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-Title: In the Garden of the Gods
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-Author: William McLeod Raine
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-Release Date: January 14, 2022 [eBook #67165]
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-*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK IN THE GARDEN OF THE
-GODS ***
-
-
-                      In the Garden of the Gods
-
-                        By William McLeod Raine
-
-
-When one is in the Garden of the Gods one should be, I suppose, in
-Elysian humor. My mood, to the contrary, for private reasons of my
-own, was thunderous. I lay on my elbow among the kinni-kinic where I
-had flung myself down in the shade of a silver spruce. But the sun was
-higher now, and its rare, untempered beat was on me. Naturally I used
-the shifting orb as a text on the futility of life. What was the use
-of arranging things comfortably when they always disarranged
-themselves as promptly as possible? Now, there was Katherine—
-
-The sound of a revolver cracked into my sombre discontent. Hard on its
-echoes came the slap of running feet, and, as I guessed, the swish of
-petticoats. A raucous command to stop brought me to my feet instantly.
-It also brought the runner to a halt just out of my sight beyond the
-shoulder of the hill.
-
-“I dare you to touch me,” panted a high-pitched voice that struck in
-me a bell of recognition.
-
-“I’m not going to hurt you,” replied he of the hoarse bellow,
-soothingly. “You know that mighty well.”
-
-“If you put a finger on me I’ll cry for help.”
-
-“There wouldn’t anybody hear, Miss,” replied the heavy bass.
-
-“You—you coward!” Her voice was like a whip.
-
-“Oh, you can call me anything you like but you got to go along with
-me, Miss,” he said sullenly.
-
-“I’ll not go a step.”
-
-“I reckon you got to go, lady.”
-
-“May I go, too?” My contribution to the conversation came from the
-knoll just above them.
-
-[Illustration: “My contribution to the conversation came from just
-above them.”]
-
-They whirled as at the press of a button. The man was a huge hulking
-fellow in corduroys, but he did not look the villain by a long shot.
-Indeed, his guileless face, lit with amazement at my words, begged to
-offer a guarantee of honesty. Here certainly was no finished
-desperado. The first glimpse of him relieved my mind. We were in no
-personal danger at least.
-
-“Who in time are you?” he wanted to know.
-
-“Tavis Q. Damron, at your service. And you—since introductions are
-going?”
-
-The young woman—she was a Miss Katherine Gray, stopping at the same
-hotel as I at Manitou—promptly took the opportunity to slip behind my
-back. For me, I was in a glow of triumph. It had not been twenty-four
-hours since Miss Gray had informed me that she meant never to speak
-again to me. And already the favoring gods had brought her to me on
-the run. In my relation I felt myself a match for a score of lowering
-countrymen.
-
-“He shot at me,” she cried over my shoulder.
-
-“It went off accidentally,” protested the man.
-
-“I don’t care. He shot.”
-
-“He’ll not do it again,” I promised, complacently.
-
-My unlucky triumph must have crept into my voice. I felt her appraise
-with deliberate eye my sixty-six scant inches. Nothing “hips” me more
-than an inference that I am short. To be sure, I am not a giant
-physically. Neither was Napoleon.
-
-“I’m sorry not to meet with your approbation,” I said huffily.
-
-“Oh, I did not say that. It would be unjust. You can’t help being
-little,” she was pleased to say, and I swear I heard the chuckle in
-her voice.
-
-“Any more than you can help being offensive when you are in the
-humor.”
-
-“Don’t take it so to heart. You may grow yet. You are very young, you
-know.”
-
-“Perhaps I am _de trop_. Very likely you were looking for somebody
-else when you came galloping down the hill,” I said sulkily.
-
-“I was looking for a man.” Her casual eye swept the valley. Tavis Q.
-Damron really did not appear to be on the map.
-
-“I am certain you will not have to look long,” I assured her with
-excessive politeness.
-
-“Thank you.” She glanced scornfully at me. “I suppose you mean that
-for a compliment? I think it impertinent, if you want to know.”
-
-It was odd how we had almost forgotten the presence of our friend in
-corduroys; yet not so strange either, for he looked the picture of
-awkward indecision, much more the detected schoolboy than the “bad
-man” bandit. His fat, red hand, wandering restlessly about, included
-us in its orbit.
-
-“I say, my man! Put up that gun! You make me nervous,” I barked.
-
-“It might go off again accidentally,” suggested Miss Gray derisively.
-“We can’t risk Mr. Damron’s fainting. I suppose you have no
-restoratives with you, Mr. Corduroy?”
-
-There came a shout from the cliff five hundred feet above. A man
-standing on the edge was beckoning to us.
-
-“Somebody appears to want us to come and to share his beautiful view,”
-I said.
-
-Corduroy’s indecision came to an end. “I guess we better be going
-back, Miss.”
-
-“I thought I understood her to say she did not care to go back,” I
-said, eyeing him steadily.
-
-Corduroy shifted uneasily. “She hadn’t any call to run away. Her
-father’s up there.”
-
-“He’s a prisoner,” explained Miss Gray.
-
-I gasped. “A prisoner?”
-
-“Yes. Mr. Halloway is keeping him on that cliff and won’t let him
-leave,” she said, quite calmly.
-
-“Halloway! Bob Halloway?”
-
-She nodded defiantly. “Yes, Bob Halloway.”
-
-“But—why, the thing is impossible.”
-
-“Isn’t it ridiculous?” She gave a sudden charming smile. “I didn’t
-know the West was so delightfully primitive.”
-
-“Surely one can’t hold up a copper king in that primeval fashion. It
-has to be done on Wall street.” Reflecting on Simon Gray’s probable
-reflections, I smiled. Immediately I regretted my indiscretion. The
-study of Miss Gray’s moods was a continual education. They were
-teaching me just now that she might laugh at that which I might not.
-
-“Isn’t it humorous?” said Miss Gray, a little too sweetly. “Don’t let
-me curb your gayety. He’s only my father.”
-
-Instantly I switched the indecorous mirth from my face. “I don’t see
-how he dares,” I murmured, to bridge the pause.
-
-“Dares! I thought you knew Bob Halloway better,” she said scornfully.
-“He dares anything.”
-
-I did know him better. He would stick at nothing. Whatever else his
-smiling insolence covered, it did not hide any lack of courage to back
-his recklessness. He was the type of man that women find fascinating,
-especially women of the high-spirited, chivalrous order. You know the
-sort of scamp I mean—the kind whose dark, unscrupulous eyes and
-devil-may-care fearlessness draw the poor moths to the singeing flame.
-And though for his unworthiness his father two years before had
-shipped him to a ranch in Colorado and cut him adrift, my resurrected
-suspicions painted him a rival still to be feared. Katherine had liked
-him then; she liked him now. I knew it from the moment when the
-picturesque vagabond galloped up to our hotel two days before and
-offered her his strong brown hand and candid smile.
-
-I meditated. “Of course it is a holdup of some sort. He isn’t doing it
-for fun. What does he want?”
-
-Looking up, I happened to catch Katherine Gray’s eyes. They were
-blushing.
-
-“Oh!” I exclaimed understandingly.
-
-“Nothing of the kind! Don’t be silly, Tavis,” she told me sharply.
-
-“Then I’m hanged if I _can_ understand. I seem to be playing blind
-euchre with my eyes shut. First one finds Miss Katherine Gray,
-daughter and sole heir to Simon Gray, the Copper King, scudding over
-the mountains with Mr. Corduroy’s revolver barking at her.”
-
-“I told you it was accidental,” growled the bass voice. “I couldn’t
-catch her, so I took out my gun to frighten her into stopping.”
-
-“Then one hears that the Copper King himself is viewing scenery he
-does not enjoy, under enforced restraint at the hands of a young man
-who used to lead cotillions with his daughter before he fell into evil
-ways. You know I told you he was a scamp.”
-
-“Don’t be a parrot, Mr. Damron,” Katherine snapped. “I told _you_
-yesterday that I wasn’t interested in your opinion of Mr. Halloway.
-You so often forget that you are not my chaperon.”
-
-“Of course I don’t want to rub it in, but if you had listened to——”
-
-“——Grandmother Damron. Well, I didn’t—and I’m not going to.” Miss
-Gray’s chin was in the air. She wheeled and began to climb the
-hillside.
-
-“Where are you going?” I asked.
-
-She can be very deaf on occasion.
-
-“Oh, up the hill,” she flung over her shoulder in answer to my
-question repeated.
-
-“But you said you weren’t going back.”
-
-“Can’t I change my mind, Grandmother?”
-
-“You don’t need to be rude,” I said sulking.
-
-I toiled in her wake, and Corduroy in mine. The pace she set soon had
-us puffing. Miss Gray is one of those young women who do outdoor
-things better than most men. She never fainted in her life, and nerves
-are a fairy tale to her. It always ruffles my temper and my vanity to
-do a twosome with her at golf.
-
-“Hello, you people! Just in time for lunch. Glad to see you, Damron,”
-sang out Halloway cheerily as we emerged from the aspens into view at
-the rear of the cliff.
-
-A most appealing luncheon was set forth on the white table cloth
-spread on a camp table among the boulders. Halloway, in his shirt
-sleeves, was making coffee, opening cans of deviled ham, unpacking a
-box of fried chicken, and otherwise endeavoring to be several places
-at once. He fell immediately to issuing orders.
-
-“Bring that box of ice with the bottles in it from the wagon, John. I
-say, Damron, do you know how to broil bacon? Well, you’ll never learn
-younger. Shake those coals down and set to work, my son. And don’t let
-the coffee boil over.” His enthusiasm was contagious. I found myself
-obeying him mechanically. “You might unpack the sandwiches, Kate.
-We’re going to have the jolliest little lunch you ever saw. I suspect
-you are hungry. Scudding over these hills is great for the appetite.
-By the way, you made a fine run of it.” He was so genial and friendly
-to her that one could hardly believe he knew that his confederate had
-just brought her back under the menace of his revolver.
-
-Miss Gray probably thought his assurance was akin to cheek. At any
-rate she gave him the full benefit of her un-willowy five foot seven.
-He met with smiling admiration her level indignant eyes; and indeed
-the girl’s long curves, her frank good looks, her flashing sunburnt
-beauty, had led captive many a man’s fancy. Turning on her heel, she
-joined her father. Simon Gray, multimillionaire, was seated morosely
-on a rock, frowning down into the Garden of the Gods with blazing
-eyes. Far below a dozen dwarfed carriages might be seen wheeling along
-the red ribbon of road, and many burros with tourists on their backs
-crawled like ants among the rocks, but for all practical purposes the
-grim-eyed captain of industry was as much a prisoner as if the gates
-of a jail had closed on him.
-
-His dignity was too precious to be risked in a futile attempt to
-escape from the long-legged powerful young athlete. Possibly it was
-because I was so interested in the situation that I burnt the bacon to
-a crisp. Miss Grey, with one of her sudden changes of humor, drove me
-from the fire and broiled the bacon herself. The truth is that despite
-her frowns the girl was enjoying herself hugely. The excitement of a
-new experience filliped through her blood.
-
-I joined Mr. Gray and we conversed in whispers. He explained to me the
-absolute necessity of his being in Denver that afternoon to attend an
-important meeting of the Copper Consolidated Corporation. It was the
-day of the biennial election of officers. He had bought Consolidated
-stock sufficient to win the control from the present management, but
-without his presence or his proxies the old management would still be
-able to carry the election and reinstate itself. James Halloway was
-president of the Consolidated, and the two men had been fighting for
-control more years than one.
-
-“Last call for dinner in the dining car,” sang out Halloway, and
-notwithstanding our lack of harmony the sharp air of the Rockies had
-made us hungry enough to sink, for the moment, at least, all
-differences. Halloway, easy, alert, and masterful, dispensed
-refreshments with debonair hospitality to his unwilling guests.
-
-“Finest bacon I ever ate. It would be a pleasure to have you for a
-housekeeper, Miss Gray,” our host tossed out audaciously.
-
-“You are such a good provider, Mr. Halloway, that I am sure it would
-be a pleasure to be your housekeeper,” returned Miss Gray demurely.
-
-“And if I neglected my duties you could always send your man out to
-shoot at me.”
-
-[Illustration: “And if I neglected my duties you could always send a
-man out to shoot me.”]
-
-“Ah! That only shows my solicitude to detain you. One couldn’t bear
-the idea of having you leave our party, and yet one couldn’t in common
-politeness desert Mr. Gray to follow you. It remained only to send a
-message via John requesting you to return.”
-
-“Well, he delivered it,” the girl said, dimpling reminiscently.
-
-Halloway smiled. “I’m afraid John is a little abrupt sometimes.”
-
-Her eyes mocked him boldly. “In your profession of highwayman,
-abruptness, one would think, might sometimes be essential.”
-
-“It was cruel of you to desert us without warning,” he said, ignoring
-her irony.
-
-“I went to get help.”
-
-“That was good of you, but we did not really need it,” he returned,
-misunderstanding her promptly. “Though of course we are very glad to
-have Damron with us.”
-
-“I suppose you know that it will be a criminal offense to keep Mr.
-Gray here till night as you threaten. You invited him here to a
-picnic. You have no right to detain him a moment longer than he
-desires. Your outrageous course is very much against the law, Mr.
-Halloway,” I said stiffly.
-
-He looked politely interested. “Is it? No, I didn’t know just how
-illegal it was. Of course I guessed I was skating on thin ice, but the
-truth is that I didn’t get legal advice. That shows the advantage of
-having a lawyer along when one goes buccaneering. How much could they
-give me, Damron?”
-
-“You’ll not think it so much of a joke when you are behind the bars.”
-
-“No, I daresay not. I expect I would better enjoy it while I have the
-opportunity. Try one of these peaches, Miss Gray.” He leaned against a
-rock and smoked the placid post-prandial cigar of him whose soul is at
-peace. I, too, had lit up, but my mind was far from equable. I was
-possessed by the vision of a headlong generous girl under the
-fascination of this charming young vagabond. Yet I confess that for
-myself I admired as much as I disliked his dare-devil indifference to
-consequences, though for the life of me I could not guess what his
-game was or how it could advantage him to detain the Copper King on
-this mountain top against his will.
