Part 11 (1/2)
”He always does when he gets a grouch. I wish I could get a white man.”
”A white man that _can_ cook hates to stay sober long enough to build a bannock,” said McHale. ”c.h.i.n.k grub has one flavour, but it comes reg'lar, there's that about it.”
Feng entered with fresh supplies, and they drank luxuriously, tinkling the ice in the gla.s.ses, prolonging the satisfaction of thirst. McHale went about his business. Sheila picked up her hat and gloves, declaring that she must be going. Casey insisted on accompanying her. He s.h.i.+fted his saddle to Dolly, a pet little gray mare; not because s.h.i.+ner was tired, but because there was a hard ride in store for him on the morrow.
They rode into Talapus in time for supper. Afterward Casey and McCrae discussed the coming of Farwell, and its significance.
”I pumped Corney Quilty a little,” said Casey. ”This Farwell is a slap-up man, and they'd never waste him on this little job without some good reason. I'm told he's bad medicine. Unpleasant devil, he seems. I wonder if they've got wise at all? If they have it will be mighty interesting for us.”
”I'll chance it,” said McCrae. ”Anyway, we'll all be in it.”
”That's a comforting thought,” said Dunne. As he rode home that night he went over the ranchers one by one; and he was quite sure that each was trustworthy.
CHAPTER VII
Farwell took charge of his construction camps, and immediately began to infuse some of his own energy into his subordinates.
But as a beginning he rode over the works, blue prints in hand, thus getting to know the contour of the country, and the actual location and run of the main ca.n.a.l and branch ditches, constructed and projected.
With this knowledge safely filed away in his head, he proceeded to verify the calculations of others; for he had once had the bitter experience of endeavouring to complete work which had been based on the erroneous calculations of another man. He had been blamed for that, because it had been necessary to find a scapegoat for the fruitless expenditure of many thousands. So, having had his lesson, he was ever after extremely careful to check all calculations, regardless of the labour involved.
These things occupied him closely for some weeks. He saw scarcely anybody but his own men, nor did he wish to see anybody else. He intended to finish the job, and get out at something better. Therefore he plugged away day and night, and, so far as he could, forced others to do the same.
But the current of his routine was changed by so small a thing as a wire nail. He was returning from an inspection of his ditches, when his horse pulled up dead lame. Farwell, dismounting, found the nail imbedded to the head in the animal's hoof; and he could not withdraw it, though he broke his knife blade in repeated attempts. He swore angrily, not because it meant temporary inconvenience to himself, but because he sympathized with his horse; and, looping the reins over his arm, began to walk, the animal limping after him.
Half an hour of this slow progress brought him in sight of Talapus Ranch. It had been pointed out to him before; but it was with considerable reluctance that he decided, for his mount's sake, to turn into the trail to the house.
Sheila was on the veranda, and Farwell raised his hat.
”Miss McCrae, I think. You may remember me--Farwell. I'm sorry to trouble you, but my horse has picked up a nail. If I could borrow a pair of pliers or shoeing pincers----”
”Of course. Father is at the stable. I'll show you.”
Donald McCrae, just in from a day of irrigating, shook hands, and took the horse's hoof between his knees with the certainty of a farrier.
”Right bang to the head,” he observed, as he tried for a grip. ”I'll have it in a minute. Hold him, now! Steady, boy! There you are!”
With a twist and an outward wrench he held up the nail between the tips of the pincers. He released the hoof, but the horse held it clear of the ground.
”Sore,” said McCrae. ”A nasty brute of a piece of wire, too. That's a mighty lame cayuse. You won't ride him for a week--maybe two.”
”He'll have to take me to camp, or I'll have to take him.”
”And that might lame him for two months. Leave him here. I'll poultice the foot if it needs it. You stay and have supper. Afterward we'll drive you over.”
Farwell demurred, surprised. He considered all the ranchers to be leagued against the railway, and in that he was not far wrong. In his mind it followed as a corollary that they were also hostile to him, as he was hostile to them.
”Thanks! It's very good of you, but, under the circ.u.mstances--you understand what I mean.”