"Well, perhaps the word is a bit too savage," admitted Gridley"s accuser. "What I meant was that he has capabilities that way, and not much moral restraint. He is the kind of man to wade through fire and blood to gain his object, without the slightest thought of the consequences to others. Ever hear the story of his marriage? No? Remind me of it some time, and I"ll tell you. But we were speaking of Flemister. You say the Wire-Silver has turned out pretty well?"
"Very well indeed, I believe. Flemister seems to have money to burn."
"He always has, his own or somebody else"s. It makes little difference to him. The way he got the Wire-Silver would have made Black-Beard the pirate turn green with envy. Know anything about the history of the mine?"
Lidgerwood shook his head.
"Well, I do; just happen to. You know how it lies--on the western slope of Little b.u.t.te ridge?"
"Yes."
"That is where it lies now. But the original openings were made on the eastern slope of the b.u.t.te. They didn"t pan out very well, and Flemister began to look for a victim to whom he could sell. About that time a man, whose name I can never recall, took up a claim on the western slope of the ridge directly opposite Flemister. This man struck it pretty rich, and Flemister began to bully him on the plea that the new discovery was only a continuation of his own vein straight through the hill. You can guess what happened."
"Fairly well," said Lidgerwood. "Flemister lawed the other man out."
"He did worse than that; he drove straight into the hill, past his own lines, and actually took the money out of the other man"s mine to use as a fighting fund. I don"t know how the courts sifted it out, finally; I didn"t follow it up very closely. But Flemister put the other man to the wall in the end--"put it all over him," as your man Bradford would say.
There was some domestic tragedy involved, too, in which Flemister played the devil with the other man"s family; but I don"t know any of the details."
"Yet you say Flemister is a born gentleman, as well as a born buccaneer?"
"Well, yes; he behaves himself well enough in decent company. He isn"t exactly the kind of man you can turn down short--he has education, good manners, and all that, you know; but if he were hard up I shouldn"t let him get within roping distance of my pocket-book, or, if I had given him occasion to dislike me, within easy pistol range."
"Wherein he is neither better nor worse than a good many others who take the sunburn of the Red Desert," was Lidgerwood"s comment, and just then the waiter opened the door a second time to say that luncheon was served.
"Don"t forget to remind me that I"m to tell you Gridley"s story, Howard," said the president, rising out of the depths of his lounging-chair and stripping off the dust-coat, "Reads like a romance--only I fancy it was anything but a romance for poor Lizzie Gridley. Let"s go and see what the cook has done for us."
At luncheon Lidgerwood was made known to the other members of the private-car party. The white-haired old man who had been dozing in his chair was Judge Holcombe, Van Lew"s uncle and the father of the prettier of the two young women who had been entertaining Jefferis, the curly-headed collegian. Jefferis laughingly disclaimed relationship with anybody; but Miss Carolyn Doty, the less pretty but more talkative of the two young women, confessed that she was a cousin, twice removed, of Mrs. Brewster.
Quite naturally, Lidgerwood sought to pair the younger people when the table gathering was complete, and was not entirely certain of his prefiguring. Eleanor Brewster and Van Lew sat together and were apparently absorbed in each other to the exclusion of all things extraneous. Jefferis had Miss Doty for a companion, and the affliction of her well-balanced tongue seemed to affect neither his appet.i.te nor his enjoyment of what the young woman had to say.
Miriam Holcombe had fallen to Lidgerwood"s lot, and at first he thought that her silence was due to the fact that young Jefferis had gotten upon the wrong side of the table. But after she began to talk, he changed his mind.
"Tell me about the wrecked train we pa.s.sed a little while ago, Mr.
Lidgerwood," she began, almost abruptly. "Was any one killed?"
"No; it was a freight, and the crew escaped. It was a rather narrow escape, though, for the engineer, and fireman."
"You were putting it back on the track?" she asked.
"There isn"t much of it left to put back, as you may have observed,"
said Lidgerwood. Then he told her of the explosion and the fire.
She was silent for a few moments, but afterward she went on, half-gropingly he thought.
"Is that part of your work--to get the trains on the track when they run off?"
He laughed. "I suppose it is--or at least, in a certain sense, I"m responsible for it. But I am lucky enough to have a wrecking-boss--two of them, in fact, and both good ones."
