HOLDING THE FORT
Ralph was a good deal startled at the statement of the man whom he had
helped to some advantage, it seemed. He did not, however, show it. The
man was grateful to him, and Ralph counted on his relating something
further.
"I would be glad to have you tell me a little more about this business,"
he said. "As I told you, I am a good deal interested in the welfare of
Mr. Glidden."
"Are, eh?" grinned the man. "So was I--in the wrong way. Just now it
doesn't matter one way or the other. The crowd Dorsett was working with
has set me adrift, and I've got nothing to expect from them. What is it
you want to know, guv'nor?"
"Just this," answered Ralph--"any tricks they are up to that aren't
square."
"Lots of those, guv'nor. Dorsett is bound to break up Glidden, if he
can."
"I know that; I understand he has bought up a big claim against Mr.
Glidden and will put it into execution tomorrow if it isn't paid."
"That's right."
"And it will put Mr. Glidden to a lot of costs to redeem his plant."
"Say, guv'nor," here interrupted the man--"there'll be no redeeming in
the case."
"Why not?"
"Because the money isn't what Dorsett is after. He's got lots of that.
He simply wants to squeeze Glidden so close that he'll holler and quit.
He's bent on rooting out the plant entire. Then when he's got Glidden
down in the mud, he expects he'll sell him his secret chemical process
for a mere song."
"The scoundrel!" exclaimed Ralph hotly.
"I knew that long ago," coolly chuckled the fellow. "If you're
interested, let me give you a tip."
"I shall be thankful."
"Get the lawyer to have some one stay all night at the plant."
"There's the foreman, Bartlett, I understand."
"Yes, day times. You do as I say."
"I'll stay myself."
"That might do. You are interested, aren't you, mightily? Then so am I.
Say, inasmuch as I've blabbed a part of it, out with the whole, say I.
There's going to be a raid on the factory, as I hinted to you, just
after midnight."
"A raid?"
"Exactly. To-morrow the time for Glidden to put up a bond or pay the
four thousand dollars expires."
"Yes," replied Ralph, "and by ten o'clock, court time, it will be paid."
"Too late."
"Eh?"
"Hours too late--nigh on to half a day too late."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because it's a fact."
"In what way?"
The man screwed his eyes up shrewdly as if he enjoyed making a clever
disclosure. Then he said:
"Dorsett has made an arrangement with a drunken justice of the peace in
the next township to open office at one minute after twelve, midnight.
The justice will issue an execution. Inside of an hour Dorsett and his
men will be at the factory. They don't have to wait for court time. They
intend to levy on the machinery only. They won't put a custodian in
charge nor wait for redemption nor anything else. They'll simply rip out
all those valuable tank machines and piping that cost a fortune, bid the
plunder in at old junk prices and gobble up everything else before
Glidden or his lawyer are awake and out of bed."
"My man," spoke Ralph rapidly, and moved to indignation and excitement
almost beyond control, "are you sure of what you say?"
"As I was, up to this morning, one of the men who was to help in
wrecking the plant, I reckon I know what I'm talking about," answered
the man.
"I will pay you to take me up to the plant," said Ralph, "as quickly as
you can."
"You'll pay me nothing," replied the other. "You needn't be afraid of
any trouble until midnight. Dorsett is too keen to overslip the law in
any way. His men may hang around and dog your footsteps and spy about
and all that, but they'll do no harm until Dorsett has the power right
in his hands. Then--look out."
"Yes, indeed," said Ralph reflectively.
His guide went with him until they came to the factory. Here he left
Ralph, saying he was almost starved and must get a good meal.
The factory was a grim-looking, isolated, one-story stone building. One
end was rounded with brick and had heavy iron shutters. The front was a
kind of office. Behind it was an iron partition and a windowless stretch
of factory room fully fifty feet in length.
Ralph tried the front door and found it locked. In a minute or two,
however, a big, stalwart man with a face of considerable character came
from the inner room. He did not open the door, but stood at a window and
called out:
"What do you want?"
"Are you Mr. Bartlett?" inquired Ralph.
"That's me."
