He was right in his conjecture. Even the men who would have willingly "held him up" a moment after, at the bidding of Steptoe, saw no reason for declining a free drink "without prejudice." And it was a part of the irony of the situation that Steptoe and Van Loo were also obliged to partic.i.p.ate to keep in with their partisans. It was, however, an opportune diversion to Van Loo, who managed to get nearer the door leading to the back entrance of the hotel, and to Mr. Jack Hamlin, who was watching him, as the men closed up to the bar.
The toast was drunk with acclamation, followed by another and yet another. Steptoe and Van Loo, who had kept their heads cool, were both wondering if Hamlin"s intention were to intoxicate and incapacitate the crowd at the crucial moment, and Steptoe smiled grimly over his superior knowledge of their alcoholic capacity. But suddenly there was the greater diversion of a shout from the road, the on-coming of a cloud of red dust, and the halt of another vehicle before the door. This time it was no jaded single horse and dust-stained buggy, but a double team of four spirited trotters, whose coats were scarcely turned with foam, before a light station wagon containing a single man. But that man was instantly recognized by every one of the outside loungers and stable-boys as well as the staring crowd within the saloon. It was James Stacy, the millionaire and banker. No one but himself knew that he had covered half the distance of a night-long ride from Boomville in two hours. But before they could voice their astonishment Stacy had thrown a letter to the obsequious landlord, and then gathering up the reins had sped away to the railroad station half a mile distant.
"Looks as if the Boss of Creation was in a hurry," said one of the eager gazers in the doorway. "Somebody goin" to get smashed, sure."
"More like as if he was just humpin" himself to keep from getting smashed," said Steptoe. "The bank hasn"t got over the effect of their smart deal in the Wheat Trust. Everything they had in their hands tumbled yesterday in Sacramento. Men like me and you ain"t goin" to trust their money to be "jockeyed" with in that style. n.o.body but a man with a swelled head like Stacy would have even dared to try it on. And now, by G-d! he"s got to pay for it."
The harsh, exultant tone of the speaker showed that he had quite forgotten Van Loo and Hamlin in his superior hatred of the millionaire, and both men noticed it. Van Loo edged still nearer to the door, as Steptoe continued, "Ever since he made that big strike on Heavy Tree five years ago, the country hasn"t been big enough to hold him. But mark my words, gentlemen, the time ain"t far off when he"ll find a two-foot ditch again and a pick and grub wages room enough and to spare for him and his kind of cattle."
"You"re not drinking," said Jack Hamlin cheerfully.
Steptoe turned towards the bar, and then started. "Where"s Van Loo?" he demanded of Jack sharply.
Jack jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Gone to hurry up his girl, I reckon. I calculate he ain"t got much time to fool away here."
Steptoe glanced suspiciously at Jack. But at the same moment they were all startled--even Jack himself--at the apparition of Mrs. Barker pa.s.sing hurriedly along the veranda before the windows in the direction of the still waiting buggy. "D--n it!" said Steptoe in a fierce whisper to the man next him. "Tell her not THERE--at the back door!" But before the messenger reached the door there was a sudden rattle of wheels, and with one accord all except Hamlin rushed to the veranda, only to see Mrs. Barker driving rapidly away alone. Steptoe turned back into the room, but Jack also had disappeared.
For in the confusion created at the sight of Mrs. Barker, he had slipped to the back door and found, as he suspected, only one horse, and that with a side-saddle on. His intuitions were right. Van Loo, when he disappeared from the saloon, had instantly fled, taking the other horse and abandoning the woman to her fate. Jack as instantly leaped upon the remaining saddle and dashed after him. Presently he caught a glimpse of the fugitive in the distance, heard the half-angry, half-ironical shouts of the crowd at the back door, and as he reached the hilltop saw, with a mingling of satisfaction and perplexity, Mrs. Barker on the other road, still driving frantically in the direction of the railroad station. At which Mr. Hamlin halted, threw away his enc.u.mbering saddle, and, good rider that he was, remounted the horse, barebacked but for his blanket-pad, and thrusting his knees in the loose girths, again dashed forwards,--with such good results that, as Van Loo galloped up to the stagecoach office, at the next station, and was about to enter the waiting coach for Marysville, the soft hand of Mr. Hamlin was laid on his shoulder.
"I told you," said Jack blandly, "that I had plenty of time. I would have been here BEFORE and even overtaken you, only you had the better horse and the only saddle."
Van Loo recoiled. But he was now desperate and reckless. Beckoning Jack out of earshot of the other pa.s.sengers, he said with tightened lips, "Why do you follow me? What is your purpose in coming here?"