-
-He expounded his easy philosophy with airy candor. “After all, laws
-are made for man, not man for the laws. Mr. Gray is a capitalist, and
-he can tell you that laws are to be obeyed with discretion. There
-would not be any use in having them if somebody did not break them
-occasionally. Well, this is my day off. I’m playing ping-pong with the
-statutes of Colorado”
-
-“But why?” I demanded. “What good does it do you?”
-
-“Oh come, Damron! Mayn’t I have a secret or two of my own? I don’t
-suppose you ever explained publicly just why you happen to be spending
-your vacation in Colorado instead of Timbuctoo.”
-
-I fear I blushed. Glancing covertly at my reason, I found it the
-fairest under the sun, but too present to admit of discussion.
-
-Suddenly Simon Gray cut crisply into the talk for the first time.
-
-“Of course I understand why you are holding me here, Halloway. You are
-working under instructions from your father to keep me until after the
-election this afternoon. But the thing is too barefaced. It won’t hold
-in law. It’s a conspiracy.”
-
-Halloway’s masterful eves looked straight at him.
-
-“I have not seen or heard from my father in two years, Mr. Gray. He
-does not have anything to do with his scalawag son. You do not need to
-look beyond me to place the responsibility for this. But you’re right
-in one thing. I intend that you shall not reach Denver in time for the
-Copper Consolidated meeting.”
-
-They were both dominant men, and their eyes met like the flash of
-steel.
-
-“No? Why not?” asked Gray quietly, his lids narrowing to long watchful
-slits.
-
-“Because you are going there to take what doesn’t belong to you—to
-vote away from my father and his associates the control of a business
-which they have given twenty years of their lives to build. Theirs is
-a legitimate business enterprise. They developed and extended it
-gradually. It grew to be a big thing. Then you took a fancy for
-copper. You——”
-
-“You don’t know what you are talking about young man. I am going there
-to take what the law allows me—what I have bought and paid for in the
-open market,” broke in Gray harshly.
-
-“Yes, the law allows it to you, and it doesn’t allow me to interfere.
-That is where the law is defective. It is true, too, that you have
-manipulated the market in such a way as to get temporary control of a
-majority of the stock. But that does not affect the fact that my
-father and his friends have the moral right to direct the affairs of
-the Consolidated. Their whole life is bound up in it. You are
-interested simply for speculative purposes. They have earned the right
-to direct its affairs. You haven’t.”
-
-“Such talk is sheer folly. You do not understand finance, sir. You
-have been living outside of the currents of business. The matter is a
-plain business one, not an ethical or sentimental affair at all.”
-
-Halloway’s daring eyes swept whimsically across the table and rested
-momentarily on Katherine. “I am trying to keep it on a business basis
-so that sentiment may not interfere, sir.”
-
-Then Katherine spoke with silken cruelty. “You have a very flattering
-opinion of my father, Mr. Halloway. It makes his daughter proud to
-know that one of such notable achievement thinks so highly of him.”
-
-Halloway bowed, a sardonic smile on his good-looking face. “I can
-hardly expect my course to commend itself to Miss Gray,” he said
-simply.
-
-Miss Katherine’s dark flashing eyes showed their anger at the
-presumption of this lawless, high-handed youth. She had, in company
-with many charming women, a capacity for injustice, but she had, too,
-a quick instinctive appreciation for fine points of character. Her
-feelings were outraged that this young man, who had once wanted to
-marry her and who still held much fascination for her, had taken
-advantage of his position as host to overreach her father. But she was
-very much a creature of moods, and I knew her well enough to fear the
-revulsion which would follow when she began to take into account his
-motive—loyalty to a father who had disowned him. And I was certain
-that even now there was running through her rage an admiration of his
-audacity that would remain when the anger had evaporated.
-
-Just now, however, she treated his remarks in very cavalier fashion.
-The burden of such conversation as there was rested on Halloway. It
-consisted for the most part in genially ironical remarks on the charms
-of an outdoor life. Katherine was aloofly viewing the scenery with
-occasional side-shot glances at the offending youth; I watched events
-in a moody silence, and Corduroy still discussed his dinner some fifty
-yards from us. As for Simon Gray, he sat in a brown study, his eyes
-fixed intently on a syphon he did not see. I wondered what plan was
-filtering into that alert, fertile brain of his.
-
-I was soon to learn. Halloway carried over to Corduroy a bottle of
-ale, and in his absence the Copper King found chance to enlist his
-daughter in the scheme. Presently Miss Katherine strolled leisurely
-toward the cluster of great brown rocks which cropped out near the
-edge of the bluff. She carried a magazine with her.
-
-“You’re not going to run away again, Kate,” Halloway called after her.
-
-She shook her head.
-
-“Word of honor?”
-
-“Word of honor,” she called gaily back to him. “But if you doubt——”
-
-[Illustration: “Word of honor,” she called gaily back to him.]
-
-Her smile was an invitation. Halloway did not accept it at once, but,
-plainly eager to be off, stuck to the magnate for a long ten minutes.
-Then, “Hang duty!” he said, and with a word of caution to his
-accomplice, he disappeared after her behind the rocks. His long shadow
-had scarcely trailed out of view before old Gray and a flask of old
-Scotch were laying siege to Corduroy. The task of sapping his loyalty
-was no easy one. It took thirty minutes of argument—of threats,
-cajolery, promises, interspersed with frequent internal applications
-of the contents of the flask—to win him over. There were times when I
-despaired of hooking our shy fish, and even after he had swallowed the
-bait he fought against being landed. Every moment I expected to see
-Halloway’s impudent curly head rising over the brow of the hill. I was
-as nervous as a youngster awaiting a caning, but they don’t make them
-more cool and game than old Gray was. Our joint pocket books happened
-to carry five hundred twentv-five dollars, and it took all we had
-except some silver change to buy a release. But in the end I had the
-satisfaction of seeing the rotund millionaire and Corduroy legging it
-down the hill toward Manitou. I am not going to pretend that I have
-often spent as bad a quarter of an hour as the one which followed,
-during which I saw their figures lessen in the distance. It was not
-until they had reached the red thread of the valley road that I
-breathed freely. I was ready now for the villain to reenter, and, as
-if pat to his cue, the alluring vagabond I had cast for the part
-sauntered into view. He was very much engrossed with his companion,
-and—I noticed it with a pang of envy—she with him. Both of them seemed
-always to radiate health and vitality, but my jaundiced eyes found
-about them now a scarce decently subdued sparkle of exhilaration. They
-were in a world primeval and everybody else forgotten. There have been
-times when I have trod air and breathed champagne myself, but that did
-not make me any less sulky now. I resented to the bottom of my soul
-their Eden from which I was excluded.
-
-[Illustration: “In a world primeval.”]
-
-They were almost on me before they wakened to things mundane.
-
-“Hello, Damron!” Halloway looked over the plateau and brought his eyes
-back to me. “Where’s Mr. Gray?” Katherine started and looked guilty. I
-verily believe that till this moment the minx had forgotten she was in
-a conspiracy to worst him.
-
-I pointed to the disappearing specks. “On his way to a telegraph
-office. He is going to have the Consolidated election postponed till
-to-morrow,” I said with malicious triumph.
-
-“What did you do with John?”
-
-“Bought him. You should have stayed here. If you want a thing well
-done, you know!”
-
-“Oh! You seem to have been quite active.” He looked long at the
-figures through a pair of field glasses. “Why didn’t you go along?” he
-asked presently.
-
-“I thought I would stay and break the news of our little surprise to
-you,” I said tartly.
-
-He turned his genial, impudent smile on me. “That was good of you,
-Damron. You deserve something for that.” His eyes met Katherine’s for
-an instant. She nodded, blushing. He tucked her arm under his, and
-they beamed down on me. “We have a little surprise, too. Miss Gray and
-I are engaged to be married. We arranged it while you were buying my
-partner in crime.”
-
-I offered my congratulations with a wooden face.
-
-Katherine has always been able to twist her father round that supple
-little finger of hers. It did not surprise me at all to read in the
-papers two days later that an adjustment of the affairs of the C. C.
-C. had been made satisfactory to the warring factions and that by this
-arrangement President Halloway was allowed to retain his position and
-continue his policy. The breach between Bob Halloway and his father
-was immediately healed. Friends industriously circulated the
-information that the difference had been due merely to the clashing of
-two proud natures which did not understand each other. They point to
-the fact that since his marriage Bob has been in every way equal to
-the business responsibilities of his important position in the
-Consolidated. One understands that he has now entirely sown his wild
-oats. He reaps golden opinions everywhere.
-
-I don’t join in the general chorus much myself—but I’m hanged if I can
-hate him as much as I would like.
-
-
-[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the September 1905 issue of
-The Red Book Magazine.]
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+
+                      In the Garden of the Gods
+
+                        By William McLeod Raine
+
+
+When one is in the Garden of the Gods one should be, I suppose, in
+Elysian humor. My mood, to the contrary, for private reasons of my
+own, was thunderous. I lay on my elbow among the kinni-kinic where I
+had flung myself down in the shade of a silver spruce. But the sun was
+higher now, and its rare, untempered beat was on me. Naturally I used
+the shifting orb as a text on the futility of life. What was the use
+of arranging things comfortably when they always disarranged
+themselves as promptly as possible? Now, there was Katherine—
+
+The sound of a revolver cracked into my sombre discontent. Hard on its
+echoes came the slap of running feet, and, as I guessed, the swish of
+petticoats. A raucous command to stop brought me to my feet instantly.
+It also brought the runner to a halt just out of my sight beyond the
+shoulder of the hill.
+
+“I dare you to touch me,” panted a high-pitched voice that struck in
+me a bell of recognition.
+
+“I’m not going to hurt you,” replied he of the hoarse bellow,
+soothingly. “You know that mighty well.”
+
+“If you put a finger on me I’ll cry for help.”
+
+“There wouldn’t anybody hear, Miss,” replied the heavy bass.
+
+“You—you coward!” Her voice was like a whip.
+
+“Oh, you can call me anything you like but you got to go along with
+me, Miss,” he said sullenly.
+
+“I’ll not go a step.”
+
+“I reckon you got to go, lady.”
+
+“May I go, too?” My contribution to the conversation came from the
+knoll just above them.
+
+[Illustration: “My contribution to the conversation came from just
+above them.”]
+
+They whirled as at the press of a button. The man was a huge hulking
+fellow in corduroys, but he did not look the villain by a long shot.
+Indeed, his guileless face, lit with amazement at my words, begged to
+offer a guarantee of honesty. Here certainly was no finished
+desperado. The first glimpse of him relieved my mind. We were in no
+personal danger at least.
+
+“Who in time are you?” he wanted to know.
+
+“Tavis Q. Damron, at your service. And you—since introductions are
+going?”
+
+The young woman—she was a Miss Katherine Gray, stopping at the same
+hotel as I at Manitou—promptly took the opportunity to slip behind my
+back. For me, I was in a glow of triumph. It had not been twenty-four
+hours since Miss Gray had informed me that she meant never to speak
+again to me. And already the favoring gods had brought her to me on
+the run. In my relation I felt myself a match for a score of lowering
+countrymen.
+
+“He shot at me,” she cried over my shoulder.
+
+“It went off accidentally,” protested the man.
+
+“I don’t care. He shot.”
+
+“He’ll not do it again,” I promised, complacently.
+
+My unlucky triumph must have crept into my voice. I felt her appraise
+with deliberate eye my sixty-six scant inches. Nothing “hips” me more
+than an inference that I am short. To be sure, I am not a giant
+physically. Neither was Napoleon.
+
+“I’m sorry not to meet with your approbation,” I said huffily.
+
+“Oh, I did not say that. It would be unjust. You can’t help being
+little,” she was pleased to say, and I swear I heard the chuckle in
+her voice.
+
+“Any more than you can help being offensive when you are in the
+humor.”
+
+“Don’t take it so to heart. You may grow yet. You are very young, you
+know.”
+
+“Perhaps I am _de trop_. Very likely you were looking for somebody
+else when you came galloping down the hill,” I said sulkily.
+
+“I was looking for a man.” Her casual eye swept the valley. Tavis Q.
+Damron really did not appear to be on the map.
+
+“I am certain you will not have to look long,” I assured her with
+excessive politeness.
+
+“Thank you.” She glanced scornfully at me. “I suppose you mean that
+for a compliment? I think it impertinent, if you want to know.”
+
+It was odd how we had almost forgotten the presence of our friend in
+corduroys; yet not so strange either, for he looked the picture of
+awkward indecision, much more the detected schoolboy than the “bad
+man” bandit. His fat, red hand, wandering restlessly about, included
+us in its orbit.
+
+“I say, my man! Put up that gun! You make me nervous,” I barked.
+
+“It might go off again accidentally,” suggested Miss Gray derisively.
+“We can’t risk Mr. Damron’s fainting. I suppose you have no
+restoratives with you, Mr. Corduroy?”
+
+There came a shout from the cliff five hundred feet above. A man
+standing on the edge was beckoning to us.
+
+“Somebody appears to want us to come and to share his beautiful view,”
+I said.
+
+Corduroy’s indecision came to an end. “I guess we better be going
+back, Miss.”
+
+“I thought I understood her to say she did not care to go back,” I
+said, eyeing him steadily.
+
+Corduroy shifted uneasily. “She hadn’t any call to run away. Her
+father’s up there.”
+
+“He’s a prisoner,” explained Miss Gray.
+
+I gasped. “A prisoner?”
+
+“Yes. Mr. Halloway is keeping him on that cliff and won’t let him
+leave,” she said, quite calmly.
+
+“Halloway! Bob Halloway?”
+
+She nodded defiantly. “Yes, Bob Halloway.”
+
+“But—why, the thing is impossible.”
+
+“Isn’t it ridiculous?” She gave a sudden charming smile. “I didn’t
+know the West was so delightfully primitive.”