She looked up quickly, and he was sure that he surprised something more than a pa.s.sing interest in the serious eyes--a trouble depth, he would have called it, had their talk been anything more than the ordinary conventional table exchange.
"We saw you go down to speak to two of your men: one who wore his hat pulled down over his eyes and made dreadful faces at you as he talked----"
"That was McCloskey, our trainmaster," he cut in.
"And the other----?"
"Was wrecking-boss Number Two," he told her, "my latest apprentice, and a very promising young subject. This was his first time out under my administration, and he put McCloskey and me out of the running at once."
"What did he do?" she asked, and again he saw the groping wistfulness in her eyes, and wondered at it.
"I couldn"t explain it without being unpardonably technical. But perhaps it can best be summed up in saying that he is a fine mechanical engineer with the added gift of knowing how to handle men."
"You are generous, Mr. Lidgerwood, to--to a subordinate. He ought to be very loyal to you."
"He is. And I don"t think of him as a subordinate--I shouldn"t even if he were on my pay-roll instead of on that of the motive-power department. I am glad to be able to call him my friend, Miss Holcombe."
Again a few moments of silence, during which Lidgerwood was staring gloomily across at Miss Brewster and Van Lew. Then another curiously abrupt question from the young woman at his side.
"His college, Mr. Lidgerwood; do you chance to know where he was graduated?"
At another moment Lidgerwood might have wondered at the young woman"s persistence. But now Benson"s story of Dawson"s terrible misfortune was crowding all purely speculative thoughts out of his mind.
"He took his engineering course in Carnegie, but I believe he did not stay through the four years," he said gravely.
Miss Holcombe was looking down the table, down and across to where her father was sitting, at Mr. Brewster"s right. When she spoke again the personal note was gone; and after that the talk, what there was of it, was of the sort that is meant to bridge discomforting gaps.
In the dispersal after the meal, Lidgerwood attached himself to Miss Doty; this in sheer self-defense. The desert pa.s.sage was still in its earlier stages, and Miss Carolyn"s volubility promised to be the less of two evils, the greater being the possibility that Eleanor Brewster might seek to re-open a certain spring of bitterness at which he had been constrained to drink deeply and miserably in the past.
The self-defensive expedient served its purpose admirably. For the better part of the desert run, the president slept in his state-room, Mrs. Brewster and the judge dozed in their respective easy-chairs, and Jefferis and Miriam Holcombe, after roaming for an uneasy half-hour from the rear platform to the cook"s galley forward, went up ahead, at one of the stops, to ride--by the superintendent"s permission--in the engine cab with Williams. Miss Brewster and Van Lew were absorbed in a book of plays, and their corner of the large, open compartment was the one farthest removed from the double divan which Lidgerwood had chosen for Miss Carolyn and himself.
Later, Van Lew rolled a cigarette and went to the smoking-compartment, which was in the forward end of the car; and when next Lidgerwood broke Miss Doty"s eye-hold upon him, Miss Brewster had also disappeared--into her state-room, as he supposed. Taking this as a sign of his release, he gently broke the thread of Miss Carolyn"s inquisitiveness, and went out to the rear platform for a breath of fresh air and surcease from the fashery of a neatly balanced tongue.
When it was quite too late to retreat, he found the deep-recessed observation platform of the _Nadia_ occupied. Miss Brewster was not in her state-room, as he had mistakenly persuaded himself. She was sitting in one of the two platform camp-chairs, and she was alone.
"I thought you would come, if I only gave you time enough," she said, quite coolly. "Did you find Carolyn very persuasive?"
He ignored the query about Miss Doty, replying only to the first part of her speech.
"I thought you had gone to your state-room. I hadn"t the slightest idea that you were out here."
"Otherwise you would not have come? How magnificently churlish you can be, upon occasion, Howard!"
"It doesn"t deserve so hard a name," he rejoined patiently. "For the moment I am your father"s guest, and when he asked me to go to Angels with him----"
--"He didn"t tell you that mamma and Judge Holcombe and Carolyn and Miriam and Herbert and Geof. Jefferis and I were along," she cut in maliciously. "Howard, don"t you know you are positively spiteful, at times!"
"No," he denied.
"Don"t contradict me, and don"t be silly." She pushed the other chair toward him. "Sit down and tell me how you"ve been enduring the interval.