"I am a friend to Mr. Glidden, and I come here from his lawyer."
"Where's the proof of it? I don't know you," said Bartlett guardedly.
"That's so," said Ralph, "and I am glad to find you so particular. My
name is Fairbanks, and I come from the brother of Mr. Glidden, at
Stanley Junction. I have a good deal to tell you, and wish you would
come out and talk with me or let me in to talk to you."
"You say the lawyer knows you?" inquired Bartlett warily.
"No, he doesn't, but his wife does."
"We'll see about that--wait a minute."
Ralph was made aware of the fact that the factory connected with the
town by telephone, as the foreman of the plant proceeded to an
instrument and took down the receiver. He could not hear the
conversation that ensued, but very shortly Bartlett came to the door and
invited him in.
"You're all right, and you're bringing some mighty good news, I hear,"
he said heartily. "Sit down. I fancy that blatherskite, Dorsett, won't
sail so high tomorrow."
"I fancy not, if things are done straight," said Ralph, "but I just
learned something that worries me a good deal."
"What is that?"
Ralph told his story in detail. He recited what his tramp acquaintance
had imparted to him. The sturdy foreman knit his brows, but he did not
scare a bit. He walked slowly over to a closet, took out a new
Winchester rifle, laid it across the top of the desk, and said quietly:
"I've got orders to admit no one here without an order from the lawyer
up to ten o'clock tomorrow morning. The man who gets in before that time
on any other conditions will be a dandy, I can tell you that."
Ralph requested permission to use the telephone. He got in communication
with the lawyer's wife and told her of his new discoveries. Her husband
had not yet returned, but as soon as he appeared she told Ralph she
would send him up to the plant. Ralph informed her that he would not
leave the factory until he heard from the lawyer.
It was getting dusk when a small boy came to the office door. He carried
a basket and a note, which, after due challenge, Bartlett took into his
possession. The lawyer's wife had sent them a steaming hot supper, and
told Ralph in the note to hold the fort, as she felt certain that her
husband would arrive at Derby on either the eight or ten o'clock train.
Half an hour later, after they had lighted up, the foreman approached
the door cautiously as some one else knocked at it.
"Who's there?" he demanded.
"No one you know. The young fellow in there knows me, though. Tell him
to look out of the window."
Ralph pulled aside the shade and peered out, recognizing his tramp
acquaintance of the afternoon.
"It's the man who told me about this plot of Dorsett's," he said.
"One of the same gang, eh? I dunno," remarked Bartlett dubiously. "Ain't
he a dangerous customer to let inside here?"
"He seems friendly, and he may have something more to tell us,"
responded Ralph. "I hardly think we'll take much risk admitting him."
"Well, it's just as you say, then."
"Yes, let him in," directed Ralph.
He regarded his tramp friend with some surprise and curiosity as the
foreman admitted him. The man had got a clean shave and his face patched
up, and apparently had a very satisfactory meal inside of him, for he
was blandly cheerful and complacent.
"Saw three of our friends on my way here," he said to Ralph.
"You mean Dorsett's friends?"
"Yes. Two of them were down by the turnpike, probably watching to see if
the lawyer or others might come here. The other fellow I spied hanging
around the furnace room. He was on the roof once, but he just sneaked
away."
"What did you come here for?" inquired Bartlett bluntly.
"Oh, I took a kind of fancy to this young fellow. He did me a kind turn,
and I'd like to return the compliment. Thought maybe there might be a
ruction later, and if there is, I'm on your side. So count on me."
With a grin and chuckle the speaker bunched up a fist that resembled a
huge knot of mahogany.
"I think I had better 'phone the lawyer's wife again," suggested Ralph
after a moment of thought. "Those fellows lurking around here might do
the lawyer some harm."
Ralph went to the telephone. As he took down the receiver and applied it
to his ear his expert knowledge of telegraphy gave him a quick
intuition.
"Hello," he said, "we're off the circuit. Worse than that--the
instrument is dead."
"Is that so?" said the tramp. "Then it explains what that sneaking
fellow was doing on the roof. They've cut the telephone wires."