+
+“Surely one can’t hold up a copper king in that primeval fashion. It
+has to be done on Wall street.” Reflecting on Simon Gray’s probable
+reflections, I smiled. Immediately I regretted my indiscretion. The
+study of Miss Gray’s moods was a continual education. They were
+teaching me just now that she might laugh at that which I might not.
+
+“Isn’t it humorous?” said Miss Gray, a little too sweetly. “Don’t let
+me curb your gayety. He’s only my father.”
+
+Instantly I switched the indecorous mirth from my face. “I don’t see
+how he dares,” I murmured, to bridge the pause.
+
+“Dares! I thought you knew Bob Halloway better,” she said scornfully.
+“He dares anything.”
+
+I did know him better. He would stick at nothing. Whatever else his
+smiling insolence covered, it did not hide any lack of courage to back
+his recklessness. He was the type of man that women find fascinating,
+especially women of the high-spirited, chivalrous order. You know the
+sort of scamp I mean—the kind whose dark, unscrupulous eyes and
+devil-may-care fearlessness draw the poor moths to the singeing flame.
+And though for his unworthiness his father two years before had
+shipped him to a ranch in Colorado and cut him adrift, my resurrected
+suspicions painted him a rival still to be feared. Katherine had liked
+him then; she liked him now. I knew it from the moment when the
+picturesque vagabond galloped up to our hotel two days before and
+offered her his strong brown hand and candid smile.
+
+I meditated. “Of course it is a holdup of some sort. He isn’t doing it
+for fun. What does he want?”
+
+Looking up, I happened to catch Katherine Gray’s eyes. They were
+blushing.
+
+“Oh!” I exclaimed understandingly.
+
+“Nothing of the kind! Don’t be silly, Tavis,” she told me sharply.
+
+“Then I’m hanged if I _can_ understand. I seem to be playing blind
+euchre with my eyes shut. First one finds Miss Katherine Gray,
+daughter and sole heir to Simon Gray, the Copper King, scudding over
+the mountains with Mr. Corduroy’s revolver barking at her.”
+
+“I told you it was accidental,” growled the bass voice. “I couldn’t
+catch her, so I took out my gun to frighten her into stopping.”
+
+“Then one hears that the Copper King himself is viewing scenery he
+does not enjoy, under enforced restraint at the hands of a young man
+who used to lead cotillions with his daughter before he fell into evil
+ways. You know I told you he was a scamp.”
+
+“Don’t be a parrot, Mr. Damron,” Katherine snapped. “I told _you_
+yesterday that I wasn’t interested in your opinion of Mr. Halloway.
+You so often forget that you are not my chaperon.”
+
+“Of course I don’t want to rub it in, but if you had listened to——”
+
+“——Grandmother Damron. Well, I didn’t—and I’m not going to.” Miss
+Gray’s chin was in the air. She wheeled and began to climb the
+hillside.
+
+“Where are you going?” I asked.
+
+She can be very deaf on occasion.
+
+“Oh, up the hill,” she flung over her shoulder in answer to my
+question repeated.
+
+“But you said you weren’t going back.”
+
+“Can’t I change my mind, Grandmother?”
+
+“You don’t need to be rude,” I said sulking.
+
+I toiled in her wake, and Corduroy in mine. The pace she set soon had
+us puffing. Miss Gray is one of those young women who do outdoor
+things better than most men. She never fainted in her life, and nerves
+are a fairy tale to her. It always ruffles my temper and my vanity to
+do a twosome with her at golf.
+
+“Hello, you people! Just in time for lunch. Glad to see you, Damron,”
+sang out Halloway cheerily as we emerged from the aspens into view at
+the rear of the cliff.
+
+A most appealing luncheon was set forth on the white table cloth
+spread on a camp table among the boulders. Halloway, in his shirt
+sleeves, was making coffee, opening cans of deviled ham, unpacking a
+box of fried chicken, and otherwise endeavoring to be several places
+at once. He fell immediately to issuing orders.
+
+“Bring that box of ice with the bottles in it from the wagon, John. I
+say, Damron, do you know how to broil bacon? Well, you’ll never learn
+younger. Shake those coals down and set to work, my son. And don’t let
+the coffee boil over.” His enthusiasm was contagious. I found myself
+obeying him mechanically. “You might unpack the sandwiches, Kate.
+We’re going to have the jolliest little lunch you ever saw. I suspect
+you are hungry. Scudding over these hills is great for the appetite.
+By the way, you made a fine run of it.” He was so genial and friendly
+to her that one could hardly believe he knew that his confederate had
+just brought her back under the menace of his revolver.
+
+Miss Gray probably thought his assurance was akin to cheek. At any
+rate she gave him the full benefit of her un-willowy five foot seven.
+He met with smiling admiration her level indignant eyes; and indeed
+the girl’s long curves, her frank good looks, her flashing sunburnt
+beauty, had led captive many a man’s fancy. Turning on her heel, she
+joined her father. Simon Gray, multimillionaire, was seated morosely
+on a rock, frowning down into the Garden of the Gods with blazing
+eyes. Far below a dozen dwarfed carriages might be seen wheeling along
+the red ribbon of road, and many burros with tourists on their backs
+crawled like ants among the rocks, but for all practical purposes the
+grim-eyed captain of industry was as much a prisoner as if the gates
+of a jail had closed on him.
+
+His dignity was too precious to be risked in a futile attempt to
+escape from the long-legged powerful young athlete. Possibly it was
+because I was so interested in the situation that I burnt the bacon to
+a crisp. Miss Grey, with one of her sudden changes of humor, drove me
+from the fire and broiled the bacon herself. The truth is that despite
+her frowns the girl was enjoying herself hugely. The excitement of a
+new experience filliped through her blood.
+
+I joined Mr. Gray and we conversed in whispers. He explained to me the
+absolute necessity of his being in Denver that afternoon to attend an
+important meeting of the Copper Consolidated Corporation. It was the
+day of the biennial election of officers. He had bought Consolidated
+stock sufficient to win the control from the present management, but
+without his presence or his proxies the old management would still be
+able to carry the election and reinstate itself. James Halloway was
+president of the Consolidated, and the two men had been fighting for
+control more years than one.
+
+“Last call for dinner in the dining car,” sang out Halloway, and
+notwithstanding our lack of harmony the sharp air of the Rockies had
+made us hungry enough to sink, for the moment, at least, all
+differences. Halloway, easy, alert, and masterful, dispensed
+refreshments with debonair hospitality to his unwilling guests.
+
+“Finest bacon I ever ate. It would be a pleasure to have you for a
+housekeeper, Miss Gray,” our host tossed out audaciously.
+
+“You are such a good provider, Mr. Halloway, that I am sure it would
+be a pleasure to be your housekeeper,” returned Miss Gray demurely.
+
+“And if I neglected my duties you could always send your man out to
+shoot at me.”
+
+[Illustration: “And if I neglected my duties you could always send a
+man out to shoot me.”]
+
+“Ah! That only shows my solicitude to detain you. One couldn’t bear
+the idea of having you leave our party, and yet one couldn’t in common
+politeness desert Mr. Gray to follow you. It remained only to send a
+message via John requesting you to return.”
+
+“Well, he delivered it,” the girl said, dimpling reminiscently.
+
+Halloway smiled. “I’m afraid John is a little abrupt sometimes.”
+
+Her eyes mocked him boldly. “In your profession of highwayman,
+abruptness, one would think, might sometimes be essential.”
+
+“It was cruel of you to desert us without warning,” he said, ignoring
+her irony.
+
+“I went to get help.”
+
+“That was good of you, but we did not really need it,” he returned,
+misunderstanding her promptly. “Though of course we are very glad to
+have Damron with us.”
+
+“I suppose you know that it will be a criminal offense to keep Mr.
+Gray here till night as you threaten. You invited him here to a
+picnic. You have no right to detain him a moment longer than he
+desires. Your outrageous course is very much against the law, Mr.
+Halloway,” I said stiffly.
+
+He looked politely interested. “Is it? No, I didn’t know just how
+illegal it was. Of course I guessed I was skating on thin ice, but the
+truth is that I didn’t get legal advice. That shows the advantage of
+having a lawyer along when one goes buccaneering. How much could they
+give me, Damron?”
+
+“You’ll not think it so much of a joke when you are behind the bars.”
+
+“No, I daresay not. I expect I would better enjoy it while I have the
+opportunity. Try one of these peaches, Miss Gray.” He leaned against a
+rock and smoked the placid post-prandial cigar of him whose soul is at
+peace. I, too, had lit up, but my mind was far from equable. I was
+possessed by the vision of a headlong generous girl under the
+fascination of this charming young vagabond. Yet I confess that for
+myself I admired as much as I disliked his dare-devil indifference to
+consequences, though for the life of me I could not guess what his
+game was or how it could advantage him to detain the Copper King on
+this mountain top against his will.
+
+He expounded his easy philosophy with airy candor. “After all, laws
+are made for man, not man for the laws. Mr. Gray is a capitalist, and
+he can tell you that laws are to be obeyed with discretion. There
+would not be any use in having them if somebody did not break them
+occasionally. Well, this is my day off. I’m playing ping-pong with the
+statutes of Colorado”
+
+“But why?” I demanded. “What good does it do you?”
+
+“Oh come, Damron! Mayn’t I have a secret or two of my own? I don’t
+suppose you ever explained publicly just why you happen to be spending
+your vacation in Colorado instead of Timbuctoo.”
+
+I fear I blushed. Glancing covertly at my reason, I found it the
+fairest under the sun, but too present to admit of discussion.
+
+Suddenly Simon Gray cut crisply into the talk for the first time.
+
+“Of course I understand why you are holding me here, Halloway. You are
+working under instructions from your father to keep me until after the
+election this afternoon. But the thing is too barefaced. It won’t hold
+in law. It’s a conspiracy.”
+
+Halloway’s masterful eves looked straight at him.
+
+“I have not seen or heard from my father in two years, Mr. Gray. He
+does not have anything to do with his scalawag son. You do not need to
+look beyond me to place the responsibility for this. But you’re right
+in one thing. I intend that you shall not reach Denver in time for the
+Copper Consolidated meeting.”
+
+They were both dominant men, and their eyes met like the flash of
+steel.
+
+“No? Why not?” asked Gray quietly, his lids narrowing to long watchful
+slits.
+
+“Because you are going there to take what doesn’t belong to you—to
+vote away from my father and his associates the control of a business
+which they have given twenty years of their lives to build. Theirs is
+a legitimate business enterprise. They developed and extended it
+gradually. It grew to be a big thing. Then you took a fancy for
+copper. You——”
+
+“You don’t know what you are talking about young man. I am going there
+to take what the law allows me—what I have bought and paid for in the
+open market,” broke in Gray harshly.
+
+“Yes, the law allows it to you, and it doesn’t allow me to interfere.
+That is where the law is defective. It is true, too, that you have
+manipulated the market in such a way as to get temporary control of a
+majority of the stock. But that does not affect the fact that my
+father and his friends have the moral right to direct the affairs of
+the Consolidated. Their whole life is bound up in it. You are
+interested simply for speculative purposes. They have earned the right
+to direct its affairs. You haven’t.”
+
+“Such talk is sheer folly. You do not understand finance, sir. You
+have been living outside of the currents of business. The matter is a
+plain business one, not an ethical or sentimental affair at all.”
+
+Halloway’s daring eyes swept whimsically across the table and rested
+momentarily on Katherine. “I am trying to keep it on a business basis
+so that sentiment may not interfere, sir.”
+
+Then Katherine spoke with silken cruelty. “You have a very flattering
+opinion of my father, Mr. Halloway. It makes his daughter proud to
+know that one of such notable achievement thinks so highly of him.”
+
+Halloway bowed, a sardonic smile on his good-looking face. “I can
+hardly expect my course to commend itself to Miss Gray,” he said
+simply.
+
+Miss Katherine’s dark flashing eyes showed their anger at the
+presumption of this lawless, high-handed youth. She had, in company
+with many charming women, a capacity for injustice, but she had, too,
+a quick instinctive appreciation for fine points of character. Her
+feelings were outraged that this young man, who had once wanted to
+marry her and who still held much fascination for her, had taken
+advantage of his position as host to overreach her father. But she was
+very much a creature of moods, and I knew her well enough to fear the
+revulsion which would follow when she began to take into account his
+motive—loyalty to a father who had disowned him. And I was certain
+that even now there was running through her rage an admiration of his
+audacity that would remain when the anger had evaporated.
+
+Just now, however, she treated his remarks in very cavalier fashion.
+The burden of such conversation as there was rested on Halloway. It
+consisted for the most part in genially ironical remarks on the charms
+of an outdoor life. Katherine was aloofly viewing the scenery with
+occasional side-shot glances at the offending youth; I watched events
+in a moody silence, and Corduroy still discussed his dinner some fifty
+yards from us. As for Simon Gray, he sat in a brown study, his eyes
+fixed intently on a syphon he did not see. I wondered what plan was
+filtering into that alert, fertile brain of his.
+
+I was soon to learn. Halloway carried over to Corduroy a bottle of
+ale, and in his absence the Copper King found chance to enlist his
+daughter in the scheme. Presently Miss Katherine strolled leisurely
+toward the cluster of great brown rocks which cropped out near the
+edge of the bluff. She carried a magazine with her.
+
+“You’re not going to run away again, Kate,” Halloway called after her.
+
+She shook her head.
+
+“Word of honor?”
+
+“Word of honor,” she called gaily back to him. “But if you doubt——”
+
+[Illustration: “Word of honor,” she called gaily back to him.]
+
+Her smile was an invitation. Halloway did not accept it at once, but,
+plainly eager to be off, stuck to the magnate for a long ten minutes.
