Ridgway of Montana

by Raine, William MacLeod

  His answer came in a flood of light, and showed him a young woman crouched on the hall-rack a dozen feet from the switch. She was very white, and there was a little stain of crimson on the white lace of her sleeve.

  A voice from the landing above demanded quickly, "Who are you, sir?" and after he had looked up', cried in surprise, "Mr. Yesler."

  "Miss Balfour," he replied. "I'll explain later. I'm afraid the lady has been hit by a bullet."

  He was already beside his rescuer. She looked at him with a trace of a tired smile and said:

  "In my arm."

  After which she fainted. He picked up the young woman, carried her to the stairs, and mounted them.

  "This way," said Virginia, leading him into a bedroom, the door of which was open.

  He observed with surprise that she, too, was dressed in evening clothes, and rightly surmised that they had just come back from some social function.

  "Is it serious?" asked Virginia, when he had laid his burden on the bed.

  She was already clipping with a pair of scissors the sleeve from round the wound.

  "It ought not to be," he said after he had examined it. "The bullet has scorched along the fleshy part of the forearm. We must telephone for a doctor at once."

  She did so, then found water and cotton for bandages, and helped him make a temporary dressing. The patient recovered consciousness under the touch of the cold water, and asked: what was the matter.

  "You have been hurt a little, but not badly I think. Don't you remember? You came down and opened the door to let me in."

  "They were shooting at you. What for?" she wanted to know.

  He smiled. "Don't worry about that. It's all over with. I'm sorry you were hurt in saving me," said Yesler gently.

  "Did I save you?" The gray eyes showed a gleam of pleasure.

  "You certainly did."

  "This is Mr. Yesler, Laska. Mr. Yesler—Miss Lowe. I think you have never met."

  "Never before to-night," he said, pinning the bandage in place round the plump arm. "There. That's all just now, ma'am. Did I hurt you very much?"

  The young woman felt oddly exhilarated. "Not much. I'll forgive you if you'll tell me all about the affair. Why did they want to hurt you?"

  His big heart felt very tender toward this girl who had been wounded for him, but he showed it only by a smiling deference.

  "You're right persistent, ma'am. You hadn't ought to be bothering your head about any such thing, but if you feel that way I'll be glad to tell you."

  He did. While they sat there and waited for the coming of the doctor, he told her the whole story of his attempt to stop the corruption that was eating like a canker at the life of the State. He was a plain man, not in the least eloquent, and he told his story without any sense that he had played any unusual part. In fact, he was ashamed that he had been forced to assume a role which necessitated a kind of treachery to those who thought they had bought him.

  Laska Lowe's eyes shone with the delight his tale inspired in her. She lived largely in the land of ideals, and this fight against wrong moved her mightily. She could feel for him none of the shame which he felt for himself at being mixed up in so bad a business. He was playing a man's part, had chosen it at risk of his life. That was enough. In every fiber of her, she was glad that good fortune had given her the chance to bear a part of the battle. In her inmost heart she was even glad that to the day of her death she must bear the scar that would remind her she had suffered in so good a cause.

  Virginia, for once obliterating herself, perceived how greatly taken they were with each other. At bottom, nearly every woman is a match-maker. This one was no exception. She liked both this man and this woman, and her fancy had already begun to follow her hopes. Never before had Laska appeared to show much interest in any of the opposite sex with whom her friend had seen her. Now she was all enthusiasm, had forgotten completely the pain of her wound in the spirit's glow.

  "She loved me for the danger I had pass'd,

  And I loved her that she did pity them.

  This only is the witchcraft I have us'd.'"

  Virginia quoted softly to herself, her eyes on the young woman so finely unconscious of the emotion that thrilled her.

  Not until the clock in the hall below struck two did Yesler remember his appointment in the Ridgway Building. The doctor had come and was about to go. He suggested that if Yesler felt it would be safe for him to go, they might walk across to the hotel together.

  "And leave us alone." Laska could have bitten her tongue after the words were out.

