Work on the canal section near the river advanced without incident
until, one morning early in November, the plows unexpectedly uncovered
a forty-foot-wide body of granite just beneath the surface. This
particular difficulty was not serious, and was the contractor's; but
Pat Carrigan was no more pleased than any other contractor would have
been at finding rock, even a small amount, when he had figured his
excavation costs on a dirt basis.
"That wipes out a piece of my profits," he remarked to Bryant, after a
first profane explosion. "I'll send out for some dynamite and shoot
it. If it wasn't for damned troubles like this, I'd been a retired man
and fat and rich long ago. Don't grin, you heartless blackguard!
You'll have miseries of your own before we're done."
Pat Carrigan was a true prophet. A blow of fatal nature, indeed, was
preparing at the moment and fell within a week. From the state
engineer Lee received a letter advising him that an application for
use of the water appropriated to Perro Creek ranch had been made by a
man of the name of Rodriguez, of Rosita, under an old statute long
forgotten. This law was mandatory upon the Land and Water Board. It
required the latter to cancel rights and to reappropriate water
elsewhere to the amount in excess of what a canal actually carried, or
what a canal had failed to carry for five successive years if it were
not shown within ninety days after a filing for reappropriation that
the said canal had been enlarged to a capacity to carry the original
appropriation, and proof given of the owner's intention to employ said
appropriation.
Menocal once more! He had been very quiet all this while; he
apparently had made no effort to dissuade the Mexicans who, following
Saurez's lead, had come in increasing number to work on the canal or
the dam; the man had almost passed from the engineer's mind. But he
had not been idle. He had had shrewd legal talent seeking a deadly
weapon for him among the musty statutes, with which he could deal the
irrigation project a _coup de grâce_. And as the import of the letter
penetrated Bryant's brain, his heart seemed to turn to ice. Ninety
days--finish dam and canal in ninety days! As well fix a limit of
ninety hours!
Finally he rushed off to Pat Carrigan superintending scraper work and
dragged him aside.
"For God's sake, read that, Pat!" he cried. "Read what the Land and
Water Board are going to do. They're going to cut the heart right out
of us! Kill the project! All for a law nobody ever heard of! Read it!"
Pat knit his brows and slowly extracted the meaning from the state
engineer's formal, involved announcement. That something serious had
occurred he guessed before Bryant had opened his lips. He had never
seen the engineer so wrought up, so white, so agitated.
"Let me get this right," the old contractor said, at length. "They're
going to cancel your water right."
"Yes."
"But not at once. You've ninety days to----"
"Ninety days! We can't do a year's work in ninety days, and in winter
time at that!" Lee cried.
"Of course not," was the answer. "But it gives you time to argue with
'em and fight this thing. My advice is to go see this Board at once.
Maybe if you explain the situation, they'll call off this fellow
Rodriguez."
Bryant, however, remained depressed. Clearly the officials had no
liberty of action in the matter.
"I don't know that it will do any good," he said, "but it's all that's
left to do. Pack your grip, Pat; I want you to go with me. Leave
Morgan in charge. Can you start in half an hour?"
The ride to Kennard was made at high speed, and on the way the men did
little talking. Both wanted to weigh the disaster confronting the
project. In town they sought out McDonnell, who promised to have his
attorney go into the matter at once and who appeared very grave at the
news. Then they returned to the hotel to await their train.
Here Lee was surprised to encounter Ruth in company of Gretzinger,
Charlie Menocal, and a Kennard girl with whom he was not acquainted.
Ruth and Imogene, he learned, had come down the day before with the
New Yorker and were staying at the McDonnell home.
"We're just roaming around and amusing ourselves," Ruth said, slipping
her arm within Lee's. "Come on and join us."
Lee smilingly shook his head.
"Can't possibly do it," said he. "I'm leaving for the capital soon."
Ruth drew him aside.
"But give me ten minutes of your time before you go, will you, dear?"
she asked. "Come, we can go into one of the parlours where we'll be
alone." And when they were seated there, she continued, "I know why
you're going to Santa Fé. Charlie said he understood you were involved
in some new legal trouble and that you might lose your whole project.
Mr. Gretzinger laughed at him and so did I, for we knew it couldn't be
true. But it's bothering you, I see; your face is anxious. I hope
you'll clear up the horrid matter, whatever it is, while you're gone."
Then after a pause, she remarked, "Perhaps Mr. Gretzinger could be of
assistance to you."