+Then, “Hang duty!” he said, and with a word of caution to his
+accomplice, he disappeared after her behind the rocks. His long shadow
+had scarcely trailed out of view before old Gray and a flask of old
+Scotch were laying siege to Corduroy. The task of sapping his loyalty
+was no easy one. It took thirty minutes of argument—of threats,
+cajolery, promises, interspersed with frequent internal applications
+of the contents of the flask—to win him over. There were times when I
+despaired of hooking our shy fish, and even after he had swallowed the
+bait he fought against being landed. Every moment I expected to see
+Halloway’s impudent curly head rising over the brow of the hill. I was
+as nervous as a youngster awaiting a caning, but they don’t make them
+more cool and game than old Gray was. Our joint pocket books happened
+to carry five hundred twenty-five dollars, and it took all we had
+except some silver change to buy a release. But in the end I had the
+satisfaction of seeing the rotund millionaire and Corduroy legging it
+down the hill toward Manitou. I am not going to pretend that I have
+often spent as bad a quarter of an hour as the one which followed,
+during which I saw their figures lessen in the distance. It was not
+until they had reached the red thread of the valley road that I
+breathed freely. I was ready now for the villain to reenter, and, as
+if pat to his cue, the alluring vagabond I had cast for the part
+sauntered into view. He was very much engrossed with his companion,
+and—I noticed it with a pang of envy—she with him. Both of them seemed
+always to radiate health and vitality, but my jaundiced eyes found
+about them now a scarce decently subdued sparkle of exhilaration. They
+were in a world primeval and everybody else forgotten. There have been
+times when I have trod air and breathed champagne myself, but that did
+not make me any less sulky now. I resented to the bottom of my soul
+their Eden from which I was excluded.
+
+[Illustration: “In a world primeval.”]
+
+They were almost on me before they wakened to things mundane.
+
+“Hello, Damron!” Halloway looked over the plateau and brought his eyes
+back to me. “Where’s Mr. Gray?” Katherine started and looked guilty. I
+verily believe that till this moment the minx had forgotten she was in
+a conspiracy to worst him.
+
+I pointed to the disappearing specks. “On his way to a telegraph
+office. He is going to have the Consolidated election postponed till
+to-morrow,” I said with malicious triumph.
+
+“What did you do with John?”
+
+“Bought him. You should have stayed here. If you want a thing well
+done, you know!”
+
+“Oh! You seem to have been quite active.” He looked long at the
+figures through a pair of field glasses. “Why didn’t you go along?” he
+asked presently.
+
+“I thought I would stay and break the news of our little surprise to
+you,” I said tartly.
+
+He turned his genial, impudent smile on me. “That was good of you,
+Damron. You deserve something for that.” His eyes met Katherine’s for
+an instant. She nodded, blushing. He tucked her arm under his, and
+they beamed down on me. “We have a little surprise, too. Miss Gray and
+I are engaged to be married. We arranged it while you were buying my
+partner in crime.”
+
+I offered my congratulations with a wooden face.
+
+Katherine has always been able to twist her father round that supple
+little finger of hers. It did not surprise me at all to read in the
+papers two days later that an adjustment of the affairs of the C. C.
+C. had been made satisfactory to the warring factions and that by this
+arrangement President Halloway was allowed to retain his position and
+continue his policy. The breach between Bob Halloway and his father
+was immediately healed. Friends industriously circulated the
+information that the difference had been due merely to the clashing of
+two proud natures which did not understand each other. They point to
+the fact that since his marriage Bob has been in every way equal to
+the business responsibilities of his important position in the
+Consolidated. One understands that he has now entirely sown his wild
+oats. He reaps golden opinions everywhere.
+
+I don’t join in the general chorus much myself—but I’m hanged if I can
+hate him as much as I would like.
+
+
+[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the September 1905 issue of
+The Red Book Magazine.]
+
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-<div style='text-align:center; font-size:0.9em; margin-bottom:2em'>BY WILLIAM McLEOD RAINE</div>
-<p>When one is in the Garden of the Gods one should be, I suppose, in
-Elysian humor. My mood, to the contrary, for private reasons of my
-own, was thunderous. I lay on my elbow among the kinni-kinic where I
-had flung myself down in the shade of a silver spruce. But the sun was
-higher now, and its rare, untempered beat was on me. Naturally I used
-the shifting orb as a text on the futility of life. What was the use
-of arranging things comfortably when they always disarranged
-themselves as promptly as possible? Now, there was Katherine—</p>
-
-<p>The sound of a revolver cracked into my sombre discontent. Hard on its
-echoes came the slap of running feet, and, as I guessed, the swish of
-petticoats. A raucous command to stop brought me to my feet instantly.
-It also brought the runner to a halt just out of my sight beyond the
-shoulder of the hill.</p>
-
-<p>“I dare you to touch me,” panted a high-pitched voice that struck in
-me a bell of recognition.</p>
-
-<p>“I’m not going to hurt you,” replied he of the hoarse bellow,
-soothingly. “You know that mighty well.”</p>
-
-<p>“If you put a finger on me I’ll cry for help.”</p>
-
-<p>“There wouldn’t anybody hear, Miss,” replied the heavy bass.</p>
-
-<p>“You—you coward!” Her voice was like a whip.</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, you can call me anything you like but you got to go along with
-me, Miss,” he said sullenly.</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll not go a step.”</p>
-
-<p>“I reckon you got to go, lady.”</p>
-
-<p>“May I go, too?” My contribution to the conversation came from the
-knoll just above them.</p>
-
-<div id='001' class='mt01 mb01 w001'>
-  <img src='images/illus-001.jpg' alt='' style='width:100%' />
-<p class='caption'>“My contribution to the conversation came from just above them.”</p>
-</div>
-<p>They whirled as at the press of a button. The man was a huge hulking
-fellow in corduroys, but he did not look the villain by a long shot.
-Indeed, his guileless face, lit with amazement at my words, begged to
-offer a guarantee of honesty. Here certainly was no finished
-desperado. The first glimpse of him relieved my mind. We were in no
-personal danger at least.</p>
-
-<p>“Who in time are you?” he wanted to know.</p>
-
-<p>“Tavis Q. Damron, at your service. And you—since introductions are
-going?”</p>
-
-<p>The young woman—she was a Miss Katherine Gray, stopping at the same
-hotel as I at Manitou—promptly took the opportunity to slip behind my
-back. For me, I was in a glow of triumph. It had not been twenty-four
-hours since Miss Gray had informed me that she meant never to speak
-again to me. And already the favoring gods had brought her to me on
-the run. In my relation I felt myself a match for a score of lowering
-countrymen.</p>
-
-<p>“He shot at me,” she cried over my shoulder.</p>
-
-<p>“It went off accidentally,” protested the man.</p>
-
-<p>“I don’t care. He shot.”</p>
-
-<p>“He’ll not do it again,” I promised, complacently.</p>
-
-<p>My unlucky triumph must have crept into my voice. I felt her appraise
-with deliberate eye my sixty-six scant inches. Nothing “hips” me more
-than an inference that I am short. To be sure, I am not a giant
-physically. Neither was Napoleon.</p>
-
-<p>“I’m sorry not to meet with your approbation,” I said huffily.</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, I did not say that. It would be unjust. You can’t help being
-little,” she was pleased to say, and I swear I heard the chuckle in
-her voice.</p>
-
-<p>“Any more than you can help being offensive when you are in the
-humor.”</p>
-
-<p>“Don’t take it so to heart. You may grow yet. You are very young, you
-know.”</p>
-
-<p>“Perhaps I am <i>de trop</i>. Very likely you were looking for somebody
-else when you came galloping down the hill,” I said sulkily.</p>
-
-<p>“I was looking for a man.” Her casual eye swept the valley. Tavis Q.
-Damron really did not appear to be on the map.</p>
-
-<p>“I am certain you will not have to look long,” I assured her with
-excessive politeness.</p>
-
-<p>“Thank you.” She glanced scornfully at me. “I suppose you mean that
-for a compliment? I think it impertinent, if you want to know.”</p>
-
-<p>It was odd how we had almost forgotten the presence of our friend in
-corduroys; yet not so strange either, for he looked the picture of
-awkward indecision, much more the detected schoolboy than the “bad
-man” bandit. His fat, red hand, wandering restlessly about, included
-us in its orbit.</p>
-
-<p>“I say, my man! Put up that gun! You make me nervous,” I barked.</p>
-
-<p>“It might go off again accidentally,” suggested Miss Gray derisively.
-“We can’t risk Mr. Damron’s fainting. I suppose you have no
-restoratives with you, Mr. Corduroy?”</p>
-
-<p>There came a shout from the cliff five hundred feet above. A man
-standing on the edge was beckoning to us.</p>
-
-<p>“Somebody appears to want us to come and to share his beautiful view,”
-I said.</p>
-
-<p>Corduroy’s indecision came to an end. “I guess we better be going
-back, Miss.”</p>
-
-<p>“I thought I understood her to say she did not care to go back,” I
-said, eyeing him steadily.</p>
-
-<p>Corduroy shifted uneasily. “She hadn’t any call to run away. Her
-father’s up there.”</p>
-
-<p>“He’s a prisoner,” explained Miss Gray.</p>
-
-<p>I gasped. “A prisoner?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes. Mr. Halloway is keeping him on that cliff and won’t let him
-leave,” she said, quite calmly.</p>
-
-<p>“Halloway! Bob Halloway?”</p>
-
-<p>She nodded defiantly. “Yes, Bob Halloway.”</p>
-
-<p>“But—why, the thing is impossible.”</p>
-
-<p>“Isn’t it ridiculous?” She gave a sudden charming smile. “I didn’t
-know the West was so delightfully primitive.”</p>
-
-<p>“Surely one can’t hold up a copper king in that primeval fashion. It
-has to be done on Wall street.” Reflecting on Simon Gray’s probable
-reflections, I smiled. Immediately I regretted my indiscretion. The
-study of Miss Gray’s moods was a continual education. They were
-teaching me just now that she might laugh at that which I might not.</p>
-
-<p>“Isn’t it humorous?” said Miss Gray, a little too sweetly. “Don’t let
-me curb your gayety. He’s only my father.”</p>
-
-<p>Instantly I switched the indecorous mirth from my face. “I don’t see
-how he dares,” I murmured, to bridge the pause.</p>
-
-<p>“Dares! I thought you knew Bob Halloway better,” she said scornfully.
-“He dares anything.”</p>
-
-<p>I did know him better. He would stick at nothing. Whatever else his
-smiling insolence covered, it did not hide any lack of courage to back
-his recklessness. He was the type of man that women find fascinating,
-especially women of the high-spirited, chivalrous order. You know the
-sort of scamp I mean—the kind whose dark, unscrupulous eyes and
-devil-may-care fearlessness draw the poor moths to the singeing flame.
-And though for his unworthiness his father two years before had
-shipped him to a ranch in Colorado and cut him adrift, my resurrected
-suspicions painted him a rival still to be feared. Katherine had liked
-him then; she liked him now. I knew it from the moment when the
-picturesque vagabond galloped up to our hotel two days before and
-offered her his strong brown hand and candid smile.</p>
-
-<p>I meditated. “Of course it is a holdup of some sort. He isn’t doing it
-for fun. What does he want?”</p>
-
-<p>Looking up, I happened to catch Katherine Gray’s eyes. They were
-blushing.</p>
-
-<p>“Oh!” I exclaimed understandingly.</p>
-
-<p>“Nothing of the kind! Don’t be silly, Tavis,” she told me sharply.</p>
-
-<p>“Then I’m hanged if I <i>can</i> understand. I seem to be playing blind
-euchre with my eyes shut. First one finds Miss Katherine Gray,
-daughter and sole heir to Simon Gray, the Copper King, scudding over
-the mountains with Mr. Corduroy’s revolver barking at her.”</p>
-
-<p>“I told you it was accidental,” growled the bass voice. “I couldn’t
-catch her, so I took out my gun to frighten her into stopping.”</p>
-
-<p>“Then one hears that the Copper King himself is viewing scenery he
-does not enjoy, under enforced restraint at the hands of a young man
-who used to lead cotillions with his daughter before he fell into evil
-ways. You know I told you he was a scamp.”</p>
-
-<p>“Don’t be a parrot, Mr. Damron,” Katherine snapped. “I told <i>you</i>
-yesterday that I wasn’t interested in your opinion of Mr. Halloway.
-You so often forget that you are not my chaperon.”</p>
-
-<p>“Of course I don’t want to rub it in, but if you had listened to——”</p>
-
-<p>“——Grandmother Damron. Well, I didn’t—and I’m not going to.” Miss
-Gray’s chin was in the air. She wheeled and began to climb the
-hillside.</p>
-
-<p>“Where are you going?” I asked.</p>
-
-<p>She can be very deaf on occasion.</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, up the hill,” she flung over her shoulder in answer to my
-question repeated.</p>
-
-<p>“But you said you weren’t going back.”</p>
-
-<p>“Can’t I change my mind, Grandmother?”</p>
-
-<p>“You don’t need to be rude,” I said sulking.</p>
-
-<p>I toiled in her wake, and Corduroy in mine. The pace she set soon had
-us puffing. Miss Gray is one of those young women who do outdoor
-things better than most men. She never fainted in her life, and nerves
-are a fairy tale to her. It always ruffles my temper and my vanity to
-do a twosome with her at golf.</p>
-
-<p>“Hello, you people! Just in time for lunch. Glad to see you, Damron,”
-sang out Halloway cheerily as we emerged from the aspens into view at
-the rear of the cliff.</p>
-
-<p>A most appealing luncheon was set forth on the white table cloth
-spread on a camp table among the boulders. Halloway, in his shirt
-sleeves, was making coffee, opening cans of deviled ham, unpacking a
-box of fried chicken, and otherwise endeavoring to be several places
-at once. He fell immediately to issuing orders.</p>
-
-<p>“Bring that box of ice with the bottles in it from the wagon, John. I
-say, Damron, do you know how to broil bacon? Well, you’ll never learn
-younger. Shake those coals down and set to work, my son. And don’t let
-the coffee boil over.” His enthusiasm was contagious. I found myself
-obeying him mechanically. “You might unpack the sandwiches, Kate.
-We’re going to have the jolliest little lunch you ever saw. I suspect
-you are hungry. Scudding over these hills is great for the appetite.
-By the way, you made a fine run of it.” He was so genial and friendly
-to her that one could hardly believe he knew that his confederate had
-just brought her back under the menace of his revolver.</p>
-
-<p>Miss Gray probably thought his assurance was akin to cheek. At any
-rate she gave him the full benefit of her un-willowy five foot seven.