  Virginia explained. "The Leighs are out of the city to-night, and it happens that even the servants are gone. I asked Miss Lowe to stay with me all night, but, of course, she feels feverish and nervous after this excitement. Couldn't you send a man to watch the rest of the night out in the house?"

  "Why don't you stay, Mr. Yesler?" the doctor suggested. "You could sleep here, no doubt."

  "You might have your meeting here. It is neutral ground. I can phone to Mr. Ridgway," proposed Virginia in a low voice to Yesler.

  "Doesn't that seem to imply that I'm afraid to leave?" laughed Yesler.

  "It implies that we are afraid to have you. Laska would worry both on your account and our own. I think you owe it to her to stay."

  "Oh, if that's the way it strikes you," he agreed. "Fact is, I don't quite like to leave you anyhow. We'll take Leigh's study. I don't think we shall disturb you at all."

  "I'm sure you won't—and before you go, you'll let us know what you have decided to do."

  "We shall not be through before morning. You'll be asleep by then," he made answer.

  "No, I couldn't sleep till I know all about it."

  "Nor I," agreed Laska. "I want to know all about everything."

  "My dear young lady, you are to take the sleeping-powders and get a good rest," the doctor demurred. "All about everything is too large an order for your good just now."

  Virginia nodded in a businesslike way. "Yes, you're to go to sleep, Laska, and when you waken I'll tell you all about it."

  "That would be better," smiled Yesler, and Virginia thought it significant that her friend made no further protest.

  Gray streaks began to show in the sky before Yesler tapped on the door of Virginia's room. She had discarded the rather elaborate evening gown he had last seen her in, and was wearing some soft fabric which hung from the shoulders in straight lines, and defined the figure while lending the effect of a loose and flowing drapery.

  "How is your patient?" he asked.

  "She has dropped into a good sleep," the girl whispered. "I am sure we don't need to worry about her at all."

  "Nevertheless, it's a luxury I'm going to permit myself for a day or two," he smiled. "I don't have my life saved by a young lady very often."

  "I'm sure you will enjoy worrying about her," she laughed.

  He got back at her promptly. "There's somebody down-stairs worrying about you. He wants to know if there is anything he can do for you, and suggests inviting himself for breakfast in order to make sure."

  "Mr. Ridgway?"

  "How did you guess it first crack? Mr. Ridgway it is."

  She considered a moment. "Yes, tell him to stay. Molly will be back in time to make breakfast, and I want to talk to him. Now tell me what you did."

  "We did Mr. Warner. At least I hope so," he chuckled.

  "I'm so glad. And who is to be senator? Is it Waring?"

  "No. It wouldn't have been possible to elect him even if we had wanted to."

  "And you didn't want to," she flashed.

  "No, we didn't," he admitted frankly. "We couldn't afford to have it generally understood that this was merely a partisan fight on the Consolidated, and that we were pulling Waring's chestnuts out of the fire for him."

  He did not add, though he might have, that Ridgway was tarred with the same brush as the enemy in this matter.

  "Then who is it to be?"

  "That's a secret. I can't tell
even you that. But we have agreed on a man. Waring is to withdraw and throw his influence for him. The Democratic minority will swing in line for him, and we'll do the rest. That's the plan. It may not go through, however."

  "I don't see who it can be that you all unite on. Of course, it isn't Mr. Pelton?"

  "I should hope not."

  "Or Mr. Samuel Yesler?"

  "You've used up all the guesses allowed you. If you want to know, why don't you attend the joint session to-day? It ought to be highly interesting."

  "I shall," she announced promptly. "And I'll bring Laska with me."

  "She won't be able to come."

  "I think she will. It's only a scratch."

  "I don't like to think how much worse it might have been."

  "Then don't think of it. Tell Waring I'll be down presently."

  He went down-stairs again, and Miss Balfour returned to the room.

  "Was that Mr. Yesler?" quietly asked a voice from the bed.

