I look over the situation. If I can"t head it off completely, I"ll at least be in a position to reply publicly at once. It took me three months to dig this thing out, but it won"t take me half an hour to get it in the papers."