-He met with smiling admiration her level indignant eyes; and indeed
-the girl’s long curves, her frank good looks, her flashing sunburnt
-beauty, had led captive many a man’s fancy. Turning on her heel, she
-joined her father. Simon Gray, multimillionaire, was seated morosely
-on a rock, frowning down into the Garden of the Gods with blazing
-eyes. Far below a dozen dwarfed carriages might be seen wheeling along
-the red ribbon of road, and many burros with tourists on their backs
-crawled like ants among the rocks, but for all practical purposes the
-grim-eyed captain of industry was as much a prisoner as if the gates
-of a jail had closed on him.</p>
-
-<p>His dignity was too precious to be risked in a futile attempt to
-escape from the long-legged powerful young athlete. Possibly it was
-because I was so interested in the situation that I burnt the bacon to
-a crisp. Miss Grey, with one of her sudden changes of humor, drove me
-from the fire and broiled the bacon herself. The truth is that despite
-her frowns the girl was enjoying herself hugely. The excitement of a
-new experience filliped through her blood.</p>
-
-<p>I joined Mr. Gray and we conversed in whispers. He explained to me the
-absolute necessity of his being in Denver that afternoon to attend an
-important meeting of the Copper Consolidated Corporation. It was the
-day of the biennial election of officers. He had bought Consolidated
-stock sufficient to win the control from the present management, but
-without his presence or his proxies the old management would still be
-able to carry the election and reinstate itself. James Halloway was
-president of the Consolidated, and the two men had been fighting for
-control more years than one.</p>
-
-<p>“Last call for dinner in the dining car,” sang out Halloway, and
-notwithstanding our lack of harmony the sharp air of the Rockies had
-made us hungry enough to sink, for the moment, at least, all
-differences. Halloway, easy, alert, and masterful, dispensed
-refreshments with debonair hospitality to his unwilling guests.</p>
-
-<p>“Finest bacon I ever ate. It would be a pleasure to have you for a
-housekeeper, Miss Gray,” our host tossed out audaciously.</p>
-
-<p>“You are such a good provider, Mr. Halloway, that I am sure it would
-be a pleasure to be your housekeeper,” returned Miss Gray demurely.</p>
-
-<p>“And if I neglected my duties you could always send your man out to
-shoot at me.”</p>
-
-<div id='002' class='mt01 mb01 w002'>
-  <img src='images/illus-002.jpg' alt='' style='width:100%' />
-<p class='caption'>“And if I neglected my duties you could always send a man out to shoot me.”</p>
-</div>
-<p>“Ah! That only shows my solicitude to detain you. One couldn’t bear
-the idea of having you leave our party, and yet one couldn’t in common
-politeness desert Mr. Gray to follow you. It remained only to send a
-message via John requesting you to return.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, he delivered it,” the girl said, dimpling reminiscently.</p>
-
-<p>Halloway smiled. “I’m afraid John is a little abrupt sometimes.”</p>
-
-<p>Her eyes mocked him boldly. “In your profession of highwayman,
-abruptness, one would think, might sometimes be essential.”</p>
-
-<p>“It was cruel of you to desert us without warning,” he said, ignoring
-her irony.</p>
-
-<p>“I went to get help.”</p>
-
-<p>“That was good of you, but we did not really need it,” he returned,
-misunderstanding her promptly. “Though of course we are very glad to
-have Damron with us.”</p>
-
-<p>“I suppose you know that it will be a criminal offense to keep Mr.
-Gray here till night as you threaten. You invited him here to a
-picnic. You have no right to detain him a moment longer than he
-desires. Your outrageous course is very much against the law, Mr.
-Halloway,” I said stiffly.</p>
-
-<p>He looked politely interested. “Is it? No, I didn’t know just how
-illegal it was. Of course I guessed I was skating on thin ice, but the
-truth is that I didn’t get legal advice. That shows the advantage of
-having a lawyer along when one goes buccaneering. How much could they
-give me, Damron?”</p>
-
-<p>“You’ll not think it so much of a joke when you are behind the bars.”</p>
-
-<p>“No, I daresay not. I expect I would better enjoy it while I have the
-opportunity. Try one of these peaches, Miss Gray.” He leaned against a
-rock and smoked the placid post-prandial cigar of him whose soul is at
-peace. I, too, had lit up, but my mind was far from equable. I was
-possessed by the vision of a headlong generous girl under the
-fascination of this charming young vagabond. Yet I confess that for
-myself I admired as much as I disliked his dare-devil indifference to
-consequences, though for the life of me I could not guess what his
-game was or how it could advantage him to detain the Copper King on
-this mountain top against his will.</p>
-
-<p>He expounded his easy philosophy with airy candor. “After all, laws
-are made for man, not man for the laws. Mr. Gray is a capitalist, and
-he can tell you that laws are to be obeyed with discretion. There
-would not be any use in having them if somebody did not break them
-occasionally. Well, this is my day off. I’m playing ping-pong with the
-statutes of Colorado”</p>
-
-<p>“But why?” I demanded. “What good does it do you?”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh come, Damron! Mayn’t I have a secret or two of my own? I don’t
-suppose you ever explained publicly just why you happen to be spending
-your vacation in Colorado instead of Timbuctoo.”</p>
-
-<p>I fear I blushed. Glancing covertly at my reason, I found it the
-fairest under the sun, but too present to admit of discussion.</p>
-
-<p>Suddenly Simon Gray cut crisply into the talk for the first time.</p>
-
-<p>“Of course I understand why you are holding me here, Halloway. You are
-working under instructions from your father to keep me until after the
-election this afternoon. But the thing is too barefaced. It won’t hold
-in law. It’s a conspiracy.”</p>
-
-<p>Halloway’s masterful eves looked straight at him.</p>
-
-<p>“I have not seen or heard from my father in two years, Mr. Gray. He
-does not have anything to do with his scalawag son. You do not need to
-look beyond me to place the responsibility for this. But you’re right
-in one thing. I intend that you shall not reach Denver in time for the
-Copper Consolidated meeting.”</p>
-
-<p>They were both dominant men, and their eyes met like the flash of
-steel.</p>
-
-<p>“No? Why not?” asked Gray quietly, his lids narrowing to long watchful
-slits.</p>
-
-<p>“Because you are going there to take what doesn’t belong to you—to
-vote away from my father and his associates the control of a business
-which they have given twenty years of their lives to build. Theirs is
-a legitimate business enterprise. They developed and extended it
-gradually. It grew to be a big thing. Then you took a fancy for
-copper. You——”</p>
-
-<p>“You don’t know what you are talking about young man. I am going there
-to take what the law allows me—what I have bought and paid for in the
-open market,” broke in Gray harshly.</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, the law allows it to you, and it doesn’t allow me to interfere.
-That is where the law is defective. It is true, too, that you have
-manipulated the market in such a way as to get temporary control of a
-majority of the stock. But that does not affect the fact that my
-father and his friends have the moral right to direct the affairs of
-the Consolidated. Their whole life is bound up in it. You are
-interested simply for speculative purposes. They have earned the right
-to direct its affairs. You haven’t.”</p>
-
-<p>“Such talk is sheer folly. You do not understand finance, sir. You
-have been living outside of the currents of business. The matter is a
-plain business one, not an ethical or sentimental affair at all.”</p>
-
-<p>Halloway’s daring eyes swept whimsically across the table and rested
-momentarily on Katherine. “I am trying to keep it on a business basis
-so that sentiment may not interfere, sir.”</p>
-
-<p>Then Katherine spoke with silken cruelty. “You have a very flattering
-opinion of my father, Mr. Halloway. It makes his daughter proud to
-know that one of such notable achievement thinks so highly of him.”</p>
-
-<p>Halloway bowed, a sardonic smile on his good-looking face. “I can
-hardly expect my course to commend itself to Miss Gray,” he said
-simply.</p>
-
-<p>Miss Katherine’s dark flashing eyes showed their anger at the
-presumption of this lawless, high-handed youth. She had, in company
-with many charming women, a capacity for injustice, but she had, too,
-a quick instinctive appreciation for fine points of character. Her
-feelings were outraged that this young man, who had once wanted to
-marry her and who still held much fascination for her, had taken
-advantage of his position as host to overreach her father. But she was
-very much a creature of moods, and I knew her well enough to fear the
-revulsion which would follow when she began to take into account his
-motive—loyalty to a father who had disowned him. And I was certain
-that even now there was running through her rage an admiration of his
-audacity that would remain when the anger had evaporated.</p>
-
-<p>Just now, however, she treated his remarks in very cavalier fashion.
-The burden of such conversation as there was rested on Halloway. It
-consisted for the most part in genially ironical remarks on the charms
-of an outdoor life. Katherine was aloofly viewing the scenery with
-occasional side-shot glances at the offending youth; I watched events
-in a moody silence, and Corduroy still discussed his dinner some fifty
-yards from us. As for Simon Gray, he sat in a brown study, his eyes
-fixed intently on a syphon he did not see. I wondered what plan was
-filtering into that alert, fertile brain of his.</p>
-
-<p>I was soon to learn. Halloway carried over to Corduroy a bottle of
-ale, and in his absence the Copper King found chance to enlist his
-daughter in the scheme. Presently Miss Katherine strolled leisurely
-toward the cluster of great brown rocks which cropped out near the
-edge of the bluff. She carried a magazine with her.</p>
-
-<p>“You’re not going to run away again, Kate,” Halloway called after her.</p>
-
-<p>She shook her head.</p>
-
-<p>“Word of honor?”</p>
-
-<p>“Word of honor,” she called gaily back to him. “But if you doubt——”</p>
-
-<div id='003' class='mt01 mb01 w003'>
-  <img src='images/illus-003.jpg' alt='' style='width:100%' />
-<p class='caption'>“Word of honor,” she called gaily back to him.</p>
-</div>
-<p>Her smile was an invitation. Halloway did not accept it at once, but,
-plainly eager to be off, stuck to the magnate for a long ten minutes.
-Then, “Hang duty!” he said, and with a word of caution to his
-accomplice, he disappeared after her behind the rocks. His long shadow
-had scarcely trailed out of view before old Gray and a flask of old
-Scotch were laying siege to Corduroy. The task of sapping his loyalty
-was no easy one. It took thirty minutes of argument—of threats,
-cajolery, promises, interspersed with frequent internal applications
-of the contents of the flask—to win him over. There were times when I
-despaired of hooking our shy fish, and even after he had swallowed the
-bait he fought against being landed. Every moment I expected to see
-Halloway’s impudent curly head rising over the brow of the hill. I was
-as nervous as a youngster awaiting a caning, but they don’t make them
-more cool and game than old Gray was. Our joint pocket books happened
-to carry five hundred twentv-five dollars, and it took all we had
-except some silver change to buy a release. But in the end I had the
-satisfaction of seeing the rotund millionaire and Corduroy legging it
-down the hill toward Manitou. I am not going to pretend that I have
-often spent as bad a quarter of an hour as the one which followed,
-during which I saw their figures lessen in the distance. It was not
-until they had reached the red thread of the valley road that I
-breathed freely. I was ready now for the villain to reenter, and, as
-if pat to his cue, the alluring vagabond I had cast for the part
-sauntered into view. He was very much engrossed with his companion,
-and—I noticed it with a pang of envy—she with him. Both of them seemed
-always to radiate health and vitality, but my jaundiced eyes found
-about them now a scarce decently subdued sparkle of exhilaration. They
-were in a world primeval and everybody else forgotten. There have been
-times when I have trod air and breathed champagne myself, but that did
-not make me any less sulky now. I resented to the bottom of my soul
-their Eden from which I was excluded.</p>
-
-<div id='004' class='mt01 mb01 w004'>
-  <img src='images/illus-004.jpg' alt='' style='width:100%' />
-<p class='caption'>“In a world primeval.”</p>
-</div>
-<p>They were almost on me before they wakened to things mundane.</p>
-
-<p>“Hello, Damron!” Halloway looked over the plateau and brought his eyes
-back to me. “Where’s Mr. Gray?” Katherine started and looked guilty. I
-verily believe that till this moment the minx had forgotten she was in
-a conspiracy to worst him.</p>
-
-<p>I pointed to the disappearing specks. “On his way to a telegraph
-office. He is going to have the Consolidated election postponed till
-to-morrow,” I said with malicious triumph.</p>
-
-<p>“What did you do with John?”</p>
-
-<p>“Bought him. You should have stayed here. If you want a thing well
-done, you know!”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh! You seem to have been quite active.” He looked long at the
-figures through a pair of field glasses. “Why didn’t you go along?” he
-asked presently.</p>
-
-<p>“I thought I would stay and break the news of our little surprise to
-you,” I said tartly.</p>
-
-<p>He turned his genial, impudent smile on me. “That was good of you,
-Damron. You deserve something for that.” His eyes met Katherine’s for
-an instant. She nodded, blushing. He tucked her arm under his, and
-they beamed down on me. “We have a little surprise, too. Miss Gray and
-I are engaged to be married. We arranged it while you were buying my
-partner in crime.”</p>
-
-<p>I offered my congratulations with a wooden face.</p>
-
-<p>Katherine has always been able to twist her father round that supple
-little finger of hers. It did not surprise me at all to read in the
-papers two days later that an adjustment of the affairs of the C. C.
