 18 The bolted door before me gave notice of danger, as plainly as though the word had been painted upon its front. The dark and lowering walls of the passage in which the wolf figure of Dodridge Knapp had appeared and disappeared whispered threats. The close air was heavy with the suggestion of peril, and the solitary lamp that gave its dim light from the end of the passage flashed a smoky warning. And I, in my folly and carelessness, had brought Luella Knapp into this place and exposed her to the dangers that encircled me. It was this thought that, for the moment, unnerved me. What does this mean?" asked Luella in a matter-of-fact tone. "'It's a poor practical joke, I fear,' said I, lightly. I took occasion to shift a revolver to my overcoat pocket. "'Well, aren't you going to get me out of here?' she asked with a little suggestion of impatience. "'That is my present intention,' I replied, beating a tattoo on the door. "'You'll hurt your fists,' she said. "'You must find some way besides beating it down.' "'I'm trying to bring our friends here,' said I. "'They should have been with us before now.' "'Isn't there another way out?' asked Luella. "'I suspect there are good many ways out,' I replied. "'But, unfortunately, I don't know them.' And I gave a few resounding kicks on the door. "'Where does this stairway go, I wonder,' said Luella. "'Into the celestial regions, I suppose,' I ventured. "'Matters were in too serious a position for the jest to be appreciated, and Luella continued. "'It can't be the way out. Isn't there another?' "'We might try the passage.' She gave a shudder and shrank toward me. "'No, no,' she cried in a low voice. "'Try the door again. Somebody must hear you, and it may be opened.' I followed her suggestion with a rain of kicks, emphasized with a shout that made the echoes ring gloomily in the passage. I heard in reply a sound of voices, and then an answering shout and the steps of men running. "'Are you there, Mr. Wilton?' cried the voice of Corson through the door. "'Yes, all safe,' I answered. "'Well, just hold on a bit, and we'll—' The rest of his sentence was lost in a suppressed scream from Luella. I turned and darted before her, just in time to face three Chinese ruffians who were hastening down the passage. The nearest of the trio, a tall, dark savage with a deep scar across his cheek, was just reaching out his hand to seize Luella when I sprang forward and planted a blow square upon his chin. He fell back heavily, lifted almost off his feet by my impact, and lay like a log on the floor. The other two ruffians halted a resolute for an instant, and I drew my revolver. In the faint light of the passage I could scarcely see their villainous faces. The countenance of the Cooley is not expressive at best, but I could feel, rather than see, the stalled rascality of their appearance. Their wish seemed to be to take me alive, if possible. After a moment of hesitation there was a muddered exclamation and one of the desperados drew his hand from his blouse. "'Oh!' cried Luella. "'He's got a knife!' Before he could make another movement I fired once, twice, three times. There was a scramble and scuffle in the passageway, and the smoke rolled thick in front, blotting out the scene that had stood in silhouette before us. All of a rush from the Chinese, I threw one arm about Luella and keeping my body between her and possible attack, guided her to the stair that led upward at nearly right angles from the passage. She was trembling, and her breath came short, but her spirit had not quailed. She shook herself free as I placed her on the first step. "'Have you killed them?' she asked quietly. "'I hope so,' I replied, looking cautiously around the corner to see the results of my fuselage. The smoke had spread into a thin haze through the passage. "'There's one fellow there,' I said, but it's the one I knocked down. "'Can't you see the others?' inquired Luella. "'No more in sight,' said I, after a bolder survey. "'They've run away.' "'Oh, I'm glad,' said Luella. "'I should have seen them always if you had killed them.' "'I shouldn't have minded giving them something to remember,' said I, vexed at my poor display of marksmanship, but feeling an innate conviction that I must have hit them.' "'What on earth did they attack us for?' exclaimed Luella indignantly. "'We haven't heard anything.' Before I could reply to Luella's question, a tattoo was beaten upon the door and a muffled shout came from the other side. I stepped down from the stair to listen. "'Are you hurt?' shouted Corson. "'What's the matter?' "'No damage,' I returned. I drove them off.' Corson shouted some further words, but they were lost in a sudden murmur of voices and a scuffle of feet that arose behind. "'Look out!' cried Luella, preemptorily. "'Come back here.' I have said that the passage opened into a little court, and at the end a lamp gave light to the court and to the passage. As I turned I saw a confusion of men pouring into the open space and heading for the passage. They were evidently Chinese, but in the gleam of the lamp I was sure I saw the evil face and snake eyes of Tom Terrell. He was wrapped in the Chinese blouse, but I could not be mistaken. Then with a chorus of yells there was the crack of a pistol and a bullet struck the door close to my ear. It was all done in an instant. Before the sound of the shot I dropped and then made a leak for the stair. "'Oh!' cried Luella anxiously. "'Were you hit?' "'No, I'm all right,' I said. But it was a close shave. The gang means mischief. "'Go up the stairs and find a way out, or a place to hide,' said Luella excitedly. "'Give me the pistol. They won't hurt me. It's you thereafter. Go, now!' Her tone was the tone of the true daughter of the wolf. "'Thank you, Miss Knapp. I have a pressing engagement here with a lady, and I expect to meet Mr. Corson in a few minutes.' I stooped on an impulse and kissed the back of her gloved hand and murmured, "'I couldn't think of leaving.' "'Well, tell me something I can do,' she said. "'I gave her my smaller revolver. Send that to me when I want it,' I said. "'If I'm killed, get up the stairs and defend yourself with it. Don't fire unless you have to. We are short of ammunition.' I had but three shots in the large six-shooter. "'Are they coming?' asked Luella, as the wide tumult of shout stilled for a moment, and a single voice could be heard. I peered cautiously around the corner. There's a gentleman in a billy-cock hat who's rather anxious to have them lead the way,' I said, but they seemed to prefer listening to fighting. The gentleman whose voice was for war I discovered to be my snake-eyed friend. He seemed to be having difficulty with the language, and was eking out his pigeon English with pantomime. "'There!' cried Luella with a start. "'What's that?' A heavy blow shook the walls of the building and sounded through the passage. "'Good,' I said. "'If our friends yonder are going to make trouble, they must do it at once. Corsons got an axe, and the door will be down first they know.' "'Thank heaven!' whispered Luella. And then she began to tremble. The blows followed fast upon each other, but suddenly they were drawn in a chorus of yells, and a volley of revolver shots sent the bullets spatting against the door. "'Look out, Miss Knapp,' I said. "'They're coming. Stand close behind me and crouch down if they get this far.' I could feel her straighten and brace herself once more behind me as I bent cautiously around the corner. The band was advancing with a frightful din but was making more noise than speed. Evidently it had little heart for its job. I looked into the yelling mob for the snake-eyed agent of Doddridge Knapp, but could not single him out. I dared wait no longer. Aiming at the foremost, I fired twice at the advancing assailants. There were shouts and screams of pain in answer, and the line hesitated. I gave them the remaining cartridge, and, seizing the smaller weapon from Luella, fired as rapidly as I could pull the trigger. The effect was instantaneous. With a succession of howls and curses, the band broke and ran. All saved one man who leaped swiftly forward with a long knife in his hand. It would have gone hard with me if he had ever reached me, for he was a large and powerful fellow, and my last shot was gone. But in the dark and smoky passage he stumbled over the prostrate body of the first desperado whom I had been fortunate enough to knock down, and fell sprawling at full length almost at my feet. With one leap I was on his back, and with a blow from the revolver I had quieted him, wrenched the knife from his hand, and had the point resting on his neck. Luella gave a scream. Oh, she cried. Are you hurt? No, I said lightly. But I don't think this gentleman is feeling very well. He's likely to have a sore head for a day or two. Come back here, said Luella, in a peremptory tone. Those men may come again and shoot you. I don't think so, said I. The door is coming down. But anyhow I can't leave our friend here. He's still, I growled, giving the captive a gentle prod in the neck with the point of his knife, to emphasize my desire to have peace and quiet between us. I heard him swear under his breath. The words were foreign, but there was no mistaking the sentiment behind them. You aren't killing him, are you? inquired Luella anxiously. I think it might be a service to the country, I confessed. But I'll save him for the hangman. You needn't speak so regretfully," laughed Luella, with a little return of her former spirit. But here are people come. The acts had been plied steadily on the stubborn planks all through the conflict and its sequel. But the iron-bound beams and heavy lock had been built to resist police raids and the door came down with difficulty. At last it was shaking and yielding, and almost as Luella spoke it swayed, bent apart, and broke with a crash. And with a babble of shouts, Corson, Porter, Barkhouse, and Wainwright, with two more policemen, poured through the opening. Praise the powers, you're safe!" cried Corson, ringing my hand while the policeman took the prostrate Chinese in charge. And is the young lady hurt? "'No harm done,' said Luella. "'Mr. Wilton is quite a general.' "'I can't think what's got into the scoundrel-y highbinders,' said Corson, apologetically. "'It's the first time I ever knew anything of