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"How many homesteaders did you succeed in nabbing out of that last train-load?" "About a hundred, Senator! I've got the list of 'em here . . . haven't counted, but think it will tally up about a hundred." "What are they, Germans?" "No, Swedes." Moyese laughed. "Thrifty beggars will job round and earn double while they're operating for us! Got good big families, Bat?"
What are you gaining stuck up here in a hole of a shack that's snowed ten feet deep all winter? What's the use of fighting the Smelter thieves, and the Timber thieves, and the Dummy homesteaders, and all that? You can't buck the combination, Dick! It isn't only Moyese! He's a mere tool himself in this game.
"His party," said Moyese. "But Senator, there is something bigger than party, and if a man works against That, he'll injure his party." "And that is?" "His Nation," said the girl. Moyese gave her a quick sharp look that was not unkindly. In fact, Eleanor could read that it was lonely, irritated, isolated. "My dear," he said, coming round where she stood, "we differ on fundamentals.
"M' man," she whispered, "dey keel heem, dey hang heem! M' babee, dey take it away, d' pries' he sing sing an' wave candle an' bury it in snow. Leetle Ford, d' keel heem! D' punish Indian man, d' hang heem, m' man! Moyese, he keel leetle Ford: he go free, not'ng hurt heem!" She burst out laughing, low voiced cunning laughter. "I go see," she said. "I ride down hog's back t' d' mine! I go see!
Think I'll cross and go down to the ranch by the Rim Rocks, Brydges!" "Then, excuse me, Mr. Senator! I go back this way! Napoleon had aversion to mice! I've an aversion to wire walking." He saw Moyese, hands in pockets, stroll along the great log bridging the Gully. Mid-way, he paused as if in contempt of Brydges' timidity.
Bat Brydges uttered a snort. Eleanor puckered her brows as at news. The Senator was fanning himself again with his hat. Even Wayland was smiling. He had heard political opponents of Moyese say that dynamite wouldn't disturb the Senator. "Only way you could raise him was yeast cake stamped with S: two sticks through it." Certainly Eleanor was thinking there was some good in the worst of dragons.
"I think, sir," said he, modestly, "that we had better reply at once to Ditson, and send him the advance he requires, as he will not otherwise be able to fill these;" and as he concluded he laid the papers on the table, and stood waiting orders respecting them. Mr. Moyese laid down the packet, and after looking over the papers George had brought in, replied: "I think we had.
If he'd remembered that, though he didn't do it with his own hand, he did do it all the same, he wouldn't have believed his own lie and got all tangled up. One of the first things Moyese told me when I went on his paper was never to monkey with the dee-fool who wastes time justifying himself: do it and go ahead!
Moyese knew looks that drilled; and Brydges himself could bore behind for motives; but this look was not a drill: it was a Search Light; and the handy man well, perhaps, it was the heat the handy man suddenly wilted. "You can go, Brydges," ordered Moyese. "All right! See you again about that, Senator!" Brydges grabbed up the loose notes from the desk and bolted, banging the door behind him.
At last the reality of his good fortune broke fully upon him, and he sank into a chair, and unable to say more than: "God bless you, Mr. Moyese!" burst into tears.
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