"Not in this matter," said Lee.
"He has a great deal of influence, especially in the East."
"But this is the West--and I don't care much for Gretzinger, besides,"
he stated.
"So he says. More than once he has wished you would be more friendly.
Isn't it a little inconsiderate of you, Lee, to hold him off at arm's
length, especially when he's here as representative of the
bondholders? He has a vital interest in the canal and its success.
Really, I think he might be of great help if you'd permit. And it
would be of great advantage to us in the future, his friendship and
that of the men behind him, for they are wealthy and influential.
That's one reason why you ought to cultivate him, Lee."
"Go on," said he, as she paused.
"Well, I thought we should discuss the matter. I'm of the opinion that
you misunderstand him. You'll not deny that he's a man of ability."
"No--though I know little of him."
"He is, though, Lee. And an engineer of high standing, too, and of
experience. Wouldn't it be wise to consult him a little more than you
do? He has talked to me at times about the project and has, I believe,
ideas you could use. For instance, he says that if you made certain
changes in the canal there would be a considerable saving of money, by
which the stockholders would benefit, you among them. He says that if
in certain places wood were used instead of concrete it would mean
thousands of dollars in your pocket."
"It would, but it would also endanger the canal."
"Mr. Gretzinger said you asserted that as your reason," she proceeded,
"but he claims there's no more prospect of danger from that source
than from a fly. And anyway, isn't it a matter that concerns only the
buyers afterward? He says so. I don't know much about such matters, of
course, but you really must look after your own best interest
first--and mine. I say mine because mine will be yours after we're
married. Mr. Gretzinger says your share of the saving would be at
least five thousand dollars and possibly more. Lee, do this for me."
"What he proposes is dishonest, Ruth."
"But why? He says the state board would grant the change if proper
representations were made. If the officials allowed it, I can't see
where it would be dishonest."
"The officials would have to be deceived to gain their consent to such
a change," Lee said, patiently. "But the real point at issue is the
permanency of the water system, Ruth. The poor devils who buy the land
and who toil for years to pay for it are to be considered. If the
canal is too cheaply constructed, they'll probably lose their crops;
and losing their crops means ruin. As far as possible an engineer must
insure against this danger when he builds the canal; then if any
accident happens later, his conscience, at any rate, is clear."
"But he says you over-estimate the risk, that wood is perfectly safe.
And he's an expert engineer, too. More experienced than you, Lee."
"You seem to have discussed this thing with him at great length,"
Bryant remarked, dryly.
"I have, indeed I have, because I have your success so greatly at
heart, dear. I want to see you receive every penny that you earn and
all the credit you deserve; I want you to go ahead in your profession
and become both wealthy and famous; but sometimes I think that you're
so absorbed in the engineering part of the work that you're careless
of the future. One has to be practical, too. One has to look out for
one's own interests. And I don't see why your responsibility for the
project doesn't end when you've built the canal, sold the land, and
turned the system over to the farmers. You can't go on looking out for
them after that; you're not answerable to the 'hay-seeds' who settle
here for what may or may not happen. And we shall need the money that
would be saved by using wood instead of concrete, Lee. When you're
through here, we shall want to live in New York at least part of the
time. With Mr. Gretzinger's friendship you could perhaps form a
connection so that you could be there all the while, and make a big
fortune. You will do this for me, won't you, Lee? It means just that
much more happiness for us."
She slipped her arms about his neck and kissed him impulsively,
eagerly. Lee felt himself tremble at that clasp, at that kiss. Words
seemed futile. His anxiety over the fate of his project gave way to a
profound sickness of soul. That Ruth should thus reveal such a
cloudiness of spiritual vision, such an inability to distinguish
between moral values, such a ready acceptance of Gretzinger's vicious
philosophy, was the final drop in his bitter cup this day.
"It's not a question of either wood or concrete just at present," he
said, rising. "It's whether I'm to have a project at all. I'll not go
with you, Ruth, to your friends; I must think over what I'm to do and
say at Santa Fé to-morrow."
As he rode thither with Carrigan that night it seemed as if he now was
at grapple with forces, invisible, powerful, malevolent, that strove
to dispossess him of everything that was dear. His project! What
means, what help, what law was there of which he could make use to
ward off this deadly assault on it? And Ruth! How should he save
her--save her from herself, clear the mist from her eyes, arouse her
drowsing soul? All that he had aimed at and all that he had striven
for hung on finding answers to those questions.