-C. had been made satisfactory to the warring factions and that by this
-arrangement President Halloway was allowed to retain his position and
-continue his policy. The breach between Bob Halloway and his father
-was immediately healed. Friends industriously circulated the
-information that the difference had been due merely to the clashing of
-two proud natures which did not understand each other. They point to
-the fact that since his marriage Bob has been in every way equal to
-the business responsibilities of his important position in the
-Consolidated. One understands that he has now entirely sown his wild
-oats. He reaps golden opinions everywhere.</p>
-
-<p>I don’t join in the general chorus much myself—but I’m hanged if I can
-hate him as much as I would like.</p>
-
-<div class="tn">
-  <p style='text-indent:0'>Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in
-  the September 1905 issue of <i>The Red Book Magazine</i>.</p>
-</div>
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+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 67165 ***</div>
+<div class='ce'>
+<h1 style='margin-bottom:0.7em;'>In the Garden of the Gods </h1>
+</div>
+<div style='text-align:center; font-size:0.9em; margin-bottom:2em'>BY WILLIAM McLEOD RAINE</div>
+<p>When one is in the Garden of the Gods one should be, I suppose, in
+Elysian humor. My mood, to the contrary, for private reasons of my
+own, was thunderous. I lay on my elbow among the kinni-kinic where I
+had flung myself down in the shade of a silver spruce. But the sun was
+higher now, and its rare, untempered beat was on me. Naturally I used
+the shifting orb as a text on the futility of life. What was the use
+of arranging things comfortably when they always disarranged
+themselves as promptly as possible? Now, there was Katherine—</p>
+
+<p>The sound of a revolver cracked into my sombre discontent. Hard on its
+echoes came the slap of running feet, and, as I guessed, the swish of
+petticoats. A raucous command to stop brought me to my feet instantly.
+It also brought the runner to a halt just out of my sight beyond the
+shoulder of the hill.</p>
+
+<p>“I dare you to touch me,” panted a high-pitched voice that struck in
+me a bell of recognition.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m not going to hurt you,” replied he of the hoarse bellow,
+soothingly. “You know that mighty well.”</p>
+
+<p>“If you put a finger on me I’ll cry for help.”</p>
+
+<p>“There wouldn’t anybody hear, Miss,” replied the heavy bass.</p>
+
+<p>“You—you coward!” Her voice was like a whip.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, you can call me anything you like but you got to go along with
+me, Miss,” he said sullenly.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll not go a step.”</p>
+
+<p>“I reckon you got to go, lady.”</p>
+
+<p>“May I go, too?” My contribution to the conversation came from the
+knoll just above them.</p>
+
+<div id='001' class='mt01 mb01 w001'>
+  <img src='images/illus-001.jpg' alt='' style='width:100%' />
+<p class='caption'>“My contribution to the conversation came from just above them.”</p>
+</div>
+<p>They whirled as at the press of a button. The man was a huge hulking
+fellow in corduroys, but he did not look the villain by a long shot.
+Indeed, his guileless face, lit with amazement at my words, begged to
+offer a guarantee of honesty. Here certainly was no finished
+desperado. The first glimpse of him relieved my mind. We were in no
+personal danger at least.</p>
+
+<p>“Who in time are you?” he wanted to know.</p>
+
+<p>“Tavis Q. Damron, at your service. And you—since introductions are
+going?”</p>
+
+<p>The young woman—she was a Miss Katherine Gray, stopping at the same
+hotel as I at Manitou—promptly took the opportunity to slip behind my
+back. For me, I was in a glow of triumph. It had not been twenty-four
+hours since Miss Gray had informed me that she meant never to speak
+again to me. And already the favoring gods had brought her to me on
+the run. In my relation I felt myself a match for a score of lowering
+countrymen.</p>
+
+<p>“He shot at me,” she cried over my shoulder.</p>
+
+<p>“It went off accidentally,” protested the man.</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t care. He shot.”</p>
+
+<p>“He’ll not do it again,” I promised, complacently.</p>
+
+<p>My unlucky triumph must have crept into my voice. I felt her appraise
+with deliberate eye my sixty-six scant inches. Nothing “hips” me more
+than an inference that I am short. To be sure, I am not a giant
+physically. Neither was Napoleon.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m sorry not to meet with your approbation,” I said huffily.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, I did not say that. It would be unjust. You can’t help being
+little,” she was pleased to say, and I swear I heard the chuckle in
+her voice.</p>
+
+<p>“Any more than you can help being offensive when you are in the
+humor.”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t take it so to heart. You may grow yet. You are very young, you
+know.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps I am <i>de trop</i>. Very likely you were looking for somebody
+else when you came galloping down the hill,” I said sulkily.</p>
+
+<p>“I was looking for a man.” Her casual eye swept the valley. Tavis Q.
+Damron really did not appear to be on the map.</p>
+
+<p>“I am certain you will not have to look long,” I assured her with
+excessive politeness.</p>
+
+<p>“Thank you.” She glanced scornfully at me. “I suppose you mean that
+for a compliment? I think it impertinent, if you want to know.”</p>
+
+<p>It was odd how we had almost forgotten the presence of our friend in
+corduroys; yet not so strange either, for he looked the picture of
+awkward indecision, much more the detected schoolboy than the “bad
+man” bandit. His fat, red hand, wandering restlessly about, included
+us in its orbit.</p>
+
+<p>“I say, my man! Put up that gun! You make me nervous,” I barked.</p>
+
+<p>“It might go off again accidentally,” suggested Miss Gray derisively.
+“We can’t risk Mr. Damron’s fainting. I suppose you have no
+restoratives with you, Mr. Corduroy?”</p>
+
+<p>There came a shout from the cliff five hundred feet above. A man
+standing on the edge was beckoning to us.</p>
+
+<p>“Somebody appears to want us to come and to share his beautiful view,”
+I said.</p>
+
+<p>Corduroy’s indecision came to an end. “I guess we better be going
+back, Miss.”</p>
+
+<p>“I thought I understood her to say she did not care to go back,” I
+said, eyeing him steadily.</p>
+
+<p>Corduroy shifted uneasily. “She hadn’t any call to run away. Her
+father’s up there.”</p>
+
+<p>“He’s a prisoner,” explained Miss Gray.</p>
+
+<p>I gasped. “A prisoner?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes. Mr. Halloway is keeping him on that cliff and won’t let him
+leave,” she said, quite calmly.</p>
+
+<p>“Halloway! Bob Halloway?”</p>
+
+<p>She nodded defiantly. “Yes, Bob Halloway.”</p>
+
+<p>“But—why, the thing is impossible.”</p>
+
+<p>“Isn’t it ridiculous?” She gave a sudden charming smile. “I didn’t
+know the West was so delightfully primitive.”</p>
+
+<p>“Surely one can’t hold up a copper king in that primeval fashion. It
+has to be done on Wall street.” Reflecting on Simon Gray’s probable
+reflections, I smiled. Immediately I regretted my indiscretion. The
+study of Miss Gray’s moods was a continual education. They were
+teaching me just now that she might laugh at that which I might not.</p>
+
+<p>“Isn’t it humorous?” said Miss Gray, a little too sweetly. “Don’t let
+me curb your gayety. He’s only my father.”</p>
+
+<p>Instantly I switched the indecorous mirth from my face. “I don’t see
+how he dares,” I murmured, to bridge the pause.</p>
+
+<p>“Dares! I thought you knew Bob Halloway better,” she said scornfully.
+“He dares anything.”</p>
+
+<p>I did know him better. He would stick at nothing. Whatever else his
+smiling insolence covered, it did not hide any lack of courage to back
+his recklessness. He was the type of man that women find fascinating,
+especially women of the high-spirited, chivalrous order. You know the
+sort of scamp I mean—the kind whose dark, unscrupulous eyes and
+devil-may-care fearlessness draw the poor moths to the singeing flame.
+And though for his unworthiness his father two years before had
+shipped him to a ranch in Colorado and cut him adrift, my resurrected
+suspicions painted him a rival still to be feared. Katherine had liked
+him then; she liked him now. I knew it from the moment when the
+picturesque vagabond galloped up to our hotel two days before and
+offered her his strong brown hand and candid smile.</p>
+
+<p>I meditated. “Of course it is a holdup of some sort. He isn’t doing it
+for fun. What does he want?”</p>
+
+<p>Looking up, I happened to catch Katherine Gray’s eyes. They were
+blushing.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh!” I exclaimed understandingly.</p>
+
+<p>“Nothing of the kind! Don’t be silly, Tavis,” she told me sharply.</p>
+
+<p>“Then I’m hanged if I <i>can</i> understand. I seem to be playing blind
+euchre with my eyes shut. First one finds Miss Katherine Gray,
+daughter and sole heir to Simon Gray, the Copper King, scudding over
+the mountains with Mr. Corduroy’s revolver barking at her.”</p>
+
+<p>“I told you it was accidental,” growled the bass voice. “I couldn’t
+catch her, so I took out my gun to frighten her into stopping.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then one hears that the Copper King himself is viewing scenery he
+does not enjoy, under enforced restraint at the hands of a young man
+who used to lead cotillions with his daughter before he fell into evil
+ways. You know I told you he was a scamp.”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t be a parrot, Mr. Damron,” Katherine snapped. “I told <i>you</i>
+yesterday that I wasn’t interested in your opinion of Mr. Halloway.
+You so often forget that you are not my chaperon.”</p>
+
+<p>“Of course I don’t want to rub it in, but if you had listened to——”</p>
+
+<p>“——Grandmother Damron. Well, I didn’t—and I’m not going to.” Miss
+Gray’s chin was in the air. She wheeled and began to climb the
+hillside.</p>
+
+<p>“Where are you going?” I asked.</p>
+
+<p>She can be very deaf on occasion.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, up the hill,” she flung over her shoulder in answer to my
+question repeated.</p>
+
+<p>“But you said you weren’t going back.”</p>
+
+<p>“Can’t I change my mind, Grandmother?”</p>
+
+<p>“You don’t need to be rude,” I said sulking.</p>
+
+<p>I toiled in her wake, and Corduroy in mine. The pace she set soon had
+us puffing. Miss Gray is one of those young women who do outdoor
+things better than most men. She never fainted in her life, and nerves
+are a fairy tale to her. It always ruffles my temper and my vanity to
+do a twosome with her at golf.</p>
+
+<p>“Hello, you people! Just in time for lunch. Glad to see you, Damron,”
+sang out Halloway cheerily as we emerged from the aspens into view at
+the rear of the cliff.</p>
+
+<p>A most appealing luncheon was set forth on the white table cloth
+spread on a camp table among the boulders. Halloway, in his shirt
+sleeves, was making coffee, opening cans of deviled ham, unpacking a
+box of fried chicken, and otherwise endeavoring to be several places
+at once. He fell immediately to issuing orders.</p>
+
+<p>“Bring that box of ice with the bottles in it from the wagon, John. I
+say, Damron, do you know how to broil bacon? Well, you’ll never learn
+younger. Shake those coals down and set to work, my son. And don’t let
+the coffee boil over.” His enthusiasm was contagious. I found myself
+obeying him mechanically. “You might unpack the sandwiches, Kate.
+We’re going to have the jolliest little lunch you ever saw. I suspect
+you are hungry. Scudding over these hills is great for the appetite.
+By the way, you made a fine run of it.” He was so genial and friendly
+to her that one could hardly believe he knew that his confederate had
+just brought her back under the menace of his revolver.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Gray probably thought his assurance was akin to cheek. At any
+rate she gave him the full benefit of her un-willowy five foot seven.
+He met with smiling admiration her level indignant eyes; and indeed
+the girl’s long curves, her frank good looks, her flashing sunburnt
+beauty, had led captive many a man’s fancy. Turning on her heel, she
+joined her father. Simon Gray, multimillionaire, was seated morosely
+on a rock, frowning down into the Garden of the Gods with blazing
+eyes. Far below a dozen dwarfed carriages might be seen wheeling along
+the red ribbon of road, and many burros with tourists on their backs
+crawled like ants among the rocks, but for all practical purposes the
+grim-eyed captain of industry was as much a prisoner as if the gates
+of a jail had closed on him.</p>
+
+<p>His dignity was too precious to be risked in a futile attempt to
+escape from the long-legged powerful young athlete. Possibly it was
+because I was so interested in the situation that I burnt the bacon to
+a crisp. Miss Grey, with one of her sudden changes of humor, drove me
+from the fire and broiled the bacon herself. The truth is that despite
+her frowns the girl was enjoying herself hugely. The excitement of a
+new experience filliped through her blood.</p>
+
+<p>I joined Mr. Gray and we conversed in whispers. He explained to me the
+absolute necessity of his being in Denver that afternoon to attend an
+important meeting of the Copper Consolidated Corporation. It was the
+day of the biennial election of officers. He had bought Consolidated
+stock sufficient to win the control from the present management, but
+without his presence or his proxies the old management would still be
+able to carry the election and reinstate itself. James Halloway was
+president of the Consolidated, and the two men had been fighting for
+control more years than one.</p>
+
+<p>“Last call for dinner in the dining car,” sang out Halloway, and
+notwithstanding our lack of harmony the sharp air of the Rockies had
+made us hungry enough to sink, for the moment, at least, all
+differences. Halloway, easy, alert, and masterful, dispensed
+refreshments with debonair hospitality to his unwilling guests.</p>
+
+<p>“Finest bacon I ever ate. It would be a pleasure to have you for a
+housekeeper, Miss Gray,” our host tossed out audaciously.</p>
+
+<p>“You are such a good provider, Mr. Halloway, that I am sure it would
+be a pleasure to be your housekeeper,” returned Miss Gray demurely.</p>
+
+<p>“And if I neglected my duties you could always send your man out to
+shoot at me.”</p>
+
+<div id='002' class='mt01 mb01 w002'>
+  <img src='images/illus-002.jpg' alt='' style='width:100%' />
+<p class='caption'>“And if I neglected my duties you could always send a man out to shoot me.”</p>
+</div>
+<p>“Ah! That only shows my solicitude to detain you. One couldn’t bear
+the idea of having you leave our party, and yet one couldn’t in common
+politeness desert Mr. Gray to follow you. It remained only to send a
+message via John requesting you to return.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, he delivered it,” the girl said, dimpling reminiscently.</p>
+
+<p>Halloway smiled. “I’m afraid John is a little abrupt sometimes.”</p>
+
+<p>Her eyes mocked him boldly. “In your profession of highwayman,
+abruptness, one would think, might sometimes be essential.”</p>
+
+<p>“It was cruel of you to desert us without warning,” he said, ignoring
+her irony.</p>
+
+<p>“I went to get help.”</p>
+
+<p>“That was good of you, but we did not really need it,” he returned,
+misunderstanding her promptly. “Though of course we are very glad to
+have Damron with us.”</p>
+
+<p>“I suppose you know that it will be a criminal offense to keep Mr.
