The Rules of the Game

by Stewart Edward White

  XVII

  Two days later Welton swung from the train at Twin Falls. His red, jollyface was as quizzical as ever, but one who knew him might have noticedthat his usual leisurely movements had quickened. He walked rapidly tothe livery stable where he ordered a rig.

  "Where's the drive, Hank?" he asked the liveryman.

  "Search me!" was his reply; "somewhere down river. Old Murdock is uptalkin' wild about damage suits, and there's evidently been one hell ofa row, but I just got back myself from drivin' a drummer over toWatsonville."

  "Know if Darrell is in town?"

  "Oh, _he's_ in town; there ain't no manner of doubt as to that."

  "Drunk, eh?"

  "Spifflicated, pie-eyed, loaded, soshed," agreed the liverymansuccinctly.

  Welton shook his head humorously and ruefully.

  "Say, Welton," demanded the liveryman with the easy familiarity of hisclass, "why in blazes do you put a plain drunk like that in charge?"

  "Darrell is a good man on a big job," said Welton; "you can't beat him,and you can't get him to take a drink. But it takes a big job to steadyhim."

  "Well, I'd fire him," stated Hank positively.

  "He's already fired," spoke up a hostler, "they laid him off two daysago when he went down drunk and tried to take charge."

  "Well, now," chuckled Welton, as he gathered up the reins, "who'd havethought old Larsen could scare up the spunk!"

  He drove down the river road. When he came to a point opposite Murdock'she drew up.

  "That wire said that Murdock had the river blocked," he mused, "butshe's certainly flowing free enough now. The river's sacked clean now."

  His presence on the bank had attracted the attention of a man in themill. After a long scrutiny, this individual launched a skiff and pulledacross the stream.

  "I thought it was you," he cried as soon as he had stepped ashore."Well, let me tell you I'm going to sue you for damages, big damages!"

  Welton looked him over quizzically, and the laughing lines deepenedaround the corners of his eyes.

  "Lay on, MacDuff," said he, "nobody's sued me yet this year, and itdidn't seem natural."

  "And for assault with deadly weapons, and malicious destruction ofproperty, and seizure and----"

  "You must have been talking to a country lawyer," interrupted Welton,with one of his subterranean chuckles. "Don't do it. They got nothing_but_ time, and you know what your copy book says about idle hands." Hecrossed one leg and leaned back as though for a comfortable chat. "No,you come and see me, Murdock, and state how much you've been damaged,and we'll see what we can do. Why, these little lawyers love to namethings big. They'd call a sewing circle a riot if one of the membersdropped a stitch."

  But Murdock was in deadly earnest.

  "Perhaps throwin' dynamite on the end of a pole, and mighty nigh killin'us, and just blowin' the whole river up in the air is your idea ofsomethin' little," he stormed; "well, you'll find it'll look big enoughin court."

  "So that's what they did to clear the river," said Welton, more thanhalf to himself. "Well, Murdock, suit yourself; you can see me or thatintellectual giant of a lawyer of yours. You'll find me cheaper. Solong."

  He drove on, chuckling.

  "I didn't think old Larsen had the spunk," he repeated after a time."Guess I ought to have put him in charge in the beginning."

  He drove to a point where the erratic road turned inland. There he tiedhis horse to a tree and tramped on afoot. After a little he came insight of the rear--and stopped.

  The men were working hard; a burst of hearty laughter saluted Welton'sears. He could hardly believe them. Nobody had heard this sullen crew ofnondescript rivermen from everywhere exhibit the faintest symptoms ofgood-humour or interest before. Another burst of laughter came up thebreeze. A dozen men ran out over the logs as though skylarking, insertedtheir peavies in a threatened lock, and pried it loose.

  "Pretty work," said the expert in Welton.

  He drew nearer through the low growth until he stood well within hearingand seeing distance. Then he stopped again.

  Bob Orde was walking up and down the bank talking to the men. They werelaughing back at him. His manner was half fun, half earnest, partrueful, part impatient, wholly affectionate.

  "You, Jim," said he, "go out and get busy. You're loafing, you know youare; I don't give a damn what you're to do. Do something! Don't give animitation of a cast-iron hero. No, I won't either tell you what to do. Idon't know. But do it, even if you have to make it up out of your ownhead. Consider the festive water-beetle, and the ant and otherindustrious doodle-bugs. Get a wiggle on you, fellows. We'll never getout at this rate. If this drive gets hung up, I'm going to murder everylast one of you. Come on now, all together; if I could walk out on thoselogs I'd build a fire under you; but you've got me tied to the bank andyou know it, you big fat loafers, you!"

