At night, he would sit in the kitchen and smoke, listening to all that the two women had done and planned in the day. The right kind of horses was hard to buy, and, as he put it, it was like pulling a tooth to get a farmer to part with one, despite the fact that he had been authorized to increase the buying sum by as much as fifty dollars. Despite the coming of the automobile, the price of heavy draught animals continued to rise.
From as early as Billy could remember, the price of the big work horses had increased steadily. After the great earthquake, the price had jumped; yet it had never gone back.
"Billy, you make more money as a horse-buyer than a common laborer, don"t you?" Mrs. Mortimer asked. "Very well, then. You won"t have to drain the meadow, or plow it, or anything. You keep right on buying horses. Work with your head. But out of what you make you will please pay the wages of one laborer for Saxon"s vegetables. It will be a good investment, with quick returns."
"Sure," he agreed. "That"s all anybody hires any body for--to make money outa "m. But how Saxon an" one man are goin" to work them five acres, when Mr. Hale says two of us couldn"t do what"s needed on two acres, is beyond me."
"Saxon isn"t going to work," Mrs. Mortimer retorted.
"Did you see me working at San Jose? Saxon is going to use her head.
It"s about time you woke up to that. A dollar and a half a day is what is earned by persons who don"t use their heads. And she isn"t going to be satisfied with a dollar and a half a day. Now listen. I had a long talk with Mr. Hale this afternoon. He says there are practically no efficient laborers to be hired in the valley."
"I know that," Billy interjected. "All the good men go to the cities.
It"s only the leavin"s that"s left. The good ones that stay behind ain"t workin" for wages."
"Which is perfectly true, every word. Now listen, children. I knew about it, and I spoke to Mr. Hale. He is prepared to make the arrangements for you. He knows all about it himself, and is in touch with the Warden. In short, you will parole two good-conduct prisoners from San Quentin; and they will be gardeners. There are plenty of Chinese and Italians there, and they are the best truck-farmers. You kill two birds with one stone.
You serve the poor convicts, and you serve yourselves."
Saxon hesitated, shocked; while Billy gravely considered the question.
"You know John," Mrs. Mortimer went on, "Mr. Hale"s man about the place?
How do you like him?"
"Oh, I was wishing only to-day that we could find somebody like him,"
Saxon said eagerly. "He"s such a dear, faithful soul. Mrs. Hale told me a lot of fine things about him."
"There"s one thing she didn"t tell you," smiled Mrs. Mortimer. "John is a paroled convict. Twenty-eight years ago, in hot blood, he killed a man in a quarrel over sixty-five cents. He"s been out of prison with the Hales three years now. You remember Louis, the old Frenchman, on my place? He"s another. So that"s settled. When your two come--of course you will pay them fair wages--and we"ll make sure they"re the same nationality, either Chinese or Italians--well, when they come, John, with their help, and under Mr. Hale"s guidance, will knock together a small cabin for them to live in. We"ll select the spot. Even so, when your farm is in full swing you"ll have to have more outside help. So keep your eyes open, Billy, while you"re gallivanting over the valley."
The next night Billy failed to return, and at nine o"clock a Glen Ellen boy on horseback delivered a telegram. Billy had sent it from Lake County. He was after horses for Oakland.
Not until the third night did he arrive home, tired to exhaustion, but with an ill concealed air of pride.
"Now what have you been doing these three days?" Mrs. Mortimer demanded.
"Usin" my head," he boasted quietly. "Killin" two birds with one stone; an", take it from me, I killed a whole flock. Huh! I got word of it at Lawndale, an" I wanta tell you Hazel an" Hattie was some tired when I stabled "m at Calistoga an" pulled out on the stage over St. Helena.
I was Johnny-on-the-spot, an" I nailed "m--eight whoppers--the whole outfit of a mountain teamster. Young animals, sound as a dollar, and the lightest of "em over fifteen hundred. I shipped "m last night from Calistoga. An", well, that ain"t all.