+Gray here till night as you threaten. You invited him here to a
+picnic. You have no right to detain him a moment longer than he
+desires. Your outrageous course is very much against the law, Mr.
+Halloway,” I said stiffly.</p>
+
+<p>He looked politely interested. “Is it? No, I didn’t know just how
+illegal it was. Of course I guessed I was skating on thin ice, but the
+truth is that I didn’t get legal advice. That shows the advantage of
+having a lawyer along when one goes buccaneering. How much could they
+give me, Damron?”</p>
+
+<p>“You’ll not think it so much of a joke when you are behind the bars.”</p>
+
+<p>“No, I daresay not. I expect I would better enjoy it while I have the
+opportunity. Try one of these peaches, Miss Gray.” He leaned against a
+rock and smoked the placid post-prandial cigar of him whose soul is at
+peace. I, too, had lit up, but my mind was far from equable. I was
+possessed by the vision of a headlong generous girl under the
+fascination of this charming young vagabond. Yet I confess that for
+myself I admired as much as I disliked his dare-devil indifference to
+consequences, though for the life of me I could not guess what his
+game was or how it could advantage him to detain the Copper King on
+this mountain top against his will.</p>
+
+<p>He expounded his easy philosophy with airy candor. “After all, laws
+are made for man, not man for the laws. Mr. Gray is a capitalist, and
+he can tell you that laws are to be obeyed with discretion. There
+would not be any use in having them if somebody did not break them
+occasionally. Well, this is my day off. I’m playing ping-pong with the
+statutes of Colorado”</p>
+
+<p>“But why?” I demanded. “What good does it do you?”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh come, Damron! Mayn’t I have a secret or two of my own? I don’t
+suppose you ever explained publicly just why you happen to be spending
+your vacation in Colorado instead of Timbuctoo.”</p>
+
+<p>I fear I blushed. Glancing covertly at my reason, I found it the
+fairest under the sun, but too present to admit of discussion.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly Simon Gray cut crisply into the talk for the first time.</p>
+
+<p>“Of course I understand why you are holding me here, Halloway. You are
+working under instructions from your father to keep me until after the
+election this afternoon. But the thing is too barefaced. It won’t hold
+in law. It’s a conspiracy.”</p>
+
+<p>Halloway’s masterful eves looked straight at him.</p>
+
+<p>“I have not seen or heard from my father in two years, Mr. Gray. He
+does not have anything to do with his scalawag son. You do not need to
+look beyond me to place the responsibility for this. But you’re right
+in one thing. I intend that you shall not reach Denver in time for the
+Copper Consolidated meeting.”</p>
+
+<p>They were both dominant men, and their eyes met like the flash of
+steel.</p>
+
+<p>“No? Why not?” asked Gray quietly, his lids narrowing to long watchful
+slits.</p>
+
+<p>“Because you are going there to take what doesn’t belong to you—to
+vote away from my father and his associates the control of a business
+which they have given twenty years of their lives to build. Theirs is
+a legitimate business enterprise. They developed and extended it
+gradually. It grew to be a big thing. Then you took a fancy for
+copper. You——”</p>
+
+<p>“You don’t know what you are talking about young man. I am going there
+to take what the law allows me—what I have bought and paid for in the
+open market,” broke in Gray harshly.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, the law allows it to you, and it doesn’t allow me to interfere.
+That is where the law is defective. It is true, too, that you have
+manipulated the market in such a way as to get temporary control of a
+majority of the stock. But that does not affect the fact that my
+father and his friends have the moral right to direct the affairs of
+the Consolidated. Their whole life is bound up in it. You are
+interested simply for speculative purposes. They have earned the right
+to direct its affairs. You haven’t.”</p>
+
+<p>“Such talk is sheer folly. You do not understand finance, sir. You
+have been living outside of the currents of business. The matter is a
+plain business one, not an ethical or sentimental affair at all.”</p>
+
+<p>Halloway’s daring eyes swept whimsically across the table and rested
+momentarily on Katherine. “I am trying to keep it on a business basis
+so that sentiment may not interfere, sir.”</p>
+
+<p>Then Katherine spoke with silken cruelty. “You have a very flattering
+opinion of my father, Mr. Halloway. It makes his daughter proud to
+know that one of such notable achievement thinks so highly of him.”</p>
+
+<p>Halloway bowed, a sardonic smile on his good-looking face. “I can
+hardly expect my course to commend itself to Miss Gray,” he said
+simply.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Katherine’s dark flashing eyes showed their anger at the
+presumption of this lawless, high-handed youth. She had, in company
+with many charming women, a capacity for injustice, but she had, too,
+a quick instinctive appreciation for fine points of character. Her
+feelings were outraged that this young man, who had once wanted to
+marry her and who still held much fascination for her, had taken
+advantage of his position as host to overreach her father. But she was
+very much a creature of moods, and I knew her well enough to fear the
+revulsion which would follow when she began to take into account his
+motive—loyalty to a father who had disowned him. And I was certain
+that even now there was running through her rage an admiration of his
+audacity that would remain when the anger had evaporated.</p>
+
+<p>Just now, however, she treated his remarks in very cavalier fashion.
+The burden of such conversation as there was rested on Halloway. It
+consisted for the most part in genially ironical remarks on the charms
+of an outdoor life. Katherine was aloofly viewing the scenery with
+occasional side-shot glances at the offending youth; I watched events
+in a moody silence, and Corduroy still discussed his dinner some fifty
+yards from us. As for Simon Gray, he sat in a brown study, his eyes
+fixed intently on a syphon he did not see. I wondered what plan was
+filtering into that alert, fertile brain of his.</p>
+
+<p>I was soon to learn. Halloway carried over to Corduroy a bottle of
+ale, and in his absence the Copper King found chance to enlist his
+daughter in the scheme. Presently Miss Katherine strolled leisurely
+toward the cluster of great brown rocks which cropped out near the
+edge of the bluff. She carried a magazine with her.</p>
+
+<p>“You’re not going to run away again, Kate,” Halloway called after her.</p>
+
+<p>She shook her head.</p>
+
+<p>“Word of honor?”</p>
+
+<p>“Word of honor,” she called gaily back to him. “But if you doubt——”</p>
+
+<div id='003' class='mt01 mb01 w003'>
+  <img src='images/illus-003.jpg' alt='' style='width:100%' />
+<p class='caption'>“Word of honor,” she called gaily back to him.</p>
+</div>
+<p>Her smile was an invitation. Halloway did not accept it at once, but,
+plainly eager to be off, stuck to the magnate for a long ten minutes.
+Then, “Hang duty!” he said, and with a word of caution to his
+accomplice, he disappeared after her behind the rocks. His long shadow
+had scarcely trailed out of view before old Gray and a flask of old
+Scotch were laying siege to Corduroy. The task of sapping his loyalty
+was no easy one. It took thirty minutes of argument—of threats,
+cajolery, promises, interspersed with frequent internal applications
+of the contents of the flask—to win him over. There were times when I
+despaired of hooking our shy fish, and even after he had swallowed the
+bait he fought against being landed. Every moment I expected to see
+Halloway’s impudent curly head rising over the brow of the hill. I was
+as nervous as a youngster awaiting a caning, but they don’t make them
+more cool and game than old Gray was. Our joint pocket books happened
+to carry five hundred twenty-five dollars, and it took all we had
+except some silver change to buy a release. But in the end I had the
+satisfaction of seeing the rotund millionaire and Corduroy legging it
+down the hill toward Manitou. I am not going to pretend that I have
+often spent as bad a quarter of an hour as the one which followed,
+during which I saw their figures lessen in the distance. It was not
+until they had reached the red thread of the valley road that I
+breathed freely. I was ready now for the villain to reenter, and, as
+if pat to his cue, the alluring vagabond I had cast for the part
+sauntered into view. He was very much engrossed with his companion,
+and—I noticed it with a pang of envy—she with him. Both of them seemed
+always to radiate health and vitality, but my jaundiced eyes found
+about them now a scarce decently subdued sparkle of exhilaration. They
+were in a world primeval and everybody else forgotten. There have been
+times when I have trod air and breathed champagne myself, but that did
+not make me any less sulky now. I resented to the bottom of my soul
+their Eden from which I was excluded.</p>
+
+<div id='004' class='mt01 mb01 w004'>
+  <img src='images/illus-004.jpg' alt='' style='width:100%' />
+<p class='caption'>“In a world primeval.”</p>
+</div>
+<p>They were almost on me before they wakened to things mundane.</p>
+
+<p>“Hello, Damron!” Halloway looked over the plateau and brought his eyes
+back to me. “Where’s Mr. Gray?” Katherine started and looked guilty. I
+verily believe that till this moment the minx had forgotten she was in
+a conspiracy to worst him.</p>
+
+<p>I pointed to the disappearing specks. “On his way to a telegraph
+office. He is going to have the Consolidated election postponed till
+to-morrow,” I said with malicious triumph.</p>
+
+<p>“What did you do with John?”</p>
+
+<p>“Bought him. You should have stayed here. If you want a thing well
+done, you know!”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh! You seem to have been quite active.” He looked long at the
+figures through a pair of field glasses. “Why didn’t you go along?” he
+asked presently.</p>
+
+<p>“I thought I would stay and break the news of our little surprise to
+you,” I said tartly.</p>
+
+<p>He turned his genial, impudent smile on me. “That was good of you,
+Damron. You deserve something for that.” His eyes met Katherine’s for
+an instant. She nodded, blushing. He tucked her arm under his, and
+they beamed down on me. “We have a little surprise, too. Miss Gray and
+I are engaged to be married. We arranged it while you were buying my
+partner in crime.”</p>
+
+<p>I offered my congratulations with a wooden face.</p>
+
+<p>Katherine has always been able to twist her father round that supple
+little finger of hers. It did not surprise me at all to read in the
+papers two days later that an adjustment of the affairs of the C. C.
+C. had been made satisfactory to the warring factions and that by this
+arrangement President Halloway was allowed to retain his position and
+continue his policy. The breach between Bob Halloway and his father
+was immediately healed. Friends industriously circulated the
+information that the difference had been due merely to the clashing of
+two proud natures which did not understand each other. They point to
+the fact that since his marriage Bob has been in every way equal to
+the business responsibilities of his important position in the
+Consolidated. One understands that he has now entirely sown his wild
+oats. He reaps golden opinions everywhere.</p>
+
+<p>I don’t join in the general chorus much myself—but I’m hanged if I can
+hate him as much as I would like.</p>
+
+<div class="tn">
+  <p style='text-indent:0'>Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in
+  the September 1905 issue of <i>The Red Book Magazine</i>.</p>
+</div>
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook of In the Garden of the Gods, by William
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+Title: In the Garden of the Gods
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+Author: William McLeod Raine
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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK IN THE GARDEN OF THE
+GODS ***
+
+
+                      In the Garden of the Gods
+
+                        By William McLeod Raine
+
+
+When one is in the Garden of the Gods one should be, I suppose, in
+Elysian humor. My mood, to the contrary, for private reasons of my
+own, was thunderous. I lay on my elbow among the kinni-kinic where I
+had flung myself down in the shade of a silver spruce. But the sun was
+higher now, and its rare, untempered beat was on me. Naturally I used
+the shifting orb as a text on the futility of life. What was the use
+of arranging things comfortably when they always disarranged
+themselves as promptly as possible? Now, there was Katherine—
+
+The sound of a revolver cracked into my sombre discontent. Hard on its
+echoes came the slap of running feet, and, as I guessed, the swish of
+petticoats. A raucous command to stop brought me to my feet instantly.
+It also brought the runner to a halt just out of my sight beyond the
+shoulder of the hill.
+
+“I dare you to touch me,” panted a high-pitched voice that struck in
+me a bell of recognition.
+
+“I’m not going to hurt you,” replied he of the hoarse bellow,
+soothingly. “You know that mighty well.”
+
+“If you put a finger on me I’ll cry for help.”
+
+“There wouldn’t anybody hear, Miss,” replied the heavy bass.
+
+“You—you coward!” Her voice was like a whip.
+
+“Oh, you can call me anything you like but you got to go along with
+me, Miss,” he said sullenly.
+
+“I’ll not go a step.”
+
+“I reckon you got to go, lady.”
+
+“May I go, too?” My contribution to the conversation came from the
+knoll just above them.
+
+[Illustration: “My contribution to the conversation came from just
+above them.”]
+
+They whirled as at the press of a button. The man was a huge hulking
+fellow in corduroys, but he did not look the villain by a long shot.
+Indeed, his guileless face, lit with amazement at my words, begged to
+offer a guarantee of honesty. Here certainly was no finished
+desperado. The first glimpse of him relieved my mind. We were in no
+personal danger at least.
+
+“Who in time are you?” he wanted to know.
+
+“Tavis Q. Damron, at your service. And you—since introductions are
+going?”
+
+The young woman—she was a Miss Katherine Gray, stopping at the same
+hotel as I at Manitou—promptly took the opportunity to slip behind my
+back. For me, I was in a glow of triumph. It had not been twenty-four
+hours since Miss Gray had informed me that she meant never to speak
+again to me. And already the favoring gods had brought her to me on
+the run. In my relation I felt myself a match for a score of lowering
+countrymen.
+
+“He shot at me,” she cried over my shoulder.
+
+“It went off accidentally,” protested the man.
+
+“I don’t care. He shot.”
+
+“He’ll not do it again,” I promised, complacently.
+
+My unlucky triumph must have crept into my voice. I felt her appraise
+with deliberate eye my sixty-six scant inches. Nothing “hips” me more
+than an inference that I am short. To be sure, I am not a giant
+physically. Neither was Napoleon.
+
+“I’m sorry not to meet with your approbation,” I said huffily.
+
+“Oh, I did not say that. It would be unjust. You can’t help being
+little,” she was pleased to say, and I swear I heard the chuckle in
+her voice.
+
+“Any more than you can help being offensive when you are in the
+humor.”
+
+“Don’t take it so to heart. You may grow yet. You are very young, you
+know.”
+
+“Perhaps I am _de trop_. Very likely you were looking for somebody
+else when you came galloping down the hill,” I said sulkily.
