Winston had been in earnest when he invited the old sea captain to make
him a visit. He had felt as strongly attracted to the kindly old man as
Uncle Sid had been to him. To a certain extent he was curious to know
just why Elijah's affairs so deeply interested him. The chance remark of
the old captain to the effect that he had known Elijah from childhood
up, was a partial explanation that opened the door to the desire to know
the cause in full. Evidently the youthful Elijah had displayed the same
characteristics which maturer years had developed in California. Winston
guessed that the weak spots in Elijah which had aroused his own
opposition, had not escaped the eyes of the captain. As day after day
passed by, he concluded that Uncle Sid was waiting for Helen and that
Helen was too busy to accompany him.
Whether Uncle Sid had become tired of waiting for Helen or whether he
decided that a proper time had elapsed since the invitation had been
given, matters not. Late one afternoon, one of the supply wagons
delivered him at Ralph's tent.
The flaps of the tent were open and Ralph was there explaining some blue
prints to one of his assistants. He looked up at the sound of the wagon.
"Oh, hello, Captain! I'm mighty glad to see you. I had about given you
up."
"Huh!" the old man grunted. "That ain't over complimentary. From what
I've heard, you ain't over quick at givin' up what is worth while."
"Give me a chance, Captain. You don't want to believe all that you
hear."
"I don't. That's what I'm up here for."
"Now we're even on compliments. Let's call it quits."
Uncle Sid looked up shrewdly.
"Figures and doin' things ain't all that you're quick at." He paused,
taking in the assistant. "Don't mind me. You go on stuffin' that young
man. He ain't full yet."
"Just a minute; then I'm yours truly." Ralph devoted a few moments to
the "young man" who, having been "stuffed", departed. "How would you
like to take a little drive up the line!"
"Just how much is your little?"
"It's fifteen miles to the next camp. If you say so, we will drive up
there and stay all night and the next day we can make the dam in the
mountains. I think you'll like it, if it isn't too much." Ralph
purposely touched up Uncle Sid with his last remark.
"I ain't too old to know when I've got enough an' I ain't bashful at
hollerin' about it, either. You just drive on till I holler, unless you
get enough before."
Uncle Sid had little to say on the way, but his keen eyes were taking in
everything along the line. Ralph's explanations were listened to in
silence. Ralph was not slow to note the absorbed interest of his
companion, nor the fact that not a word of his explanations was lost. At
every gang of men, Ralph was halted by alert foremen, and often he left
the team in charge of Uncle Sid while he went forth to untangle some
snarled bit of work or to give further directions in advancing it.
The sun was down when they drew up before the camp and surrendered the
team to a waiting Mexican.
Uncle Sid glanced at Ralph with a look at once appreciative and cynical.
"The next time you tell me about a place, you just say how long it is,
not how far."
"You'll have to excuse me there. You see I know distances, but I can't
always say about the time."
Ralph was up the next morning even before the captain who believed in
early rising.
"Good morning, Captain. Ready for another trip?"
"I guess so."
"I can tell distance and time all right today. Do you see what you're up
against?" Ralph pointed to the towering San Bernardinos. "It's horseback
from here and we ought to be there by three o'clock anyway."
At the mouth of the canyon, Ralph explained the dam that was being built
across the river and the heavy gates that were being put in.
"You see we let the water come from the reservoir as far as this, in its
natural bed. If anything should happen along the canal we can shut off
the water at this point first. Later, we could shut it off at the
reservoir."
Uncle Sid asked a few questions, then they began to climb the steep
mountains. They passed loaded pack-mules going up and empty trains
coming down the trail. In places the trail was a narrow shelf along the
face of a nearly perpendicular cliff. Below them ran the river in its
narrow gorge, above them gleamed a slender strip of sky cut into ragged
edges by towering cliffs. Just as the trail climbed to the edge of the
canyon it seemed to end against a smooth wall of granite. A sharp turn to
the left, and Uncle Sid could not repress an exclamation of awed delight
at the scene before him. The trail led out upon a broad terrace. Two
hundred feet below, a treeless valley wound out and in among rounded
tree-clad domes of granite. Here and there, on either side, stately
spires of naked rock thrust up into the sky, the bare brown of their
sides striped with bands of dazzling white.
The dam was to be situated between two granite bluffs at the head of the
canyon. The masonry gatehouses were already the height of the proposed
dam. The gates themselves were closed and the valley was a great lake.
The sight was great, awe-inspiring yet peaceful.
"What do you think of it?"
"Who thought of this?" Uncle Sid glanced at Ralph with shrewd eyes.
"It thought itself." Ralph answered evasively. "We are really only doing
here what nature herself did and then undid. You can see that this
valley was once a great natural lake. The Sangre de Cristo cut through
the canyon and drained the lake. Now we are putting in a dam and
restoring it."
Uncle Sid did not take his eyes from Ralph's impassive face.
"Young man, there's a lot o' dust around here, but you can't blow it
into my eyes, not that way. You can't do it by keepin' still either, any
more than 'Lige Berl can by talkin' about it."
Ralph laughed quietly.
"Oh, well, that doesn't matter. We're going to get what we're after and
that's the main thing. Let's go down to camp."
They rode down the winding trail that led from the upper terrace. The
remainder of the afternoon was spent in an inspection of the work. After
supper, their pipes lighted, they sat looking out over the valley.
"Engineering is a great business," Uncle Sid observed meditatively.
"Yes," Ralph assented, "so is anything, if you push it."
"I guess not." Uncle Sid chuckled. "I ran away to sea when I was twelve
years old. My education was got dancin' at a rope's end when the
captain's mess didn't sit well on his stomach." Uncle Sid paused, again
chuckled. "A rope's end makes a boy mighty observin.'"
"You didn't learn navigation that way, did you?"