  "Yes, dear. He has gone back to the hotel. He asked about you, of course."

  "He is very kind."

  "It was thoughtful, since you only saved his life," admitted the ironical Miss Balfour.

  "Wasn't it fortunate that we were up?"

  "Very fortunate for him that you were."

  Virginia crossed the room to the bed and kissed her friend with some subtle significance too elusive for words. Laska appeared, however to appreciate it. At least, she blushed.

  CHAPTER 16. AN EXPLOSION IN THE TAURUS

  The change of the relationship between Ridgway and his betrothed, brought about by the advent of a third person into his life, showed itself in the manner of their greeting. She had always been chary of lovers' demonstrations, but until his return from Alpine he had been wont to exact his privilege in spite of her reluctance. Now he was content with the hand she offered him.

  "You've had a strenuous night of it," he said, after a glance at the rather wan face she offered the new day.

  "Yes, we have—and for that matter, I suppose you have, too."

  Man of iron that he was, he looked fresh as morning dew. With his usual lack of self-consciousness, he had appropriated Leigh's private bath, and was glowing from contact with ice-cold water and a crash towel.

  "We've been making history," he agreed. "How's your friend?"

  "She has no fever at all. It was only a scratch. She will be down to breakfast in a minute."

  "Good. She must be a thoroughbred to come running down into the bullets for a stranger she has never seen."

  "She is. You'll like Laska."

  "I'm glad she saved Sam from being made a colander. I can't help liking him, though he doesn't approve of me very much."

  "I suppose not."

  "He is friendly, too." Ridgway laughed as he recalled their battle over who should be the nominee. "But his conscience rules him. It's a free and liberal conscience, generally speaking—nothing Puritan about it, but a distinctive product of the West. Yet, he would not have me for senator at any price."

  "Why?"

  "Didn't think I was fit to represent the people; said if I went in, it would be to use the office for my personal profit."

  "Wasn't he right?"

  "More or less. If I were elected, I would build up my machine, of course, but I would see the people got a show, too."

  She nodded agreement. "I don't think you would make a bad senator."

  "I would be a live wire, anyhow. Sam had other objections to me. He thought I had been using too much money in this campaign."

  "And have you?" she asked, curious to see how he would defend himself.

  "Yes. I had to if I were going to stand any chance. It wasn't from choice. I didn't really want to be senator. I can't afford to give the time to it, but I couldn't afford to let Harley name the man either. I was between the devil and the deep sea."

  "Then, really, Mr. Yesler came to your rescue."

  "That's about it, though he didn't intend it that way."

  "And who is to be the senator?"

  He gave her a cynical smile. "Warner."

  "But I thought—why, surely he—" The surprise of his cool announcement took her breath away.

  "No, he isn't the man our combination decided on, but the trouble is that our combination is going to fall through. Sam's an optimist, but you'll see I'm right. There are too many conflicting elements of us in one boat. We can't lose three votes and win, and it's a safe bet we lose them. The Consolidated must know by this time what we have been about all night. They're busy now sapping at our weak links. Our only chance is to win on the first vote, and I am very sure we won't be able to do it."

  "Oh, I hope you are not right." A young woman was standing in the doorway, her arm in a sling. She had come in time to hear his prophesy, and in the disappointment of it had forgotten that he was a stranger.

  Virginia remedied this, and they went in to breakfast. Laska was full of interest, and poured out eager questions at Ridgway. It was not for several minutes that Virginia recollected to ask again who was the man they had decided upon.

  Her betrothed found some inner source of pleasure that brought out a sardonic smile. "He's a slap in the face at both Harley and me."

  "I can't think who—is he honest?"

  "As the day."

  "And capable?"

  "Oh, yes. He's competent enough."

  "Presentable?"

  "Yes. He'll do the State credit, or rather he would if he were going to be elected."

  "Then I give it up."

  He was leaning forward to tell, when the sharp buzz of the electric door-bell, continued and sustained, diverted the attention of all of them.