the kind to happen.' And he went on to explain that while the Chinese desperado is a devil to fight among his own kind, he does not interfere with the white man.' I called my men aside and spoke sharply. "'You haven't obeyed orders,' I said. "'You, Porter, and you, Barkhouse, were to keep close by me tonight. You didn't do it. And it's only by good luck that the young lady and I were not killed. You, Wainwright, were to follow Tom Terrell. I saw Terrell just now in a gang of Chinese, and you turn up on the other side of a barred door. Porter and Barkhouse looked sheepish enough, but Wainwright protested. I was following Terrell when he gets into a gang of highbinders and goes into one of these rooms over here a ways. I wait a while for him, and then starts to look around a bit, and first I know, I run up against Porter here, hunting for an axe, and crazy as a loon, saying as how you was murdered, and they had got to save you. Well, just keep close to me for the rest of the night, and we'll say no more about it. There's no great damage done, nothing but a sore knuckle.' I was feeling now the return effects of my blow on the Cooley's chin. I felt too much in fault myself to call my attendants very sharply to task. It was through me that Luella had come into danger, and I had to confess that I had failed in prudence, and had come near to paying dear for it. "'I don't understand this, Mr. Wilton,' said Corson in confidential perplexity. "'I don't see why the Hathen were after yous.' "'I saw—I saw Tom Terrell,' said I, stumbling over the name of Dodridge Knapp. I determined to keep the incident of his appearance to myself. "'I don't see how he worked it,' said Corson with a shake of the head. "'They don't like to stand against a white man. It's a square tale he must have told him, and a big sack he must have promised him to bring him down on you. Was it for killing you they was trying, or was they for catching yous alive?' "'They were trying to take us alive at first, I think, but the bullets whistled rather close for comfort.' "'I was a little shaky myself when they plunked against the door,' said Corson with a smile. "'Oh, Mr. Wilton,' said Mrs. Bowser, it was awful of you, for it was so frightfully improper to get behind that locked door, to say nothing of throwing us all into conniptions with firing guns and calling for axes and highbinders and police and heaven knows what all. And what are highbinders, Mr. Wilton? And it's a blessing we have our dear Luella safe with us again. I was near fainting all the time, and it's a mercy I had a smelling-bottle.' Dear Luella looked distressed, and while Corson was attempting to explain to Mrs. Bowser the nature of the blackmailing bands of the Chinese criminal element, Luella said, "'Please get us out of this. I can't stand it.' I had marveled at her calm amid the excited talk of those about her, but I saw now that it was forced by an effort of her will. She was sadly shaken. "'Take my arm,' I said. Mr. Corson will lead the way. I signed to Porter to go ahead and to Barkhouse and Wainwright to follow me. It's very close here. "'It's very ridiculous of me,' said Luella, with a hysterical laugh, "'but I'm a little upset.' "'I daresay you're not used to it,' I suggested, dryly. Luella gave me a quick glance. "'No, are you? It's not customary in our family,' she said with an attempt at gaiety. I thought of the wolf figure who had come out of the opium den, and the face framed in the lantern flash of the alley, and was silent. Perhaps the thought of the scene of the passage had come to her, too, for she shuddered and quickened her step as though to escape. "'Do you want to go through the theatre?' asked Corson. "'No, no,' whispered Luella. "'Get me home at once.' "'We have seen enough sights for the evening, I believe,' said I. Mrs. Bowser was voluble regretful, but declined Corson's offer to chaperone her through a night of it. On the way home Luella spoke not a word, but Mrs. Bowser filled the time with a detailed account of her emotions and sensation, while Corson and his men were searching for us and beating down the door. And her tail was still growing when the carriage pulled up before the bronze lions that guarded the house of the wolf, and I handed the ladies up the steps. At the door Luella held out her hand impulsively. I wish I knew whom to thank, but I do thank him for my safety, thanks for my life. Believe me, I am grateful to a brave man. I felt the warm clasp of her fingers for a moment, and then with a flash of her eyes that set my blood on fire she was gone, and I was staggering down Dodridge-Nap steps in a tumult of emotions that turned the dark city into the jeweled palaces of the Jenny-Eye people with angels. But there was a bitter in the sweet. I wish I knew whom to thank. The bitter grew a little more perceptible as her phrases stamped themselves in my brain. I blessed and cursed at once the day that had brought me to her. CHAPTER XIX The wolf-face seemed with hatred and anger and hideous with evil passions that had glowered for a moment out of the smoky frame of the Chinese den was still haunting me as I forced myself once more to return to the office. Wednesday morning had come, and I was due to meet Dodridge-Nap. But as I unlocked the door I took some comfort in the reflection that I could hardly be more unwilling to meet the wolf than he must be to meet me. I had scarcely settled myself in my chair when I heard the key turn in the lock. The door swung open and in walked Dodridge-Nap. I had thought to find at least some trace of the opium debauch through which I had gained the clue to its strange and contradictory acts, some mark of the evil passions that had written their story upon his face at the meeting in the passage. But the face before me was a mask that showed no sign of the experiences through which he had passed. After all that appeared he might have employed the time since I had left here two days before in studying philosophy and cultivating peace and goodwill with his neighbors. Ah, Wilton, he said affably, rubbing his hands with a purring growl. You're ready for a hard day's work, I hope. Nothing would please me better, I said cheerfully, my repugnance melting away with the magnetism of his presence. Is the black flag up to-day? He looked at me in surprise for an instant and then growled, still in good humor. No quarter is the motto to-day! And I listened closely as the king of the street gave his orders for the morning. I marveled at the openness and confidence with which he seemed to treat me. There was no trace nor suggestion in his demeanor to-day of the man who sought my life by night. And I shuddered at the power of the black smoke to change the nature of this man to that of a demon. He trusted me with secrets of his campaign that were worth millions to the market. You understand now, he said at the end of his orders, that you were to sell all the crown diamond that the market will take and buy all the omega that you can get below one hundred. I understand. We'll feed Decker about as big a dose as he can swallow, I reckon," said the king of the street grimly. One thing, I said, I'd like to know if I'm the only one operating for you. The king of the street drew his bushy brows down over his eyes and scowled at me a moment. You're the only one in the big board, he said at last. There are men in the other boards, you understand. I thought I understood and sailed forth for the battle. At Dodridge Knapp's suggestion I arranged to do my business through three brokers and added Latimer and Hobart to Walbridge and Boxteen and Eppner. Boxteen greeted me affably. Welcome to the market once more, Mr. Wilton," said Eppner, assisting his partner in his high, dry voice with cold civility. His blue-black eyes regarded me as but a necessary part of the machinery of commerce. I gave my orders briefly. "'That is large order,' said Boxteen dubiously. "'You don't have to take it,' I was about to retort when Eppner's high-pitched voice interrupted. "'It's all right. The customary margin is enough.'" Walbridge was more enthusiastic. "'You've come just in the nick of time,' said the stout little man, swabbing his bald head from force of habit, though the morning was chill. "'The market has been drier than a fish-horn and duller than a foggy morning. You saved me from a trip to Los Angeles. I should have been carried off by my wife in another day.' "'You have got Gradgrind's idea of a holiday,' I laughed. "'Gradgrind, Gradgrind,' said the little man reflectively. "'Don't know him. He's not in the market, I reckon. Oh, I'm death on holidays. I come near dying every day the board doesn't meet. When it shut up shop after the Bank of California went to the wall, I was just getting ready to blow my brains out for want of exercise when they posted the notice that it was to open again. I laughed at the stout broker's earnestness and told him what I wanted done. "'Whoo!' he exclaimed. "'You're in business this time, sure. Well, this is just in my line.' Latimer and Hobart, after a polite explanation of their rules in regard to margins and getting a certified check, became obsequiously anxious to do my bidding. I distributed the business with such judgment that I felt pretty sure our plans could not in any way be exposed and took my place at the rail in the boardroom. The opening proceedings were comparatively tame. I detected a sad falling off in the quality and quantity of lung power and muscular activity among the buyers and sellers in the pit. At the call of confidence, Latimer and Hobart began feeding shares to the market. Confidence dropped five points in half a minute and the pit began to wake up. There was a roar and a growl that showed me the animals were still alive. The decker forces were taken by surprise, but with a hasty consultation came gallantly to the rescue of their stock. At the close of the call they had forced it back and one point higher than at the opening. This however was but a skirmish of outposts. The fighting began at the call of Crown Diamond. It opened at sixty-three. The first bid was hardly made when, with a bellow, Wallbridge charged on Decker's broker, filled his bid and offered a thousand shares at sixty-two. There was an answering roar from a hundred throats and a mob rushed on Wallbridge with the apparent intent of tearing him limb from