"Before that, first day, at Lawndale, I seen the fellow with the teamin"
contract for the pavin"-stone quarry. Sell horses! He wanted to buy "em.
He wanted to buy "em bad. He"d even rent "em, he said."
"And you sent him the eight you bought!" Saxon broke in.
"Guess again. I bought them eight with Oakland money, an" they was shipped to Oakland. But I got the Lawndale contractor on long distance, and he agreed to pay me half a dollar a day rent for every work horse up to half a dozen. Then I telegraphed the Boss, tellin" him to ship me six sore-footed mares, Bud Strothers to make the choice, an" to charge to my commission. Bud knows what I "m after. Soon as they come, off go their shoes. Two weeks in pasture, an" then they go to Lawndale. They can do the work. It"s a down-hill haul to the railroad on a dirt road. Half a dollar rent each--that"s three dollars a day they"ll bring me six days a week. I don"t feed "em, shoe "m, or nothin", an" I keep an eye on "m to see they"re treated right. Three bucks a day, eh! Well, I guess that"ll keep a couple of dollar-an "-a-half men goin" for Saxon, unless she works "em Sundays. Huh! The Valley of the Moon! Why, we"ll be wearin"
diamonds before long. Gosh! A fellow could live in the city a thousan"
years an" not get such chances. It beats China lottery."
He stood up.
"I "m goin" out to water Hazel an" Hattie, feed "m, an" bed "m down.
I"ll eat soon as I come back."
The two women were regarding each other with shining eyes, each on the verge of speech when Billy returned to the door and stuck his head in.
"They"s one thing maybe you ain"t got," he said. "I pull down them three dollars every day; but the six mares is mine, too. I own "m. They"re mine. Are you on?"
CHAPTER XX
"I"m not done with you children," had been Mrs. Mortimer"s parting words; and several times that winter she ran up to advise, and to teach Saxon how to calculate her crops for the small immediate market, for the increasing spring market, and for the height of summer, at which time she would be able to sell all she could possibly grow and then not supply the demand. In the meantime, Hazel and Hattie were used every odd moment in hauling manure from Glen Ellen, whose barnyards had never known such a thorough cleaning. Also there were loads of commercial fertilizer from the railroad station, bought under Mrs. Mortimer"s instructions.
The convicts paroled were Chinese. Both had served long in prison, and were old men; but the day"s work they were habitually capable of won Mrs. Mortimer"s approval. Gow Yum, twenty years before, had had charge of the vegetable garden of one of the great Menlo Park estates. His disaster had come in the form of a fight over a game of fan tan in the Chinese quarter at Redwood City. His companion, Chan Chi, had been a hatchet-man of note, in the old fighting days of the San Francisco tongs. But a quarter of century of discipline in the prison vegetable gardens had cooled his blood and turned his hand from hatchet to hoe.
These two a.s.sistants had arrived in Glen Ellen like precious goods in bond and been receipted for by the local deputy sheriff, who, in addition, reported on them to the prison authorities each month. Saxon, too, made out a monthly report and sent it in.
As for the danger of their cutting her throat, she quickly got over the idea of it. The mailed hand of the State hovered over them. The taking of a single drink of liquor would provoke that hand to close down and jerk them back to prison-cells. Nor had they freedom of movement. When old Gow Yum needed to go to San Francisco to sign certain papers before the Chinese Consul, permission had first to be obtained from San Quentin. Then, too, neither man was nasty tempered. Saxon had been apprehensive of the task of bossing two desperate convicts; but when they came she found it a pleasure to work with them. She could tell them what to do, but it was they who knew how to do. From them she learned all the ten thousand tricks and quirks of artful gardening, and she was not long in realizing how helpless she would have been had she depended on local labor.