  Ridgway put down his napkin. "Probably some one to see me."

  He had risen to his feet when the maid opened the door of the dining-room.

  "A gentleman to see Mr. Ridgway. He says it is very important."

  From the dining-room they could hear the murmur of quick voices, and soon Ridgway returned. He was a transformed man. His eyes were hard as diamonds, and there was the bulldog look of the fighter about his mouth and chin.

  "What is it, Waring?" cried Virginia.

  "Trouble in the mines. An hour ago Harley's men rushed the Taurus and the New York, and drove my men out. One of my shift-foremen and two of his drillers were killed by an explosion set off by Mike Donleavy, a foreman in the Copper King."

  "Did they mean to kill them?" asked the girl whitely.

  "I suppose not. But they took the chance. It's murder just the same—by Jove, it's a club with which to beat the legislators into line."

  He stopped, his brain busy solving the problem as to how he might best turn this development to his own advantage. Part of his equipment was his ability to decide swiftly and surely issues as they came to him. Now he strode to the telephone and began massing his forces.

  "Main 234—Yes—Yes—This the Sun?—Give me Brayton—Hello, Brayton. Get out a special edition at once charging Harley with murder. Run the word as a red headline clear across the page. Show that Vance Edwards and the other boys were killed while on duty by an attack ordered by Harley. Point out that this is the logical result of his course. Don't mince words. Give it him right from the shoulder. Rush it, and be sure a copy of the paper is on the desk of every legislator before the session opens this morning. Have a reliable man there to see that every man gets one. Scatter the paper broadcast among the miners, too. This is important."

  He hung up the receiver, took it down again, and called up Eaton.

  "Hello! This you, Steve? Send for Trelawney and Straus right away. Get them to call a mass meeting of the unions for ten o'clock at the courthouse square. Have dodgers printed and distributed announcing it. Shut down all our mines so that the men can come. I want Straus and Trelawney and two or three of the other prominent labor leaders to denounce Harley and lay the responsibility for this thing right at his door. I'll be up there and outline what they had better say."

  He turned briskly round t
o the young women, his eyes shining with a hard bright light. "I'm sorry, but I have got to cut out breakfast this morning. Business is piling up on me too fast. If you'll excuse me, I'll go now."

  "What are you going to do?" asked Virginia.

  "I haven't time to tell you now. Just watch my smoke," he laughed without mirth.

  No sooner did the news of the tragedy reach Simon Harley than he knew the mistake of his subordinates would be a costly one. The foreman, Donleavy, who had directed the attack on the Taurus, had to be brought from the shafthouse under the protection of a score of Pinkerton detectives to safeguard him from the swift vengeance of the miners, who needed but a word to fling themselves against the cordon of police. Harley himself kept his apartments, the hotel being heavily patrolled by guards on the lookout for suspicious characters. The current of public opinion, never in his favor, now ran swiftly against him, and threats were made openly by the infuriated miners to kill him on sight.

  The members of the unions came to the massmeeting reading the story of the tragedy as the Sun colored the affair. They stayed sullenly to listen to red-hot speeches against the leader of the trust, and gradually the wrath which was simmering in them began to boil. Ridgway, always with a keen sense of the psychological moment, descended the court-house steps just as this fury was at its height. There were instant cries for a speech from him so persistent that he yielded, though apparently with reluctance. His fine presence and strong deep voice soon gave him the ears of all that dense throng. He was far out of the ordinary as a public speaker, and within a few minutes he had his audience with him. He deprecated any violence; spoke strongly for letting the law take its course; and dropped a suggestion that they send a committee to the State-house to urge that Harley's candidate be defeated for the senatorship.

  Like wild-fire this hint spread. Here was something tangible they could do that was still within the law. Harley had set his mind on electing Warner. They would go up there in a body and defeat his plans. Marshals and leaders of companies were appointed. They fell into ranks by fours, nearly ten thousand of them all told. The big clock in the court-house was striking twelve when they began their march to the Statehouse.