limb. Wallbridge's offer was snapped up at once, but a few weak-need holders of the stock threw small blocks on the market. These were taken up at once, and Decker's brokers were bidding sixty-five. At this Eppner gave a blast like a cornet and, waving his arms frantically, plunged into a small-sized riot. I had entrusted him with five thousand shares of Crown Diamond to be sold for the best price possible, and he was feeding the opposition judiciously. The price wavered for a moment, but rallied and reached sixty-six. At this I signaled to Wallbridge, and with another bellow he started an opposition riot on the other side of the room from Eppner and fed Crown Diamond and lumps to the howling forces of the Decker combination. The battle was raging furiously. I had no wish to break the price of the stock. I was intent only at selling shares at a good price. But I had convinced the Decker forces that there was a raid on the stock, and they had rallied to protect it at whatever cost. The price seesawed between sixty-six and sixty-five, and amid a tumult of yells and shouts, I sold twelve thousand shares. At last they were gone, but the offers still continued. Deckers had become scared at the persistent selling and were trying to realize before a break should come, and in spite of Decker's efforts the price ran down to sixty. There was a final rally of the Decker forces, and the call closed with Crown Diamond at sixty-three. I was pleased at the result. Dodridge Knapp had entrusted me with the shares with the remark, I paid fifty for him, and they're not worth a tinker's dam. I got an inside look at the mine when I was in Virginia City. Feed Decker all he'll take at sixty. He's been fooled on one thing, and I reckon he'll buy a good lot of them at that. I had sold Dodridge Knapp's entire lot of the stock at an average of over sixty-five, had netted him a profit of fifteen dollars a share, and had, for a second purpose, served the plan of campaign by drawing the enemy's resources to the defense of Crown Diamond and weakening by so much his power of operating elsewhere. By the time Omega was reached I had the plans fully in hand. The assault on Crown Diamond had caused a nervous feeling all along the line, and under rumors of a bear raid there had been a drop of several points. Omega felt the results of the nervousness and depression and opened at seventy-five. There was a moment's buzz, the quiet of a crowd expectant of great events. Then Walbridge charged into the throng with a roar. I could not distinguish his words, but I knew that he was carrying out my order to drop five thousand shares on the market. At his cry there was an answering roar, and the scene upon the floor turned to a riot. Men rushed hither and thither, screaming, shouting, waving their arms, pushing, jostling, tearing each other to get into the midst of the throng, whirling about, mobbing first one and then another of the leather-lunged leaders who furnished at each moment fresh centers for the outbreak of disorder. How the market was going I could only guess. At Walbridge's onset I saw Latimer and Eppner make a dive for him and then separate, following other shouting, screaming madmen who pirouetted about the floor and tried to save themselves from a mobbing. I heard seventy shouted from one direction, but could not make out whether it set the price of the stock or not. The din was too confusing for me to follow the course of events. At last Walbridge staggered up to the rail, flushed, colorless and panting for breath, with his hat a hopeless wreck. We've done it, he gasped in my ear. The dogs of war are making the fur fly down here. You bet. Don't you wish you was in it? No, I don't, I shouted decidedly. How does it go? I sold down to seventy-one, average seventy-three, I guess, and she's piling in fit to break the floor. Did Latimer and Eppner get your stock? I could not help asking. They got about three thousand of it. Rosenheim got the rest. I remembered Rosenheim as the agent of Decker and Seid. But Latimer and Eppner were busy, and I had hopes. Where is it now? I asked. Sixty-nine and a half. I meditated an instant whether to use my authority to throw another five thousand shares on the market. But I caught sight of Decker opposite, pale, hawk-like, just seizing an envelope from a messenger. He tore it open, and though his face changed not a line, I felt by a mysterious instinct that had brought assurance of the aid he sought. By every share you can get, I said promptly, don't get in the way of Latimer or Eppner. Put on steam, too. Two forty on a turnpike road, said Walbridge, and refreshed by a minute of rest, he gave a prolonged bellow and charged frantically for a stout man in a white waistcoat who was doing the maniac dance across the hall. A moment later the clamor grew louder and the excitement increased. I heard shouts of seventy-five, seventy-eight, eighty, and eighty-five. Decker's men had entered into the bidding with energy. The sinews of war had been recruited, and it was a battle for the possession of every block of stock. Thus far I had followed closely the plan laid down for me by Dodridge Knapp, and the course of the market had agreed with the outlines of his prophecy. But now it was going up faster than he had expected. Yet I could do nothing but buy. I dared not set bounds to the bidding. I dared not stop for an instant to hear how the account of purchases stood, for it might allow Decker to get the stock that my employer would need to give him the control of the mine. I could only grip the railing and wait for the end of the call. At last it came, and omega, one hundred and five and three-quarters, was the closing quotation. I feverishly took the totals of my purchases from the brokers and gave the checks to bind them. Then I hastily made my way through the excited throngs that blocked the entrance to the exchange, brought thither by the exciting news of a boom in omega, and hurried to the office. Dodridge Knapp had not yet come, and I consumed myself with impatience for ten minutes, till I heard his key in the lock, and he entered with a calm smile on his face. What luck, Wilton! was his greeting. The king of the street, whose millions had been staked in the game, was less excited than I who risked nothing. I gave him my memoranda and tried to read his face as he studied them. You did a good job with crown diamond, he grunted approvingly. Thanks, I returned. I thought it wasn't bad for a stock that was not worth mentioning. Yes, Decker can light his cigars with it next month. A million dollars worth of cigar lighters might be called a piece of extravagance, I murmured. You'll think so if you ever buy them, Wilton, growled with the king of the street, feelingly. And here is seven thousand six hundred shares of omega bought, and five thousand sold. That scheme worked pretty well. We made twenty six hundred by it. The price went up pretty fast. The king of the street looked sourly at the figures before him. You ought to have got more stock, he growled. This was a shock to my self-congratulation over my success, and I gave an inquiring. Yes? As I figure it out, he said, somebody else got seven thousand shares and odd. There were over fifteen thousand shares sold in your board. I murmured that I had done my best. Yes, yes, I suppose so, said my employer, but we need more. How much? I asked. I've got a little over forty eight thousand shares, he said slowly, and I must have near sixty thousand. It looks as though I'd have to fight for them. Which will cost you about a million and a half at present rate, I returned. I'll give you a million commission, Wilton, if you'll get them for that. The king of the street plainly did not underrate the task he had set. Well, Decker isn't any better off than you, I said consolingly. He's ten or fifteen thousand shares worse off than I am, and he's put a fortune into Crown Diamond and is pretty well loaded with confidence. True, my boy. And so, I argued, he must be nearer the bottom of his sack than you are. Very good, Wilton, said the king of the street with a quizzical look. But you've left one thing out. You don't happen to know that the directors of the El Dorado bank had a secret meeting last night and decided to back Decker for all their worth. Rather a rash proceeding, I suggested. Well, he had three millions of their money in his scheme, so I reckon they thought the tale might as well follow the hide, explained my employer. The only thing to do, then, is to get a bank yourself. I returned. Dodridge Knapp's lips closed and a trace of a frown was on his brows. Well, this isn't business, he said. Now, here is what I want, he continued, and he gave directions for the buying at the afternoon session. Now, not over one hundred and twenty-five was his parting injunction. You may not get much, I don't think you will, though I have a scheme that may bring a reaction. Dodridge Knapp's scheme for a reaction must have been one of the kind that goes off backward, for Omega jumped skyward on the afternoon call and closed at one hundred and thirty. Rumors were flying fast that a big bonanza, bigger than the consolidated Virginia, had been discovered on the six hundred foot level, and the great public was rushing to Pine Street to throw its dollars into the blind pool against Knapp, Decker, and the El Dorado Bank. And I had been able to get a scant one thousand five hundred shares when the call was over. I did better than you, said Dodridge Knapp, when I explained to him the course of the session. I found a nest of two thousand five hundred and gathered them in at one hundred and twenty. But that's all right. You've done well enough, as well as I expected. And still eight thousand to get, I said. Nearly. Well, we'll get them in due time, I suppose, I said cheerfully. We'll have them by Monday noon, or we won't have them at all, growled Dodridge Knapp. How is that? You seem to have forgotten, young man, that the stock transfer books of the Omega Company close on Monday at two o'clock. As I had never heard this interesting piece of information before, I could not in strictness be said to have forgotten it. Well, we ought to have the stock by that time, I said consolingly. We ought, said the king of the street grimly, pausing in the doorway. But things don't always happen as they ought. As I remembered that