"No-o." Uncle Sid pulled meditatively at his pipe. "A rope's end is also
mighty stimulatin' to the imagination. It struck me that I had got all I
needed. At the same time, I saw old sailors with bald heads an' gray
whiskers, still a dancin'. The only difference I could see between them
an' the captain was that the captain could squint at the sun through a
spyglass with a half moon hitched to it, an' tell the man at the wheel
to hold the ship's head nor'-nor'east."
"Then what?"
"Then? Oh, I just got me a nautical almanac and learned to squint too.
The first thing I knew I was mate, then first officer an' by squintin'
long enough I squinted myself on the quarter deck."
Ralph waited a moment, then spoke laughingly.
"I guess my rope's end wasn't so very different from yours, only I had
mine in college."
"You didn't run away to college, did you?"
"No, I didn't; but I had a gad flying around my heels, just the same.
After I got out of college, I was engaged as assistant to a famous
hydraulic engineer. He sent me into the mountains to make a preliminary
survey. There weren't many men as big as I was when I strapped a level
and a transit to my mule's back and started off. I was going to show
that old bomb-shell that he'd got a man worth having, and I wasn't going
to stop with him either." Ralph paused to give way to a reminiscent
chuckle.
"Well! I wish you could have seen those mountains as I saw them. Talk
about taking the starch out of a man! Why, Captain, you could have
wadded me up and drawn me through a finger ring like one of those
Arabian Nights shawls. There were mountains and mountains, and gulches
and gulches, precipices and canyons, and rushing, yelping torrents that I
was to lead over them, or through them or around them, and the old man
hadn't given me a suggestion that I could hang a guess on. The more I
thought, the more scared I got. I put up a stiff front, or tried to
before my men, but all the time I imagined them laughing at me, or
cursing me for making them wade that strip of ice water, or break their
shins dragging a chain over the slippery rocks. I was thankful when the
sun went down, but that didn't last long. Even in my sleep I saw those
mountains jiggering and grinning. They moved into places that I had
picked out for my line, and away from them when I had abandoned it. I
stood it for a week, then I poured out my woes in a long letter to my
chief and sent it out by a special messenger."
Ralph again paused. The old man waited for a moment.
"Well?" he asked.
"In a week my answer came. Just five sentences. 'You are going at your
work the wrong way. You are asking it questions. By and by your work
will ask you questions. Then you're getting on. Keep at it.'"
"And the line?" persisted Uncle Sid.
"Oh, the line? I made the profile and sent it in. My old man came up and
looked it over. He was in a hurry as usual. 'You have laid out the line;
now go ahead and build it', then he was off."
"You built it?"
"Yes, after a fashion. It helped to wash the gold out of the Yuba river
sand till the anti-debris laws headed it off. Then I came down here."
"How did you happen to hit in with Elijah Berl?"
"He was the only man in Southern California who was doing anything that
was worth while."
"Yes, it is worth while." Uncle Sid brought down his open hand upon his
knee with a resounding slap. Then he laid his hand on Ralph's with
emphasizing beats, looking earnestly into his face. "Don't you let go,
either, or it won't be worth shucks."
Ralph returned the Captain's earnest look.
"I'll hang on," he answered briefly.
"That's right. You stick to it. You an' Helen Lonsdale are goin' to make
this thing go, if it's a goin'."
"I think I appreciate what Helen is doing as well as what Elijah has
done; she's the life of the whole business."
Uncle Sid appeared to take up Ralph's words. Then he changed his mind,
speaking reminiscently.
"I've known 'Lige Berl ever since he was so high an' before." Uncle Sid
measured Elijah's former height with his hand. "He's a queer mixture. He
was always a mixture of ideas an' prayer meetin's an' the flesh pots of
Egypt. You can't no more help commendin' his prayer-meetin' moods than
you can help cussin' his lickin' the flesh pots. He ain't changed a bit
out here. He'll just look at you with his eyes wide open an' you'll feel
like a man that's just got religion an' you won't suspect that he's
picked your pocket till you put your hand in to pay your grocer's bill."
Ralph smiled grimly.
"There's not much profit in talking about this. But--well, you know
'Lige all right."
"Wait a minute, I ain't through." Uncle Sid's eyes were fixed on Ralph
like a steel needle pointing to a magnet. "Money's the root of evil, but
there's a power of good in the roots if they're used right. I've got
quite a bunch of the roots handy. You're goin' to need them, an' young
man, they're at your call when you say so, an' if I ain't mistaken, it
won't be long either."
"Thank you." Ralph answered briefly. "I'll remember."
The Captain did not drop his eyes, but they softened.
"You've known Helen Lonsdale for a long time, haven't you?"
"Ever since she was a little girl."
"An' you're a friend of hers?"
"Yes." Ralph did not say how much more than a friend she was coming to
be to him.
Uncle Sid felt the repellent air of Ralph's changed mood more than his
rather curt reply, but he held doggedly to his point.
"Smallpox is a mighty mean disease an' you don't always know that you're
a catchin' it till it breaks out."
Ralph rose to his feet. Uncle Sid was breaking ground that he had
thought about, but which he had not yet brought himself to touch.
"Helen has always been able to take care of herself and I don't think
she will allow any one to suggest that she can't do it now."
Uncle Sid was on his feet too, his hand on Ralph's shoulder.
"Helen's a woman, Ralph. I don't know much about women, but I do know
that a man like 'Lige Berl and a woman like Helen Lonsdale is a mighty
dangerous mixture, an' the woman's bound to get the worst of it. Helen's
goin' to need friends who'll stand by her, an' I guess when you think it
over, you'll agree with me."
Ralph made no reply, but he did as the Captain had said he would do. He
thought it over and the seed did not fall on stony or barren ground.