Part 35 (1/2)
There followed a moment of silence. Mallow and Stoner exchanged glances. ”What percentage of that goes?” the former finally inquired.
”One hundred.”
”So? Then it's lucky Nelson didn't fall. But there's no harm done--n.o.body's hurt.”
”It is lucky, indeed-for me. I'd have felt bound to make good his loss, if you had hooked him. I presume I ought to expose this swindle.”
”Expose Jackson?” Stoner inquired, quickly. When Gray nodded, there was another brief silence before the speaker ventured to say: ”I know this bird Nelson, and, take it from me, you're giving him the best of it. If I hadn't known him as well as I do, I wouldn't of put in with you to break him. It's all right to trim a sucker once; it's like letting the blood of a sick man--he's better for it. But to ride a square guy to death, to keep his veins open--well, I ain't in that kind of business.
Now about this Jackson; you can land him, I s'pose, if you try, but it would be lower than a frog's foot, after him playing square with you.”
”What do you mean by that?”
”He could have stung you, easy, couldn't he? You surged out here on purpose to buy the lease, but he hid out all afternoon to avoid you.”
”He is a thief. He is stealing hundreds of dollars a day.”
”Sure! From the Atlantic, that has stolen hundreds of thousands from the likes of him--yes, millions. It was the Atlantic that broke the market to sixty-five cents, filled their storage tanks and contracted a million barrels more than they had tankage for, then gypped the price to three dollars. I can't shed any tears over that outfit.”
”Let's not argue the ethics of big business. The law of supply and demand--”
”Supply and demand, eh? Ever strike you as queer that crude never breaks as long as the big companies have got their tanks full? The price always toboggans when they're empty, and comes back when they're filled up. That's supply and demand with the reverse English, ain't it?
Say, the Atlantic and those others play with us outsiders like we was mice. When their bellies get empty they eat as many of us as they want, then they let the rest of us scurry around and hunt up new fields. We run all the risks; we spend our coin, and when we strike a new pool they burgle us over again.” Stoner was speaking with a good deal of heat. ”Big business, eh? Well, here's some little business--dam'
little. The Atlantic leased a lot of scattered acreage I know about and drilled it. Pulled off their crews at the top of the sand and drilled in with men they could trust. It turned out good, but they capped their wells, wrecked their rigs, and, of course, that condemned the whole territory. Then they set about buying it all in, cheap--through dummies. Double-crossed the farmers, see? Friend of mine took a chance; put down a well on his own. The usual thing happened; they broke him.
It took a lot of doing, but they broke him. One little trick they did was to c.o.c.k a bit and drop it in the hole. That prank cost him sixteen thousand dollars before he could 'side track' the tool. He quit, finally, less 'n a hundred feet from big pay. Then, having bought up solid for near nothing they came back and started business, laughing merrily. That's the Atlantic.”
”A splendid lecture on commercial honesty. I am inspired by it, and I reverence your scruples, but--I grope for the moral of the story.”
”The moral is, mind your own business and--and give a guy a chance.”
”Um-m! Suppose we leave it at that for the present.”
Mallow, who had remained silent during his friend's argument, greeted this suggestion with relief. He was glad to change the subject. ”Good!”
he cried, heartily. ”I'd about as soon face Old Tom Parker, like that fellow in the restaurant did, as to face Jackson. He'd sink a stillson in my head, sure, if--”
”Parker? Was that old man Miss Parker's father?”
”Certainly! What d'you think ailed that gunman? D'you think he got the flu or something, all of a sudden? There ain't anybody left tough enough to hanker for Tom's scalp. He's pinned a rose on all of those old-timers, and he's deadly poison to the new crop.”
For the first time Calvin Gray understood clearly the reason for the unexpected outcome of that encounter in the cafe. No wonder the stranger's trigger finger had been paralyzed. Barbara's father, indeed!
How stupid of him not to guess. On the heels of his first surprise came another thought; suppose that old Paladin should consider that he, Gray, had shown weakness in allowing another to a.s.sume the burden of his quarrel? And suppose he should tell his daughter about it! That would be a situation, indeed.
”I must find him, quickly,” Gray declared. ”Perhaps he'll ride back to town with us.”
It was not a difficult task to locate the veteran officer, and Tom was delighted at the chance to ride home with his new acquaintance.
That journey back to civilization was doubly pleasant, for Mr. Parker cherished no such feelings as Gray had feared, and, moreover, he responded quickly to the younger man's efforts to engage his liking.