if things had happened as they ought, Dodridge Knapp would be in jail. I gave a hearty assent to the proposition as the door closed behind my retreating employer. End of chapter 19, recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 20 of Blind Folded This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. Blind Folded by Earl Ashley Walcott. Chapter 20 Making Progress You really don't mean it, said Luella severely, and it's very wrong to say what you don't mean. In society, I asked blandly. I'm afraid you're a heretic, look, Miss Knapp. I blushed as I stumbled over her name. She was Luella to me by night and day, but I did not consider myself on a footing to you so thrilling a word in her presence. Don't be rude, she said. Everything has its place in society. Even prevarication, I assented. Even a polite consideration for the feelings of others, corrected Luella. Then you might have some consideration for mine, I said, in an injured tone. But we're not in society, not just now, that is to say. We're just friends talking together, and you're not to say what you don't mean just for the sake of pleasing my vanity. Well, if we're just friends talking together, said I, looking up in her face. I was seated on the footstool before her, and it was very entertaining to look at her face, so I stopped at that. Yes, said Luella, bending forward in her interest. It was the bravest and truest and most womanly girl I ever knew or heard of. It's the kind a man would be glad to die for. I really couldn't help it. Her hand lay very temptingly near me, and I don't think I knew what I was doing till she said, Please let go of my hand. But he'd rather live for her, I continued boldly. If you don't behave yourself, I'll surrender you to Aunt Julia, said Luella, rising abruptly, and slipping to the curtains of the alcove in which we were sitting. She looked very graceful and charming as she stood there with one hand raised to the lace folds. Has she recovered? I asked. What a melancholy tone! The poor dear was in bed all Tuesday, but she took advantage of her rest to amplify her emotions. She has acquired a subject of conversation, at least, to last her for the rest of her life, laughed Luella, turning back. It will be a blood-curdling tale by the time she reaches the east once more. And now, do be sensible. No, you sit right where you are, and tell me how it all happened, and what it was about. I revolved for a moment the plan of a romance that would have, at least, the merit of chaining Miss Knapp's interest, but it was gone as I looked into her serious eyes. That's what I should like to know myself, I confessed candidly. Then I added with pardonable mendacity. I think I must have been taken for somebody else, if it was anything more than a desperate freak of the Highbinders. Are you sure they had no interest in seeking you? Asked Luella gravely, with a charming tremor in her voice. Before I could reply, Miss Knapp's voice was in my ear, and Miss Knapp's figure was in the archway of the alcove. Oh, you are here! she said. I thought I heard your voices. Luella, your father wants to see you a minute. And how do you do, Mr. Wilton? I greeted Miss Knapp cordially, though I wished that she had delayed her appearance, and looked regretfully after Luella. I want to thank you for your heroism the other evening, she said. Oh, it was nothing, I answered lightly. Anyone would have done the same. Perhaps, but nonetheless, we are all very grateful. If I had only suspected that anything of the kind could have happened, I should never have allowed them to go. I felt rebelliously glad that she had not suspected. I blame myself for it all, I bowed. It was very careless of me. I am afraid so, after all the warning you have had, said Mrs. Knapp. But as it turned out, no harm was done, I said cheerfully. I suppose so, said Mrs. Knapp absently. Then she spoke with sudden attention. Do you think your enemies followed you there? I was taken aback with the vision of the wolf figure in the grimy passage, a fiend in the intoxication of opium, and stammered for a reply. My snake-eyed friend made himself a little familiar, I'm afraid, I admitted. It is dreadful that these dangers should follow you everywhere, said Mrs. Knapp with feeling. You must be careful. I have developed eyes in the back of my head, I said, smiling at her concern. I fear you need more than that. Now tell me how it all happened, just as you saw it. I'm afraid Luella was a little too historical to give a true account of it. I gave her the story of the scene in the passage, with a few judicious commendations. I thought it hardly worth while to mention Dodridge Knapp's appearance, or a few other items that were more precious to me than to anybody else. When I had done Mrs. Knapp's side. There must be an end of this some day, she said. I hope the day isn't far off, I confessed, unless it should happen to be the day the coroner is called on to take a particular interest in my person. Mrs. Knapp shuddered. Oh no, no, not that way. Then, after a pause, she continued, Would you not rather attack your dangers at once and have them over than to wait for them to seek you? I felt a trifle uneasy at this speech. There seemed to be a suggestion in it that I could end the whole matter by marching on my enemies and coming to decisive battle. I wished I knew what she was hinting at, and how it was to be done, before I answered. I haven't felt any particular disposition to hunt them up, I confessed. But if I could cut off all the heads of the Hydra at once, it would be worth while. Anything for peace and quiet, you know. Mrs. Knapp smiled. Well, there is no use challenging your fate. There is no need for you to act unless the boy is in danger. Oh no, none at all, I replied, unblushingly. And we'll hope that he will be kept safe until the danger has passed. I hoped so devoutly and said as much. And after a few more words Mrs. Knapp led me, feebly resisting, to Mrs. Bowser. Oh, Mr. Wilton, said that charming dame, my heart goes pit-a-pat when I see you, for it's almost like being among those dreadful highbinders again, and how could you bring the horrid creatures down on our dear Luella when she might have been captured and sold into slavery under our very eyes. Ah, Mrs. Bowser, said I gallantly. I ought to have known what to expect on bringing such a temptation before our Chinese friends. I do not see how you escaped being carried off. Oh now, Mr. Wilton, exclaimed Mrs. Bowser, retreating behind her fan. You are really too flattering. I must say, though, that some of them did make dreadful eyes at me till I felt that I should faint. And do they really hold their slave market right in the middle of San Francisco? And why doesn't the President break it up? And what is the Emancipation Proclamation for, I should like to know? Madam, I replied, the slave market is subrosa, but I advise you to keep out of Chinatown. Some temptations are irresistible. Mrs. Bowser giggled behind her fan and was too pleased to speak, and I took advantage of the lull to excuse myself and make a dive into the next room where I aspired Luella. Yes, you may sit down here, she said carelessly. I want to be amused. I was not at all certain that I was flattered to be considered amusing, but I was willing to stay on any terms, so we fell into animated conversation on nothing and everything. In the midst of this entertaining situation, I discovered that Mrs. Knapp was watching us, and her face showed no easy state of mind. As I caught her eye, she moved away, and a minute later Mr. Carter appeared with, excuse me, Mrs. Knapp, but your mother would like to see you. She and my wife have some conspiracy on hand. I was pleased to see that Luella did not take the interruption gratefully, but she surrendered her place to Mr. Carter, who talked about the weather with a fertility of common places that excited my admiration. But as even the weather has its limits as a subject of interest, and the hour grew late, I suppressed a yawn and sought the ladies to take my leave. Oh, must you go? said Luella, rising. And leaving Mrs. Carter to her mother, she walked with me to the hall as though she would speak with me. But once more alone, with only the hum of voices from the reception room as company, she fell silent, and I could think of nothing to say. It's very good of you to come, she said, hesitatingly. My mind went back to that other evening when I had left the door in humiliation and bitterness of spirit. Perhaps she too was thinking of the time. It's much better of you to wish me to come, I said with all my heart, taking her hand. Come on Saturday, she said at last. I am at your service at any time, I murmured. Don't, she said, that's conventional. If you are to be conventional, you're not to come. And she laughed nervously. I looked into her eyes, and then on impulse, stooped and kissed the hand I still held. It was what I meant, I said. She snatched her hand away, and as she did so, I saw in the dim light that hid the further end of the hall, the figure of the wolf, massive, dark, threatening, and my mind supplied it with all the fires of passion and hate with which I had twice seen the face inflamed. Luella's eyes grew large with wonder and alarm as she caught on my face the reflection of the wolf's coming. But as she turned to look, the figure faded away without sound, and there was only Mrs. Knapp appearing in the doorway, and her alarm turned to amusement. Oh, I was afraid you had gone, said Mrs. Knapp. Would you mind Luella looking after the guests a minute? Luella bowed me a good night, and was gone. Oh, Henry, said Mrs. Knapp, I wanted to ask you about Mr. Knapp. Is your aid absolutely essential to his success? I presume not, though it would probably embarrass him somewhat if I should take ship for China before morning. As I held in the blank securities worth nearly three millions of dollars, I believed that I spoke within bounds. I suppose it would do no good to try to dissuade him from his plans. It would take a bolder man than I, said I, with a smile at the audacity of the idea. Mrs. Knapp smiled sadly in response. Do you think, Henry, she asked hesitatingly, do you think that Mr. Knapp is quite himself? My mind leaped at the recollection of the wolf figure in the opium dens. But I choked down the thought and replied calmly, he