  "Keep your hair on, bub; we'll make it, all right"

  "Well, we'd just better make it," warned Bob. "Now I'm going down to thejam to see whether their alarm clock went off this morning.--Now, don'tslumber!"

  After he had disappeared down the trail, Welton stepped into view.

  "Oh, Charley!" he called.

  One of the rivermen sprang ashore.

  "When did the rear leave Murdock's?" he asked without preliminary.

  "Thursday."

  "You've made good time."

  "Bet we have," replied Charley with pride.

  "Who's jam boss?"

  "Larsen."

  "Who's in charge of the river, then?" demanded Welton sharply.

  "Why, young Orde!" replied the riverman, surprised.

  "Since when?"

  "Since he blew up Murdock's piles."

  "Oh, he did that, did he? I suppose he fired Darrell, too?"

  "Sure. It was a peach of a scrap."

  "Scrap?"

  "Yep. That Orde boy is a wonder. He just _ruined_ Roaring Dick."

  "He did, did he?" commented Welton. "Well, so long."

  He followed Bob down the river trail. At the end of a half-mile heovertook the young fellow kneeling on a point gazing at a peeled stakeplanted at the edge of the river.

  "Wish I knew how long this water was going to hold out," he murmured, ashe heard a man pause behind him. "She's dropped two inches by my patentself-adjusting gauge."

  "Young man," said Welton, "are you on the payrolls of this company?"

  Bob turned around, then instantly came to his feet.

  "Oh, you're here at last, Mr. Welton," he cried in tones of vast relief.

  "Answer my question, please."

  "What?" asked Bob with an expression of bewilderment.

  "Are you on the payrolls of this company?"

  "No, sir, of course not. You know that."

  "Then what are you doing in charge of this river?"

  "Why, don't you see--"

  "I see you've destroyed property and let us in for a big damage suit. Isee you've discharged our employees without authority to do so. I seeyou're bossing my men and running my drive without the shadow of aright."

  "But something had to be done," expostulated Bob.

  "What do you know about river-driving?" broke in Welton. "Not a thing."

  "Men who told me did--"

  "A bunch of river-hogs," broke in Welton contemptuously. "It strikes me,young man, that you have the most colossal cheek I've ever heard of."

  But Bob faced him squarely.

  "Look here," he said decidedly, "I'm technically wrong, and I know it.But good men told me your measly old drive would hang if it stayed theretwo days longer; and I believed them, and I believe them yet. I don'tclaim to know anything about river-driving, but here your confoundeddrive is well on its way. I kicked that drunk off the river because hewas no good. I took hold here to help you out of a hole, and you'reout."

  "But," said Welton, carefully, "don't you see that you took chances onlosing me a lot of property?"

  Bob looked up at him a moment wearily.

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bsp; "From my point of view I have nothing to regret," said he stiffly, andturned away.

  The humorous lines about Welton's eyes had been deepening throughoutthis interview.

  "That tops it off," said he. "First you get me into trouble; then youfire my head man; then you run off with my property; finally you tell meto go to hell! Son, you are a great man! Shake!"

  Bob whirled in surprise to search Welton's good-natured jolly face. Thelatter was smiling.

  "Shake," he repeated, relapsing, as was his habit when much in earnest,into his more careless speech; "you done just right. Son, rememberthis:--it's true--it ain't _doing_ things that makes a man so much as_deciding_ things."

  One of his great chuckles bubbled up.

  "It took some nerve to jump in the way you did; and some sand to handlethe flea-bitten bunch of river-hogs----"

  "You're mistaken about them," Bob broke in earnestly. "They've beenmaligned. They're as good and willing a squad as I ever want to see----"

  "Oh, sure," laughed Welton; "they're a nice little job lot of tinangels. However, don't worry. You sure saved the day, for I believe wewould have hung if we hadn't got over the riffles before this last dropof the water."

  He began to laugh, at first, gently, then more and more heartily, untilBob stared at him with considerable curiosity and inquiry. Welton caughthis look.

  "I was just thinking of Harvey and Collins," he remarked enigmaticallyas he wiped his eyes. "Oh, Bobby, my son, you sure do please me. Only Iwas afraid for a minute it might be a flash in the pan and you weren'tgoing to tell me to go to hell."

  They turned back toward the rear.

  "By the way," Welton remarked, "you made one bad break just now."

  "What was that?" asked Bob.

  "You told me you were not on the payrolls of this company. You are."