"I thought," said Hamlin dryly, "that I was to have the pleasure of getting satisfaction from you for the insult you gave me."
"Well, and if I apologize for it, what then?" he said quickly.
Hamlin looked at him quietly. "Well, I think I also said something about the lady being the wife of a friend of mine."
"And I have left her BEHIND. Her husband can take her back without disgrace, for no one knows of her flight but you and me. Do you think your shooting me will save her? It will spread the scandal far and wide.
For I warn you, that as I have apologized for what you choose to call my personal insult, unless you murder me in cold blood without witness, I shall let them know the REASON of your quarrel. And I can tell you more: if you only succeed in STOPPING me here, and make me lose my chance of getting away, the scandal to your friend will be greater still."
Mr. Hamlin looked at Van Loo curiously. There was a certain amount of conviction in what he said. He had never met this kind of creature before. He had surpa.s.sed even Hamlin"s first intuition of his character.
He amused and interested him. But Mr. Hamlin was also a man of the world, and knew that Van Loo"s reasoning might be good. He put his hands in his pockets, and said gravely, "What IS your little game?"
Van Loo had been seized with another inspiration of desperation. Steptoe had been partly responsible for this situation. Van Loo knew that Jack and Steptoe were not friends. He had certain secrets of Steptoe"s that might be of importance to Jack. Why should he not try to make friends with this powerful free-lance and half-outlaw?
"It"s a game," he said significantly, "that might be of interest to your friends to hear."
Hamlin took his hands out of his pockets, turned on his heel, and said, "Come with me."
"But I must go by that coach now," said Van Loo desperately, "or--I"ve told you what would happen."
"Come with me," said Jack coolly. "If I"m satisfied with what you tell me, I"ll put you down at the next station an hour before that coach gets there."
"You swear it?" said Van Loo hesitatingly.
"I"ve SAID it," returned Jack. "Come!" and Van Loo followed Mr. Hamlin into the station hotel.
CHAPTER VI.
The abrupt disappearance of Jack Hamlin and the strange lady and gentleman visitor was scarcely noticed by the other guests of the Divide House, and beyond the circle of Steptoe and his friends, who were a distinct party and strangers to the town, there was no excitement.
Indeed, the hotel proprietor might have confounded them together, and, perhaps, Van Loo was not far wrong in his belief that their ident.i.ty had not been suspected. Nor were Steptoe"s followers very much concerned in an episode in which they had taken part only at the suggestion of their leader, and which had terminated so tamely. That they would have liked a "row," in which Jack Hamlin would have been incidentally forced to disgorge his winnings, there was no doubt, but that their interference was asked solely to gratify some personal spite of Steptoe"s against Van Loo was equally plain to them. There was some grumbling and outspoken criticism of his methods.
This was later made more obvious by the arrival of another guest for whom Steptoe and his party were evidently waiting. He was a short, stout man, whose heavy red beard was trimmed a little more carefully than when he was first known to Steptoe as Alky Hall, the drunkard of Heavy Tree Hill. His dress, too, exhibited a marked improvement in quality and style, although still characterized in the waist and chest by the unb.u.t.toned freedom of portly and slovenly middle age. Civilization had restricted his potations or limited them to certain festivals known as "sprees," and his face was less puffy and sodden. But with the accession of sobriety he had lost his good humor, and had the irritability and intolerance of virtuous restraint.
"Ye needn"t ladle out any of your forty-rod whiskey to me," he said querulously to Steptoe, as he filed out with the rest of the party through the bar-room into the adjacent apartment. "I want to keep my head level till our business is over, and I reckon it wouldn"t hurt you and your gang to do the same. They"re less likely to blab; and there are few doors that whiskey won"t unlock," he added, as Steptoe turned the key in the door after the party had entered.
The room had evidently been used for meetings of directors or political caucuses, and was roughly furnished with notched and whittled armchairs and a single long deal table, on which were ink and pens. The men sat down around it with a half-embarra.s.sed, half-contemptuous att.i.tude of formality, their bent brows and isolated looks showing little community of sentiment and scarcely an attempt to veil that individual selfishness that was prominent. Still less was there any essay of companionship or sympathy in the manner of Steptoe as he suddenly rapped on the table with his knuckles.
"Gentlemen," he said, with a certain deliberation of utterance, as if he enjoyed his own coa.r.s.e directness, "I reckon you all have a sort of general idea what you were picked up for, or you wouldn"t be here.