Still further, she had no fear, because she was not alone. She had been using her head. It was quickly apparent to her that she could not adequately oversee the outside work and at the same time do the house work. She wrote to Ukiah to the energetic widow who had lived in the adjoining house and taken in washing. She had promptly closed with Saxon"s offer. Mrs. Paul was forty, short in stature, and weighed two hundred pounds, but never wearied on her feet. Also she was devoid of fear, and, according to Billy, could settle the hash of both Chinese with one of her mighty arms. Mrs. Paul arrived with her son, a country lad of sixteen who knew horses and could milk Hilda, the pretty Jersey which had successfully pa.s.sed Edmund"s expert eye. Though Mrs. Paul ably handled the house, there was one thing Saxon insisted on doing--namely, washing her own pretty flimsies.
"When I "m no longer able to do that," she told Billy, "you can take a spade to that clump of redwoods beside Wild Water and dig a hole. It will be time to bury me."
It was early in the days of Madrono Ranch, at the time of Mrs.
Mortimer"s second visit, that Billy drove in with a load of pipe; and house, chicken yards, and barn were piped from the second-hand tank he installed below the house-spring.
"Huh! I guess I can use my head," he said. "I watched a woman over on the other side of the valley, packin" water two hundred feet from the spring to the house; an" I did some figurin". I put it at three trips a day and on wash days a whole lot more; an" you can"t guess what I made out she traveled a year packin" water. One hundred an" twenty-two miles.
D"ye get that? One hundred and twenty-two miles! I asked her how long she"d been there. Thirty-one years. Multiply it for yourself. Three thousan", seven hundred an" eighty-two miles--all for the sake of two hundred feet of pipe. Wouldn"t that jar you?"
"Oh, I ain"t done yet. They"s a bath-tub an" stationary tubs a-comin"
soon as I can see my way. An", say, Saxon, you know that little clear flat just where Wild Water runs into Sonoma. They"s all of an acre of it. An" it"s mine! Got that? An" no walkin" on the gra.s.s for you. It"ll be my gra.s.s. I "m goin" up stream a ways an" put in a ram. I got a big second-hand one staked out that I can get for ten dollars, an" it"ll pump more water"n I need. An" you"ll see alfalfa growin" that"ll make your mouth water. I gotta have another horse to travel around on. You"re usin" Hazel an" Hattie too much to give me a chance; an" I"ll never see "m as soon as you start deliverin" vegetables. I guess that alfalfa"ll help some to keep another horse goin"."
But Billy was destined for a time to forget his alfalfa in the excitement of bigger ventures. First, came trouble. The several hundred dollars he had arrived with in Sonoma Valley, and all his own commissions since earned, had gone into improvements and living. The eighteen dollars a week rental for his six horses at Lawndale went to pay wages. And he was unable to buy the needed saddle-horse for his horse-buying expeditions. This, however, he had got around by again using his head and killing two birds with one stone. He began breaking colts to drive, and in the driving drove them wherever he sought horses.
So far all was well. But a new administration in San Francisco, pledged to economy, had stopped all street work. This meant the shutting down of the Lawndale quarry, which was one of the sources of supply for paving blocks. The six horses would not only be back on his hands, but he would have to feed them. How Mrs. Paul, Gow Yum, and Chan Chi were to be paid was beyond him.
"I guess we"ve bit off more"n we could chew," he admitted to Saxon.
That night he was late in coming home, but brought with him a radiant face. Saxon was no less radiant.
"It"s all right," she greeted him, coming out to the barn where he was unhitching a tired but fractious colt. "I"ve talked with all three. They see the situation, and are perfectly willing to let their wages stand a while. By another week I start Hazel and Hattie delivering vegetables.
Then the money will pour in from the hotels and my books won"t look so lopsided. And--oh, Billy--you"d never guess. Old Gow Yum has a bank account. He came to me afterward--I guess he was thinking it over--and offered to lend me four hundred dollars. What do you think of that?"
"That I ain"t goin" to be too proud to borrow it off "m, if he IS a c.h.i.n.k. He"s a white one, an" maybe I"ll need it. Because, you see--well, you can"t guess what I"ve been up to since I seen you this mornin". I"ve been so busy I ain"t had a bite to eat."
"Using your head?" She laughed.
"You can call it that," he joined in her laughter. "I"ve been spendin"
money like water."
"But you haven"t got any to spend," she objected.