certainly has a vigorous business head on his shoulders. I wish you could tell me about his business affairs, said Mrs. Knapp, wistfully. But I know you won't. You wouldn't think much of me if I did, I said boldly. It would be right to tell me, she said, but I mustn't keep you standing here. Good night. I walked down the steps and joined my waiting guards with the budget of new thoughts and feelings to examine. The three days that followed were days of storm and stress in the market, a time of steady battle in the stock exchange, of faints and sallies on stocks which we did not want, of wash sales and bogus bargains, of rumors on rumors and stratagems on stratagems, altogether a harvest season for the father of lies. Dodgeridge Knapp fought for the control of Omega and the Dekker Syndicate fought as stubbornly for the same end. I was forced to admire the fertility of resource displayed by the king of the street. He was carrying on the fight with the smaller capital, yet by his attack and defense he employed his resources to better result. The weakness of the Syndicate lay in its burden of confidence and crown diamond. Dodgeridge Knapp had sold out his holdings of both at a handsome profit, but so far from ceasing his sales of these stocks, as I had expected, he had only begun. He suddenly developed into a most pronounced bear and sold both stocks for future delivery in great blocks. He was cautious with confidence, but his assaults on crown diamond were ruthless. At every session he sold for future delivery at lower and lower prices, and a large contingent of those on the street joined in the bear movement. Dekker and his brokers stood gallantly to the defense of their threatened properties and bought heavily. Yet it was evident that Omega, crown diamond, and confidence together made a little heavier burden than even the elder Dorado bank could carry. In spite of their efforts to buy everything that was offered, crown diamond futures fell to forty, thirty, twenty-five, and even twenty, closing at the afternoon session at twenty and three fourths. But the king of the street was less successful in his manipulation of Omega. Despite his efforts, despite the rumors that were industriously spread about of the pinching out of the great veins, the price continued to go up by leaps and bounds. The speculating public, as well as Dekker and company, were reaching out for the stock, and it was forced up ten and twenty points at a time, closing on Saturday afternoon at three hundred and twenty-five. This is Merry War, gasped Walbridge at the close of the last session. I wouldn't have missed this for five years of my life. Dodridge Knapp is the boy for making the market home when he takes the notion. By George we've had a picnic this week, and last Monday I thought everything was dead too. Dodridge Knapp, I exclaimed, is he in this deal too? Walbridge looked at me in a little confusion and moped his head with comical abandon. Then he winked a most diabolical wink and chuckled. Of course a secret's a secret, but when the whole street's talking about it you can't exactly call it a closed corporation secret, he explained apologetically. I assured the stout little broker solemnly that Dodridge Knapp was to know nothing of my dealings. I'll do anything for a good customer like you, he gasped. Lord, if it wasn't for the lying, where would the market be? Dead, sir, dead. And Walbridge shook his head merrily over the moral degradation of the business that chained his thoughts by day and his dreams by night. I joined Dodridge Knapp at the office and confided to him the fact that the cat was out of the bag. The king of the street looked a little amused at the announcement. Good Lord, Wilton, wear your ears, he said. The street had the whole story on Friday. Decker was sure of it on Wednesday. But I kept undercover long enough to get a good start, and that was as much as I expected. How do we stand now? I asked. I knew that our purchases had not been progressing very well. There's five hundred shares to get, said the king of the street thoughtfully. Five hundred and thirty-six to be accurate. That's not a very promising outlook, I suggested, remembering that we had secured only four hundred shares in the whole day's struggle. Well, there'll be an earthquake in the street if we don't get them, and maybe there'll be one if we do. Decker is likely to dump all his shares in the market the minute we win, and it will be the devil's own job to keep the bottom from falling out, if he does. The king of the street then gave some brief directions. Now, he continued, you are to be at the exchange without fail on Monday morning. I'll be there to give you your orders. Don't be one minute behind hand, or there may be toffet to pay. And he emphasized his words with an impressive growl that showed the wolf's fangs. I'll be on hand, I replied. Well, then go, he growled, and see that you come with a clear head on Monday. Keep your thirst until after the game is over. A few hours later I was at the house of the wolf, but I forgot to ask for Dodridge Knapp. Luella received me with apparent indifference that contrasted sharply with her parting, and I was peaked. Mrs. Knapp was gracious and sailed between us before I had received a dozen words. Where are your spirits tonight? she asked, railingly. Have you left them in Lower Pine Street? I have a heart for any fate, I returned lightly. Am I too grave for the occasion? You're always under orders to be cheerful, Luella broke in, or at least to explain the reason why. He can't explain, retorted her mother. Mr. Knapp won't let him. It struck me, on watching mother and daughter, that it was they who were grave. Luella gave an occasional flash of brightness, but seemed tired or depressed, while Mrs. Knapp appeared to struggle against some insistent sorrow. But presently we found a subject in which Luella aroused her interest, and her bright mind and ready wit drove away the fancy that had first assailed me. Then some caller claimed the attention of Mrs. Knapp, and I was content to monopolize Luella's conversation for the evening. At last I was constrained to go. Mrs. Knapp was still busy in conversation with her visitor, and Luella followed me once more into the hall. Again her animation left her, and she was silent, and I, on my side, could think of nothing to say. Then her deep gray eyes flashed upon me a look that sent my pulses throbbing, an indefinable pleading glance that shook my soul. Can't you tell me? Won't you tell me? she said in a low voice that was the compliment of the silent speech of the eyes. I wish I could, I whispered. I know it must be right. It is right, she said in the same tone. But I wish that I might know. Will you not tell me? I will tell you some day, I said brokenly. Now it is another's, and I cannot. But it shall be all yours. All? Everything. In another moment I know not what I should have done, so stirred and tempted was I by her tone and look. But in an instant her manner changed, and she exclaimed in a mocking voice, Now I have your promise, so I'll let you go. You'd better not linger, or Mama will certainly have some business to talk over with you. And before I could touch her hand she was gone, and her laughing good night echoed down the hall. I was puzzled by these changes of mood, and decided that Luella Knapp was a most unaccountable young woman, and then there dashed over me a sickening realization of what I had done, of what I had promised, and of how impossible it was that I should ever reveal to her the secret I guarded. I cursed the mad folly and crime of her father, for they stood between her and me. Yet under the subtle influence that she cast upon me I felt the bonds of duty relaxed and slipping away. I had now to confess to myself that I loved Luella Knapp, and she, I hoped and feared, and ran over in my mind every incident of my later visits that might tell in what regard I was held, the tones, the words, the manner that ran from deep interest to indifference. And trying to untangle the skein, I was a good deal startled to feel a touch in my arms as I reached the sidewalk. Oh, it's you, Porter, is it? I exclaimed, unrecognizing my retainer. Is Barkhouse here? Yes, sir, and here's Wilson with a message for you. A message for me? From whom? From whom? Wilson took me aside and thrust an envelope into my hand. That come to your room about nine o'clock, I reckon, he said. Least ways that's the first we saw of it. And Mother Borton was there, and she says she must see you to-night, sure. She wouldn't stay, but says you was to come down there before you goes to bed, sure, if you wants to keep out of trouble. I looked at the envelope, and in the flickering light from the street lamp I could make out the address to Henry Wilton. By the handwriting, and by the indefinable scent that rose from the paper, I knew it for a message from the unknown who held for me the secrets of life and death. CHAPTER XXI At the bidding of the unknown, the windows of Bortons shown cheerfully, although it was past midnight. At our cautious approach a signal was given, and with the answering word a man appeared from the obscurity. All safe, I inquired. It's all right, said Barkhouse. There's a dozen men in the bar room, and I'm not sure there ain't some of the hounds amongst them. But you're to go in the side door and right upstairs. Two of you may keep at the foot of the stairs, just inside the door, I said. You may stand watch outside, Barkhouse. There was sound of rude song and the clink of glass and bottle in the bar and dining-room, as I passed through the side hall. But the door was closed, and I saw nothing of the late revelers. In the upper hallway Mother Bortons stood by an open door, silhouetted dark and threatening against the dim flickerings that came from the candle in the room behind her. I had but opened my mouth to give her word of greeting when she raised a warning claw and then, seizing me, drew me swiftly into the room and closed and locked the door. How are you, dearie? she said, surveying me with some apparent pride. You're safe and whole, ain't you? As the candlelight fell in her face, she seemed older and more like a bird of prey than ever. The nose and chin had taken a sharper cast. The lines of her face were deeper drawn with the marks of her evil life, and her breath was strong with