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Ford stopped to consider. "To tell the truth, I don't know where mine is," he confessed. "I bought it as the school-boys trade pocket-knives--sight unseen. You wouldn't believe it of a grown man, would you?"
"What made you buy it at all?"
Again he told the simple truth--and tried not to flinch.
"You won't mind if I say that the name attracted me? I thought a mine, or anything, that bore your name, ought to be good and--and desirable.
And it is a good mine; or it will be, by and by. Some morning I shall wake up and find myself rich. At least that is what my partner, Grigsby, a.s.sures me; and I believe him when I happen to remember it."
She neither approved nor disapproved. When she spoke, it was of the present necessity. "We must go back to the others now," she said. "Or at least I must. Do you know what is to be done to-day?"
Ford spread his hands.
"Your uncle will set the pace. I wouldn't venture a guess, after last night."
He was handing her down from the engine step and she went back in a word to the former contention.
"You haven't promised me yet that you will not resign under fire--you are under fire, you know."
"Am I?"
"Brother thinks you are."
Once more he took the pessimistic view.
"Your brother isn't losing any sleep over the Pacific Southwestern situation. You said he was in England, didn't you?"
"I said he was in London when he wrote."
"London is a long way off: and what I do must be done to-day or to-morrow. Mr. North will force the fighting, now that your uncle is on the ground, and your brother safely on the opposite side of the earth.
And I can't afford to fight this time, Miss Alicia."
"Why can't you?"
They were walking slowly back toward the Nadia when he said: "Because a victory would cost me more than I am willing to pay. There is no longer room in this service for Mr. North and me. If we come to blows one of us will have to go."
"I can understand that," she said quietly.
"And to obliterate Mr. North, I shall be obliged to efface--your uncle."
She caught her breath.
"Mr. Ford, you have intimated that Mr. North isn't an honest man. Do you ask me to believe that Uncle Sidney is his accomplice?"
"He is not, knowingly. But he will stand or fall with the man he has made. I should have to ride him down before I could get at North."
Her lip curled and the straight-browed little frown came again. "There is no such thing as mercy in business, is there, Mr. Ford? My uncle is an old man and his presidency means more to him--"
"I understand that perfectly," said Ford soberly. "That is why I prefer to step down and out and let some other man have the glory of finis.h.i.+ng the extension."
She looked up quickly.
"Would you do that for Uncle Sidney? He hasn't been very lenient with you, has he?"
Ford ignored the query.
"He is your uncle, Miss Alicia; and I'd do it for your sake or not at all."
They had reached the steps of the private car, and Frisbie was waiting with evident impatience for a word with Ford. Miss Adair's eyes signaled emotion, and Ford thought it was resentment. But her parting word was not resentful; it was merely a repet.i.tion.
"Go to Mr. Frisbie," she said from the car step; "he is waiting for you." And then: "Remember; whatever happens, _you must not resign_--not even if Uncle Sidney asks you to."
Frisbie's information, given after Miss Adair had gone in, was rather mystifying. Young Benson, who was just in from the grade work beyond Copah, brought word of a party of strange engineers running lines on the opposite side of the river from the rejected S. L & W. short-cut through the canyon of shale slides. Questioned by Benson, they had told what Frisbie believed to be a fairy tale. The chief of the party claimed to be the newly-elected county surveyor from Copah, running the lines for some mining property recently filed for entry. Benson had not been over curious; but he was observant enough to note that the tale was a misfit in three important particulars. He saw no locating stakes, such as a prospector always sets up conspicuously to mark his claim; and there were no signs of the precious metal, and no holes to indicate an attempt to find it.
"What's your guess, d.i.c.k?" said Ford tersely.
The a.s.sistant shook his head.
"I haven't any coming to me. But I don't like mysteries."
"Where was this party?"
"About a mile and a half below here. It was going out toward Copah when Jack met it--its work, whatever it was, all done, apparently."
It was one of Frisbie's gifts to be suspicious; but Ford was lacking on that side.
"It's barely possible that the man was telling the truth, in spite of Benson's failure to find any prospect holes," he remarked. "We'll let it go at that until we know something different. It couldn't be a Transcontinental party, this far from home, and we haven't anybody else to fear."
Frisbie dropped the subject as one of the abstractions and took up the concrete.
"What are the orders for to-day?" he asked.
"I don't know. I'm waiting for Mr. Colbrith to say."
"There are two buckboard teams here, in the MacMorrogh stables--came over from Copah last night. What are they for?"
"I don't know. Another of the president's little surprises, I suppose.
We'll know when he sends for me."
The expected summons came at that precise moment, transmitted by Penfield. Mr. Colbrith would like to see Mr. Ford in his private state-room in the Nadia. The secretary had a sheaf of telegrams in his hand, and wished to be directed to the wire office. Frisbie took him in charge, and Ford went to obey the summons.
The president was sitting very erect in his swing chair when the young engineer let himself into the box-like compartment, and his voice was at its thinnest when he said: "Be seated, Mr. Ford."
Ford sat down on the divan-couch, and the president plunged at once into business.
"Some time ago, you advised me, as chairman of the executive committee, that you had decided upon a change of route, Mr. Ford," he began raspingly. "What were your reasons for making the change?"
"I stated them in my letter of advice," said Ford; "economy in construction and greater safety in operating, as against a slight increase in the length of the line."