But you may or may not know that for the present you are honest, hard-working miners,--the backbone of the State of Californy,--and that you have formed yourselves into a company called the "Blue Jay,"
and you"ve settled yourselves on the Bar below Heavy Tree Hill, on a deserted claim of the Marshall Brothers, not half a mile from where the big strike was made five years ago. That"s what you ARE, gentlemen; that"s what you"ll continue TO BE until the job"s finished; and," he added, with a sudden dominance that they all felt, "the man who forgets it will have to reckon with me. Now," he continued, resuming his former ironical manner, "now, what are the cold facts of the case? The Marshalls worked this claim ever since "49, and never got anything out of it; then they dropped off or died out, leaving only one brother, Tom Marshall, to work what was left of it. Well, a few days ago HE found indications of a big lead in the rock, and instead of rushin" out and yellin" like an honest man, and callin" in the boys to drink, he sneaks off to "Frisco, and goes to the bank to get "em to take a hand in it.
Well, you know, when Jim Stacy takes a hand in anything, IT"S BOTH HANDS, and the bank wouldn"t see it until he promised to guarantee possession of the whole abandoned claim,--"dips, spurs, and angles,"--and let them work the whole thing, which the d----d fool DID, and the bank agreed to send an expert down there to-morrow to report.
But while he was away some one on our side, who was an expert also, got wind of it, and made an examination all by himself, and found it was a vein sure enough and a big thing, and some one else on our side found out, too, all that Marshall had promised the bank and what the bank had promised him. Now, gentlemen, when the bank sends down that expert to-morrow I expect that he will find YOU IN POSSESSION of every part of the deserted claim except the spot where Tom is still working."
"And what good is that to us?" asked one of the men contemptuously.
"Good?" repeated Steptoe harshly. "Well, if you"re not as d----d a fool as Marshall, you"ll see that if he has struck a lead or vein it"s bound to run across OUR CLAIMS, and what"s to keep us from sinking for it as long as Marshall hasn"t worked the other claims for years nor pre-empted them for this lead?"
"What"ll keep him from preempting now?"
"Our possession."
"But if he can prove that the brothers left their claims to him to keep, he"ll just send the sheriff and his posse down upon us," persisted the first speaker.
"It will take him three months to do that by law, and the sheriff and his posse can"t do it before as long as we"re in peaceable possession of it. And by the time that expert and Marshall return they"ll find us in peaceful possession, unless we"re such blasted fools as to stay talking about it here!"
"But what"s to prevent Marshall from getting a gang of his own to drive us off?"
"Now your talkin" and not yelpin"," said Steptoe, with slow insolence.
"D----d if I didn"t begin to think you kalkilated I was goin" to employ you as lawyers! Nothing is to prevent him from gettin" up HIS gang, and we hope he"ll do it, for you see it puts us both on the same level before the law, for we"re both BREAKIN" IT. And we kalkilate that we"re as good as any roughs they can pick up at Heavy Tree."
"I reckon!" "Ye can count us in!" said half a dozen voices eagerly.
"But what"s the job goin" to pay us?" persisted a Sydney man. "An" arter we"ve beat off this other gang, are we going to scrub along on grub wages until we"re yanked out by process-sarvers three months later? If that"s the ticket I"m not in it. I aren"t no b--y quartz miner."
"We ain"t going to do no more MINING there than the bank," said Steptoe fiercely. "And the bank ain"t going to wait no three months for the end of the lawsuit. They"ll float the stock of that mine for a couple of millions, and get out of it with a million before a month. And they"ll have to buy us off to do that. What they"ll pay will depend upon the lead; but we don"t move off those claims for less than five thousand dollars, which will be two hundred and fifty dollars to each man. But,"
said Steptoe in a lower but perfectly distinct voice, "if there should be a row,--and they BEGIN it,--and in the scuffle Tom Marshall, their only witness, should happen to get in the way of a revolver or have his head caved in, there might be some difficulty in their holdin" ANY OF THE MINE against honest, hardworking miners in possession. You hear me?"
There was a breathless silence for the moment, and a slight movement of the men in their chairs, but never in fear or protest. Every one had heard the speaker distinctly, and every man distinctly understood him.
Some of them were criminals, one or two had already the stain of blood on their hands; but even the most timid, who at other times might have shrunk from suggested a.s.sa.s.sination, saw in the speaker"s words only the fair removal of a natural enemy.
"All right, boys. I"m ready to wade in at once. Why ain"t we on the road now? We might have been but for foolin" our time away on that man Van Loo."