the strength of waterfront whisky. But her eyes burned bright and keen as ever in their sunken sockets, with the fire of her fever-brain behind them. I am safe, I said, though I had a close shave in Chinatown. I heard of it, said Mother Bortons, sourly. I reckon it ain't much good to set up nights to tell you how to take care of yourself. It's a wonder you ever growed up. Your mammy must have been mighty careful about herding ye undercover whenever it rained. I was a little to blame, I admitted, but your mother was not thrown away, I thought I was well guarded. Mother Bortons sniffed contemptuously. I suppose you come down here alone? No, and I explained the disposition of my forces. That's not so bad, she said. They could get up here soon enough, I reckon, if there was a row. But I guess you didn't think I sent for you just to tell you you was a fool in Chinatown. I admitted that I should have expected to wait till morning for such a piece of information. Well, said Mother Borton, that ain't it. Something's up. And what might it be, I inquired. The moon? Mother Borton did not take this flippancy kindly. Her face grew darker and more evil as it was framed in the dancing shadows behind her. You can get a knife in you as easy as winking if I'll just keep my mouth shut," she cried spitefully. Yes, said I, repentently, putting my hand upon her arm. But you are my very good friend, and will tell me what I ought to know. The creature's face lighted at my tone and action, and her eyes melted with a new feeling. That I will, she said. That I will, as if you were my own boy. She seized my hand and held it as she spoke, and looked intently, almost lovingly, on my face. Elsewhere I could have shivered at the thought of her touch. Here, with the bent figure amid the gloomy shadows of the den in which we sat, with the atmosphere of danger heavy about us, I was moved by a glow of kindly feeling. I was a-listenin' to'em. She continued in a low, earnest tone, glancing around fearfully as if she had the thought that someone else might be listening in turn. I was a-listenin', and I heard what they says. Who said, I inquired. The ones you know's on, she returned mysteriously. What ones, I persisted, though I supposed she meant to indicate some of my energetic enemies. Mother Borton paid no attention to my question, and continued, I know there was a talkin' about you, and they says they would cut your liver out if they found you there. And where is there, I asked, with growing interest. That's what I was listening to find out, said Mother Borton. I couldn't hear much of what they says, but I hear's enough to get an idea. Well, I said inquiringly, as she hesitated. She bent forward and hissed rather than whispered. They found out where the boy is. Are you certain, I asked, in sudden alarm? Pretty sure, she said. Pretty sure. Now, you won't go near the place, will you, dearie? She continued anxiously. You forget that I haven't the first idea where the boy is hidden, I returned. Oh, Lord, yes, I reckon my mind's going, grunted Mother Borton. But I'm afeard of their knives for you. I wish I could give warning, said I, much disturbed by the information. The protector of the boy ought to know about this. I'm afraid I have done wrong. Mother Borton looked at me fixedly. Don't you worry, my dear, she'll know about it all right. Again the feeling stole over me that this woman knew more than she told, but I knew that it was useless to question her directly. I considered a moment, and then decided to trust her with a secret which might surprise her into admitting her knowledge. I suspect that she knows already. I got a note to-night, said I, drawing from my pocket the envelope I had received from the unknown. Mother Borton seized it, looked for a moment at the firm, delicate hand of the address, and drew out the sheet that it enclosed. Read it, dearie! She said, handing it back, after a scrutiny. I can't tell anything but big print. I suspected that Mother Borton was trying to deceive me, but I repeated the words of the note. Send six men to Eight O'Clock Boat. Come with one in hack to Courtyard of the Palace Hotel at 7.40. Mother Borton's face changed not a witt at the moment, but a witt at the moment. She knows, she said. What does it mean? I asked. What is to happen? Don't go, dearie. You won't go, will you? Yes, I said. I must go. Oh, she wailed. You may be killed. You may know what to do. I said, I must go. I said, I must go. I said, I must go. I said, I must go. I said, I must go. I said, I must go. I said, I must go. You may never come back. Nonsense, said I. In broad daylight at the Palace Hotel? I'm much more likely to be killed before I get home to-night. Her earnestness impressed me, but my resolution was not shaken. Mother Borton rested her head on the table in despair at my obstinacy. Well, if you will, you will, she said at last. And an old woman's warnings are nothing to you. But if you will put your head in the traps, I'll do my best to make it safe after you get it there. You just sit still, honey. And she took the candle and went to a corner where she seated herself at a stand. Her shadow grew very large and her straggling locks sent streamers of blackness dancing on the grimy ceiling. The weird figure, thrown into bold relief by the candle-lighted wall beyond it, while all else was an obscurity, gave an uncanny feeling that turned half to dread as I looked upon her. What secret did she hold? What was the danger she feared? Mother Borton appeared to have some difficulty in arranging her words to her liking. She seemed to be writing, but the pen did not flow smoothly. At last she was done, and sealing her work in an envelope, she brought the flickering light once more to the table. Take that, she said, thrusting the envelope into my hand. If you find a one-eyed man when you get into trouble, give him that letter I've written you, and it may do you some good. It's the best I can do for you. You better go now and get some sleep. You may need to get some sleep. I need it. I thanked Mother Borton and pressed her hand, and she held the candle as I tiptoed down the stairs, joined my waiting guards, and went out into the night. The fresh cool air of the early morning hours was grateful after the close and tainted atmosphere of the den we had left, but I had other things to think of than the pleasure of once more filling my lungs. Where are Barkhouse and Phillips, I asked, as we turned our faces toward the West? Porter gave a low whistle, and, as this failed to bring an answer, followed it with one louder and more prolonged. We listened, but no response came. We'd better get out of here, said Wilson. There's no telling what may happen when they hear that whistle. Hissed! What's that? said Porter, drawing me back into a doorway. There were running steps on the block above us, and I thought a shadow darted from one side of the street to the other. There seemed to be friends waiting for us, said I. Just get a good grip of your clubs, boys, and keep your revolvers handy in case they think they have a call to stop us. Hold on, said Porter. There's a gang of them there. I see a dozen of them, and if we're the ones thereafter, we'd better cut for it. I believe you're right, said I, peering into the darkness. I could see a confused mass, but whether of men or boxes I could only guess. We'll go up here, and you can cut around the other way, said Porter. There's no need for any one to risk it. We'll cut together. This way, then, said Wilson. I know this parter-town better than you do. Run on your toes! And he darted past Bortons and plunged into an alley that led toward the north. Porter and I followed as quietly as possible through the dark and noisome cut-off, and we'd better get out of here. Porter and I followed as quietly as possible through the dark and noisome cut-off to Pacific Street. Wilson turned toward the bay, and crossing the street at the next corner followed the main thoroughfare to Broadway. I guess we're all right now, he gasped as we turned again to the west, but we'd best keep to the middle of the street. And a little later we were inside of the house of mystery which fronted, forbidding and gloomy as ever, on Montgomery Street. Where's Barkhouse? I asked a Trent who was on guard. He hasn't come in, sir. Phillips got here a bit ago, and I think he has something to report. As Phillips had been sent scouting with Barkhouse I thought it likely and called him to my room. No, sir, I didn't see Bob for nigh of an hour before I came back, not after we got to Bortons. I left him just outside the door, I said. Then you seen him after I did. I was following two fellows down to the den, you know, and that was the last I seen of Bob. I understood that the den was one of the meeting places of the enemy. Did you find anything there? Not a thing. The two fellows went in, but they didn't come out. Another gang of three comes along and goes in, but none of them shows up again, and I reckon they had gone to bed. So I takes it as a hint and comes up here. I suppose it would have done no good to wait. You don't think Bob's been took, do you? I did feel uneasy over the absence of the stalwart scout, and but for the orders I had received for the morning I should have had my forces out to find him, or get a hostage in exchange. But as it was, I dissembled my fears and made some reassuring reply. At the earliest light of the morning I was once more a stirrer, but half refreshed by my short and broken rest, and made my dispositions for the day. I ordered Porter, Fitzhugh, Brown, Wilson, Lockhart and Abrams to wait for me at the Oakland Ferry. Trent, who was still weak from his wound, I put in charge of the Home Guard with Owens, Phillips and Larson as his companions, and gave instructions to look for Barkhouse in case he did not return. Wainwright I took with me, and hailing a hack drove to the Palace Hotel. There was a rattle of wagons and a bustle of departing guests as we drove into the courtyard of the famous hostelry. The eight o'clock boat was to carry the passengers for the eastbound Overland Train, and the outgoing travelers were filling the place with noise and confusion. I stepped out of the hack and looked about me anxiously. Was I to meet the unknown, or was I to take orders from some emissary of my hidden employer? No answering I met mine as I searched the place with eager glance. Neither woman nor man of all the hurrying crowd had a thought for me. The hotel carriages rattled away, and comparative quiet once more fell in the court. I looked impatiently about. Was there some mistake? Had the plans been changed? But as I glanced at the clock that ticked the seconds in the office of the hotel, I saw that I had been early, and that it was even now but twenty minutes to the hour. The minute hand had not swept past the figure eight when the door opened. There was a hurried step, and two women stood before me, leading a child between them. Both women were closely veiled, and the child was muffled and swathed till its features could not be seen. One of the women was young, the other older, perhaps middle-aged. Both were tall and well-made. I looked eagerly upon them, for one of them must be the unknown, the hidden employer, whose task had carried Henry Wilton to his death, who held my life in her hands, and who fought the desperate battle with the power and hatred of Dodridge Knapp. I was conscious of some disappointment. I could not say why. But neither of the women filled the outline of the shadowy picture my fancy had drawn of the unknown. Neither gave impression of the force and decision with which my fancy had endowed the woman who had challenged the resources and defied the vengeance of the wolf. So much I took to my thoughts in the flash of an eye as they approached. It was to the younger that I turned as the more likely to have the spirit of contest, but it was the older who spoke. Here is your charge, Mr. Wilton, she said in a low agitated voice. As she spoke I felt the faint suggestion of the peculiar perfume that had greeted me from the brief letters of the unknown. I am ready for orders, I said with a bow. It was apparently a mere business matter between us. I had fancied somehow that there had been a bond of friendship as much as a financial interest between Henry Wilton and his employer, and felt the sense of disappointment once more. Your orders are in this envelope, said the unknown, hurriedly thrusting a paper into my hand. Drive for the boat and read them on the way. You have no time to lose. The younger woman placed the child in the hack. Climb in, Wainwright, said I, eyeing the youngster unfavorably. Will he travel with us, ma'am? He's rather young. He'll go all right, said the elder woman with some agitation. He knows that he must. But treat him carefully. Now, good-bye. Oakland ferry driver, I cried as I stepped into the hack and slammed the door. And in a moment we were dashing out into New Montgomery Street, and with a turn we're on Market Street, rolling over the rough cobbles toward the bay. End of Chapter 21 Recording by Roger Maline Chapter 22 of Blind Folded This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline Blind Folded by Earl Ashley Walcott Chapter 22 Trailed Did you see him? asked Wainwright, as the hack lurched into Market Street and straightened its course for the ferry. Who? Tom Terrell! He was behind that big pillar near the arch there. I saw him, just as the old lady spoke to you, but before I catch his your eye he cuts and runs. I felt of my revolver at this bit of news, and was consoled to have the touch of it under my hand. I didn't see him, I said. Keep the child between us, and shoot anybody who tries to stop us or to climb into the hack. I must read my orders. All right, sir, said Wainwright, making the child comfortable between us. I tore open the envelope and drew forth the scented paper, with its familiar, firm yet delicate handwriting, and read the words, Take the train with your men for Livermore. Await orders at the hotel. Protect the boy at all hazards. Enclosed in the sheet were gold notes, to the value of five hundred dollars, a thoughtful detail for which I was grateful at the outset of such an expedition. I thrust the money into my pocket and pondered upon the letter, wondering where Livermore might be. My knowledge of the geography of California was exceedingly scant. I knew that Oakland lay across the bay, and that Brooklyn lay close by, a part of Oakland. I remembered a dinner at Sacramento and knew Los Angeles on the map. Further than this my ideas were of the most hazy character, and Livermore was nowhere to be found in my geographical memory. I had some thought of questioning Wainwright, who was busy trying to make friends with the child, but reflecting that I might be supposed to know all about it, I was silent. Wainwright's efforts to get the child to speak were without success. The little thing might from its size have been five years old, but it was dumb, frightened, as I supposed, by the strangeness of the situation, and would speak no word. This, then, was the mysterious boy whose fate was linked so closely with my own, about whose body battled the hirelings of Dodridge Knapp and of my unknown employer, for whom murder had been done, and for whom perhaps many now living were to give up their lives. Who was he? Whence had he come? What interests were bound up in his life? Why was his body the focus of plot and counter-plot, and its possession disputed with a fierce earnestness that stopped at no crime? Perhaps could he be got to talk the key of the mystery might be put in my hands? Out of the mouth of the babe I might learn the secret that had wracked my brain for days and weeks. And why was he put thus in my charge? What was I to do with him? Whither was I to carry him? I reproached myself that I had not stopped the unknown to ask more questions, to get more light on the duties that were expected of me. But the hack on a sudden pulled up, and I saw that we were before the long, low, ugly wooden building that sat square across Market Street, as the gateway to San Francisco, through which the tide of travel must pass to and from the Golden City. Look out on both sides, Wayne Wright, I cautioned. You carry the boy, and I'll shoot if there's any trouble. See that you keep him safe. There were nearly ten minutes before the boat left, but the hurry for tickets, the rush to check baggage, the shouts of hack-men and expressmen, the rattle and confusion of the coming and departing street-cars that centered at the ferry, made us inconspicuous among the throng as we stepped out of the hack. Here fits you, brown, I said, catching sight of two of my retainers. Get close about. Have you seen anything, any signs of the enemy? I haven't, said fits you. But Abrams thought he saw Dottie Ferguson over by the fair-wind saloon there. Said he cut up Clay Street before the rest of us caught sight of him, so maybe Abrams was off his nut. Quite likely, I admitted as we turned the jutting corner of the building and came under shelter by the ticket office. But keep a close watch. The other four retainers were in the passageway, and I called to the ticket cellar for the tickets to Livermore. By the price I decided that Livermore must be somewhere within fifty miles, and marshalling my troop about the boy, marched into the waiting-room, passed the doorkeeper, threw the sheds, and on to the ferry-boat. I saw no signs of the enemy and breathed freer as the last belated passenger leaped aboard, the folding gang-plank was raised, and the steamer, with the prolonged blast of the whistle, slid out into the yellow-green waters of the bay. The morning had dawned pleasant, but the sky was now becoming overcast. The wind came fresh and strong from the south. The white-capped waves were beginning to toss and fret the shallow waters, and the air gave promise of storm. We could see men busy making all things snug on the vessels that swung uneasily to their anchors in the harbor, and tugs were rushing about, puffing noisily over nothing, or here and there towing some vessel to a better position to meet the rising gale. The panorama of the bay, with the smoke-laden city, grim and dark behind, the forest of masts lining its shore, the yellow-green waters dotted here and there with ships tossing sharply above the white-capped waves that chased each other toward the north, the cloud squadrons flying up in scattered array from the south, and the Alameda Hills lying somber and dark under the gray canopy of the eastern sky in front, had a charm that took my mind for the time from the mysterious enterprise that lay before me. Keep together, boys, I cautioned my retainers as I recalled the situation. Has anyone seen signs of the other gang? There was a general murmur in the negative. Well, Abrams, will you slip around and see if any of them got aboard? There is no such thing as being comfortable until we are sure. In the hurry and excitement of preparation and departure, the orders I had given and received and the work that filled every moment, I had been conscious of the uneasy burden of a task forgotten. I had surely neglected something. Yet for my life I could not see that we lacked anything. I had my seven retainers, the boy was safe with us, I had my purse, we were well armed, and every man had his ticket to Livermore. But at last the cause of my troubles came to my mind. Great Scott, I thought, it's Dodridge Knapp. That little engagement in the stock market is casting its shadow before. It seemed likely indeed that the demands of my warring employers would clash here as well as in the conflict over the boy. Yet with all the vengeful feeling that filled my heart as I looked on the child and called up the memory of my murdered friend, I could but feel a pang of regret at the prospect that Dodridge Knapp's fortune should be placed in hazard through any unfaithfulness of mine. He had trusted me with his plans and his money. And the haunting thought that his fortune was staked on the venture and that his ruin might follow, with the possible beggary of Luella and Mrs. Knapp, should I fail him at tomorrow's crisis, weighed on my spirits. My uncomfortable reflections were broken by the clanging engine-bells and the forward movement of the passengers as the steamboat passed into the slip at Long Wharf. Stand together, boys, I cautioned my men. Keep back of the crowd. Wainwright will take the boy, and the rest of you see that nobody gets near him. All right, said Wainwright, lifting the child in his arms. It will take a good man to get him away from me. Where's Abrams? I asked, noting that only six of my men were at hand. You sent him forward, said Lockhart. Not for all day. Well, he hasn't been seen since you told him to find out who's aboard. I was a little vexed at the seeming neglect of my retainer, and as we had come down the rear stairs to avoid the crowd, and marched through the driveway on the lower deck, I cast a glance into the bar-room, with the expectation of finding him engaged in the gentle art of fortifying his courage. But no sign of the missing man met my eye. It's no use to wait for him, I growled. But the next man that takes French leave had better look somewhere else for a job, for by the great horn-spoon he's no man of mine. We marched off the boat in the rear of the crowd, I, in no pleasant humor, and the men silent in reflection of my displeasure. And with some difficulty we found seats together in a forward coach. I arranged my men in three seats on one side of the car, and two on the other, wane-right taking the center of the three with the boy, guarded thus front and rear while I sat opposite and one seat behind, where I could observe any attempted interference, with Lockhart in front of me. I judged that anyone who tried to attack the position would have a lively five minutes on his hands. The train was the eastbound overland, and it seemed hours before the baggage was taken aboard and the signal given to start. I grew uneasy, but as my watch assured me that only ten minutes had passed when the engine gave the first gentle pull of the train, I suspected that I was losing the gift of patience. The train had not gathered headway before a man bent beside me, and Abram's voice spoke softly in my ear. There are two of them aboard. Yes, where did you find them? I asked. In the stoke-hole. I hid behind a bench till everyone had gone, and some crawl out. They bribed a fireman or deckhand or someone to keep them under cover. They got off the boat at the last minute, and I sneaked after them. And they're on the train? Yes, three cars back, next to the sleepers. Shall we check them overboard as soon as we get out of Oakland? Not unless we are attacked, I returned. Just sit down by the rear door and give the signal if they come this way. There'll be no trouble if they are only two. My precautions were not called to a test, and we reached Livermore at near-eleven o'clock, without further incident than a report from Abram's, that the spies of the enemy got off the train at every station and watched for our landing. Yet when we stood on the platform of the bare little station at Livermore, and saw the yellow cars crawling away on their eastward journey, we looked in vain for the men who had tracked us. Fooled by thunder, said Fitzhugh, with a laugh in which the others joined, they're off for Sacramento. They'll have to earn their money to find us there, said Abram's. The gray day had become grayer, and the wind blew fresh in our faces with the smell of rain heavy upon it as we sought the hotel. It was a bare country place, yet trees grew by the hotel and there were vines climbing about its side, and it looked as though we might be comfortable for a day, should we have to stay there so long. Plenty of room, said the landlord, rubbing his hands. Are there any letters here for Henry Wilton? I inquired, be thinking me that orders might have been sent me already. No, sir! Nor telegrams? Oh, Lord, no, sir! We don't have telegrams here unless somebody's dead. You may give me Mr. Wilton's mail if any comes, I said. The landlord led the way up the stairs and beguiled me by informing me what a fine house he had and how hard the times were. We wish a large room, you know, where we can be together, I said, and sleeping rooms adjoining. Here's just the place for you, said the landlord, taking the way to the end of the upper hall and throwing open a double door. This is the upstairs parlor, but I can let you have it. There's this large bedroom opening off it, the corner bedroom, sir, and this small one here at this side opens into the parlor and the hall. Perhaps you would like this other one, too. He seemed ready and anxious to rent us the whole house. This is enough for our comfort, I assured him. There'll be a fire here in a minute, said the landlord, regarding the miserable little stove with an eye of satisfaction that I attributed to its economical proportions. This is good enough, said Lockhart, looking about approvingly at the prim horse-hair furniture that gave an awesome dignity to the parlor. Beats our quarters below, all hollow, said Fitzhugh, and no need to have your gun where you can grab it when the first man says boo. Don't get that idea into your head, said I. Just be ready for anything that comes. We're not out of the woods yet by a long way. They've gone on to Sacramento, laughed Fitzhugh, and the others nodded in sympathy. Indeed, I said, how many of you could have missed seeing a party of nine get off at a waste station on this line? There was silence. If there's anyone here who thinks he would have missed us when he was set to look for us, just let him speak up. I continued with good-humored railery. I guess you're right, said Fitzhugh. They couldn't well have missed seeing us. Exactly. And they're not off for Sacramento, and not far from Livermore. Well, there are only two, said Lockhart. How long will it take to get a dozen more up here? I asked. There's a train to Niles about noon, said one of the men. They could get over from there in an hour or two more by hard-riding. The Los Angeles train comes through about dark, said another. I think, gentlemen, said I politely, that we'd best look out for our defenses. There's likely to be a stormy evening, I should judge. Well, growled Wayne, right, we can look out for ourselves as well as the next fellow. If there's bloody crowns going round, the other gang will get it, Cher, said Fitzhugh, and the men about me nodded. I was cheered to see that they needed nobody to do their fighting, however advisable it might be to do their thinking by deputy. Very good, I said. Now I'll just look about the town a bit. You may come with me, if you please, Fitzhugh. Yes, sir. And Abrams and Lockhart may go scouting, if they like. Abrams and Lockhart thought they would like. Better keep together, I continued. What's the earliest time anyone could get here? Two o'clock, if they drove over. I'll be around here by that time. You, Abrams, can look out for the road and see who comes into town. You, Abrams, can look out for the road and see who comes into town. All right, sir, said Abrams. There won't be anybody get in here without I catch sight of them. Lockhart nodded his assent to the boast, and after cautioning the men who were left behind, we sallied forth. The town was a straggling, not unpleasing country place. The business street was depressing with its stores closed and its saloons open. A few loafers hung about the doors of the dram shops, but the moist breath of the south wind, eddying about with its burden of dust and dead leaves, made indoors a more comfortable location, and through the blue haze of tobacco smoke we could see men gathered inside. Compared with the dens I had found about my lodgings in the city the saloons were orderly, but nevertheless they offended my New England sense of the fitness of things. In the city I had scarcely known that there was a Sunday, but here I was reminded and felt that something was amiss. In the resident streets I was better pleased. Man had done little, but nature was prodigal to make up for his omissions. The buildings were poor and flimsy. But in the middle of December the flowers bloomed, vines were green, bushes sent forth their leaves, and the beauty of the scene even under the leaden skies and rising gale made it a delight to the eye. Not much of a place, said Fitzhugh, looking disdainfully at the buildings. Hello, there's Dick Thatcher. How are you, Dick? It's a year of Sundays that I haven't seen you. This is a friend of mine, Thatcher. You needn't mention that you've seen us. And Fitzhugh stumbled painfully over the recollection that we were incognito and became silent in confusion. We needn't be strangers to Mr. Thatcher, I laugh. My name is Wilton. Of course you won't mention our business. Oh, no, Mr. Wilton, said Thatcher, impressed, and shifting the quid of tobacco in his lantern jaws. Of course not. And you needn't say anything of our being here at all, I continued. It might spoil the trade. Mom's the word, said Thatcher. I'll not let a soul know till you say, let her go. Oh, Lord, I hope the trade goes through. We want a lot more capital here. Mr. Thatcher began to scratch his head and to expectorate tobacco juice copiously. And I suspected he was wondering what the secret might be that he was not to betray. So I made haste to say, Is this table yours? Yes, sir, said Thatcher, eagerly. I've been running it nigh on two years now. Pretty good business, eh, Dick? said Fitzhugh, looking critically about. Nothing to brag on, said Thatcher, disparagingly. You don't make a fortune running a livery stable in these parts. Times are too hard. And then Mr. Thatcher unbent, and between periods of vigorous mastication at his cud, introduced us to his horses, and eagerly explained the advantages that his stable possessed over any other this side of Oakland. Very good, I said. We may want something in your line later. We can find you here at any time, I suppose. Oh, Lord, yes. I live here days and sleep here nights. But if you want to go to bed, you'll have to go to bed but if you want to take a look at the property before it gets a wedding, you'll have to be pretty spry. My suggestion of a trade had misled the worthy stableman into the impression that I was considering the purchase of real estate. I'll see about it, I said. There's a big rain coming on, sure, he said, warningly, as we turned back to the hotel. It was a little after one o'clock, but as we approached our quarters Lockhart came running toward me. What is it, I asked as he panted out of breath. There's a special train just come in, he said. An engine and one car. It's at the station now. So did any of our friends come on it? Abrams has gone down to find out. Come along, then, said I. We'll see what is to be seen. Don't! cried Fitzhugh, catching my arm. They might get you. Nonsense, said I, shaking off his grasp. Have your revolver ready and follow me. End of Chapter 22. Recording by Roger Maline