+
+“I was looking for a man.” Her casual eye swept the valley. Tavis Q.
+Damron really did not appear to be on the map.
+
+“I am certain you will not have to look long,” I assured her with
+excessive politeness.
+
+“Thank you.” She glanced scornfully at me. “I suppose you mean that
+for a compliment? I think it impertinent, if you want to know.”
+
+It was odd how we had almost forgotten the presence of our friend in
+corduroys; yet not so strange either, for he looked the picture of
+awkward indecision, much more the detected schoolboy than the “bad
+man” bandit. His fat, red hand, wandering restlessly about, included
+us in its orbit.
+
+“I say, my man! Put up that gun! You make me nervous,” I barked.
+
+“It might go off again accidentally,” suggested Miss Gray derisively.
+“We can’t risk Mr. Damron’s fainting. I suppose you have no
+restoratives with you, Mr. Corduroy?”
+
+There came a shout from the cliff five hundred feet above. A man
+standing on the edge was beckoning to us.
+
+“Somebody appears to want us to come and to share his beautiful view,”
+I said.
+
+Corduroy’s indecision came to an end. “I guess we better be going
+back, Miss.”
+
+“I thought I understood her to say she did not care to go back,” I
+said, eyeing him steadily.
+
+Corduroy shifted uneasily. “She hadn’t any call to run away. Her
+father’s up there.”
+
+“He’s a prisoner,” explained Miss Gray.
+
+I gasped. “A prisoner?”
+
+“Yes. Mr. Halloway is keeping him on that cliff and won’t let him
+leave,” she said, quite calmly.
+
+“Halloway! Bob Halloway?”
+
+She nodded defiantly. “Yes, Bob Halloway.”
+
+“But—why, the thing is impossible.”
+
+“Isn’t it ridiculous?” She gave a sudden charming smile. “I didn’t
+know the West was so delightfully primitive.”
+
+“Surely one can’t hold up a copper king in that primeval fashion. It
+has to be done on Wall street.” Reflecting on Simon Gray’s probable
+reflections, I smiled. Immediately I regretted my indiscretion. The
+study of Miss Gray’s moods was a continual education. They were
+teaching me just now that she might laugh at that which I might not.
+
+“Isn’t it humorous?” said Miss Gray, a little too sweetly. “Don’t let
+me curb your gayety. He’s only my father.”
+
+Instantly I switched the indecorous mirth from my face. “I don’t see
+how he dares,” I murmured, to bridge the pause.
+
+“Dares! I thought you knew Bob Halloway better,” she said scornfully.
+“He dares anything.”
+
+I did know him better. He would stick at nothing. Whatever else his
+smiling insolence covered, it did not hide any lack of courage to back
+his recklessness. He was the type of man that women find fascinating,
+especially women of the high-spirited, chivalrous order. You know the
+sort of scamp I mean—the kind whose dark, unscrupulous eyes and
+devil-may-care fearlessness draw the poor moths to the singeing flame.
+And though for his unworthiness his father two years before had
+shipped him to a ranch in Colorado and cut him adrift, my resurrected
+suspicions painted him a rival still to be feared. Katherine had liked
+him then; she liked him now. I knew it from the moment when the
+picturesque vagabond galloped up to our hotel two days before and
+offered her his strong brown hand and candid smile.
+
+I meditated. “Of course it is a holdup of some sort. He isn’t doing it
+for fun. What does he want?”
+
+Looking up, I happened to catch Katherine Gray’s eyes. They were
+blushing.
+
+“Oh!” I exclaimed understandingly.
+
+“Nothing of the kind! Don’t be silly, Tavis,” she told me sharply.
+
+“Then I’m hanged if I _can_ understand. I seem to be playing blind
+euchre with my eyes shut. First one finds Miss Katherine Gray,
+daughter and sole heir to Simon Gray, the Copper King, scudding over
+the mountains with Mr. Corduroy’s revolver barking at her.”
+
+“I told you it was accidental,” growled the bass voice. “I couldn’t
+catch her, so I took out my gun to frighten her into stopping.”
+
+“Then one hears that the Copper King himself is viewing scenery he
+does not enjoy, under enforced restraint at the hands of a young man
+who used to lead cotillions with his daughter before he fell into evil
+ways. You know I told you he was a scamp.”
+
+“Don’t be a parrot, Mr. Damron,” Katherine snapped. “I told _you_
+yesterday that I wasn’t interested in your opinion of Mr. Halloway.
+You so often forget that you are not my chaperon.”
+
+“Of course I don’t want to rub it in, but if you had listened to——”
+
+“——Grandmother Damron. Well, I didn’t—and I’m not going to.” Miss
+Gray’s chin was in the air. She wheeled and began to climb the
+hillside.
+
+“Where are you going?” I asked.
+
+She can be very deaf on occasion.
+
+“Oh, up the hill,” she flung over her shoulder in answer to my
+question repeated.
+
+“But you said you weren’t going back.”
+
+“Can’t I change my mind, Grandmother?”
+
+“You don’t need to be rude,” I said sulking.
+
+I toiled in her wake, and Corduroy in mine. The pace she set soon had
+us puffing. Miss Gray is one of those young women who do outdoor
+things better than most men. She never fainted in her life, and nerves
+are a fairy tale to her. It always ruffles my temper and my vanity to
+do a twosome with her at golf.
+
+“Hello, you people! Just in time for lunch. Glad to see you, Damron,”
+sang out Halloway cheerily as we emerged from the aspens into view at
+the rear of the cliff.
+
+A most appealing luncheon was set forth on the white table cloth
+spread on a camp table among the boulders. Halloway, in his shirt
+sleeves, was making coffee, opening cans of deviled ham, unpacking a
+box of fried chicken, and otherwise endeavoring to be several places
+at once. He fell immediately to issuing orders.
+
+“Bring that box of ice with the bottles in it from the wagon, John. I
+say, Damron, do you know how to broil bacon? Well, you’ll never learn
+younger. Shake those coals down and set to work, my son. And don’t let
+the coffee boil over.” His enthusiasm was contagious. I found myself
+obeying him mechanically. “You might unpack the sandwiches, Kate.
+We’re going to have the jolliest little lunch you ever saw. I suspect
+you are hungry. Scudding over these hills is great for the appetite.
+By the way, you made a fine run of it.” He was so genial and friendly
+to her that one could hardly believe he knew that his confederate had
+just brought her back under the menace of his revolver.
+
+Miss Gray probably thought his assurance was akin to cheek. At any
+rate she gave him the full benefit of her un-willowy five foot seven.
+He met with smiling admiration her level indignant eyes; and indeed
+the girl’s long curves, her frank good looks, her flashing sunburnt
+beauty, had led captive many a man’s fancy. Turning on her heel, she
+joined her father. Simon Gray, multimillionaire, was seated morosely
+on a rock, frowning down into the Garden of the Gods with blazing
+eyes. Far below a dozen dwarfed carriages might be seen wheeling along
+the red ribbon of road, and many burros with tourists on their backs
+crawled like ants among the rocks, but for all practical purposes the
+grim-eyed captain of industry was as much a prisoner as if the gates
+of a jail had closed on him.
+
+His dignity was too precious to be risked in a futile attempt to
+escape from the long-legged powerful young athlete. Possibly it was
+because I was so interested in the situation that I burnt the bacon to
+a crisp. Miss Grey, with one of her sudden changes of humor, drove me
+from the fire and broiled the bacon herself. The truth is that despite
+her frowns the girl was enjoying herself hugely. The excitement of a
+new experience filliped through her blood.
+
+I joined Mr. Gray and we conversed in whispers. He explained to me the
+absolute necessity of his being in Denver that afternoon to attend an
+important meeting of the Copper Consolidated Corporation. It was the
+day of the biennial election of officers. He had bought Consolidated
+stock sufficient to win the control from the present management, but
+without his presence or his proxies the old management would still be
+able to carry the election and reinstate itself. James Halloway was
+president of the Consolidated, and the two men had been fighting for
+control more years than one.
+
+“Last call for dinner in the dining car,” sang out Halloway, and
+notwithstanding our lack of harmony the sharp air of the Rockies had
+made us hungry enough to sink, for the moment, at least, all
+differences. Halloway, easy, alert, and masterful, dispensed
+refreshments with debonair hospitality to his unwilling guests.
+
+“Finest bacon I ever ate. It would be a pleasure to have you for a
+housekeeper, Miss Gray,” our host tossed out audaciously.
+
+“You are such a good provider, Mr. Halloway, that I am sure it would
+be a pleasure to be your housekeeper,” returned Miss Gray demurely.
+
+“And if I neglected my duties you could always send your man out to
+shoot at me.”
+
+[Illustration: “And if I neglected my duties you could always send a
+man out to shoot me.”]
+
+“Ah! That only shows my solicitude to detain you. One couldn’t bear
+the idea of having you leave our party, and yet one couldn’t in common
+politeness desert Mr. Gray to follow you. It remained only to send a
+message via John requesting you to return.”
+
+“Well, he delivered it,” the girl said, dimpling reminiscently.
+
+Halloway smiled. “I’m afraid John is a little abrupt sometimes.”
+
+Her eyes mocked him boldly. “In your profession of highwayman,
+abruptness, one would think, might sometimes be essential.”
+
+“It was cruel of you to desert us without warning,” he said, ignoring
+her irony.
+
+“I went to get help.”
+
+“That was good of you, but we did not really need it,” he returned,
+misunderstanding her promptly. “Though of course we are very glad to
+have Damron with us.”
+
+“I suppose you know that it will be a criminal offense to keep Mr.
+Gray here till night as you threaten. You invited him here to a
+picnic. You have no right to detain him a moment longer than he
+desires. Your outrageous course is very much against the law, Mr.
+Halloway,” I said stiffly.
+
+He looked politely interested. “Is it? No, I didn’t know just how
+illegal it was. Of course I guessed I was skating on thin ice, but the
+truth is that I didn’t get legal advice. That shows the advantage of
+having a lawyer along when one goes buccaneering. How much could they
+give me, Damron?”
+
+“You’ll not think it so much of a joke when you are behind the bars.”
+
+“No, I daresay not. I expect I would better enjoy it while I have the
+opportunity. Try one of these peaches, Miss Gray.” He leaned against a
+rock and smoked the placid post-prandial cigar of him whose soul is at
+peace. I, too, had lit up, but my mind was far from equable. I was
+possessed by the vision of a headlong generous girl under the
+fascination of this charming young vagabond. Yet I confess that for
+myself I admired as much as I disliked his dare-devil indifference to
+consequences, though for the life of me I could not guess what his
+game was or how it could advantage him to detain the Copper King on
+this mountain top against his will.
+
+He expounded his easy philosophy with airy candor. “After all, laws
+are made for man, not man for the laws. Mr. Gray is a capitalist, and
+he can tell you that laws are to be obeyed with discretion. There
+would not be any use in having them if somebody did not break them
+occasionally. Well, this is my day off. I’m playing ping-pong with the
+statutes of Colorado”
+
+“But why?” I demanded. “What good does it do you?”
+
+“Oh come, Damron! Mayn’t I have a secret or two of my own? I don’t
+suppose you ever explained publicly just why you happen to be spending
+your vacation in Colorado instead of Timbuctoo.”
+
+I fear I blushed. Glancing covertly at my reason, I found it the
+fairest under the sun, but too present to admit of discussion.
+
+Suddenly Simon Gray cut crisply into the talk for the first time.
+
+“Of course I understand why you are holding me here, Halloway. You are
+working under instructions from your father to keep me until after the
+election this afternoon. But the thing is too barefaced. It won’t hold
+in law. It’s a conspiracy.”
+
+Halloway’s masterful eves looked straight at him.
+
+“I have not seen or heard from my father in two years, Mr. Gray. He
+does not have anything to do with his scalawag son. You do not need to
+look beyond me to place the responsibility for this. But you’re right
+in one thing. I intend that you shall not reach Denver in time for the
+Copper Consolidated meeting.”
+
+They were both dominant men, and their eyes met like the flash of
+steel.
+
+“No? Why not?” asked Gray quietly, his lids narrowing to long watchful
+slits.
+
+“Because you are going there to take what doesn’t belong to you—to
+vote away from my father and his associates the control of a business
+which they have given twenty years of their lives to build. Theirs is
+a legitimate business enterprise. They developed and extended it
+gradually. It grew to be a big thing. Then you took a fancy for
+copper. You——”
+
+“You don’t know what you are talking about young man. I am going there
+to take what the law allows me—what I have bought and paid for in the
+open market,” broke in Gray harshly.
+
+“Yes, the law allows it to you, and it doesn’t allow me to interfere.
+That is where the law is defective. It is true, too, that you have
+manipulated the market in such a way as to get temporary control of a
+majority of the stock. But that does not affect the fact that my
+father and his friends have the moral right to direct the affairs of
+the Consolidated. Their whole life is bound up in it. You are
+interested simply for speculative purposes. They have earned the right
+to direct its affairs. You haven’t.”
+
+“Such talk is sheer folly. You do not understand finance, sir. You
+have been living outside of the currents of business. The matter is a
+plain business one, not an ethical or sentimental affair at all.”
+
+Halloway’s daring eyes swept whimsically across the table and rested
+momentarily on Katherine. “I am trying to keep it on a business basis
+so that sentiment may not interfere, sir.”
+
+Then Katherine spoke with silken cruelty. “You have a very flattering
+opinion of my father, Mr. Halloway. It makes his daughter proud to
+know that one of such notable achievement thinks so highly of him.”
+
+Halloway bowed, a sardonic smile on his good-looking face. “I can
+hardly expect my course to commend itself to Miss Gray,” he said
+simply.
+
+Miss Katherine’s dark flashing eyes showed their anger at the
+presumption of this lawless, high-handed youth. She had, in company
+with many charming women, a capacity for injustice, but she had, too,
+a quick instinctive appreciation for fine points of character. Her
+feelings were outraged that this young man, who had once wanted to
+marry her and who still held much fascination for her, had taken
+advantage of his position as host to overreach her father. But she was
+very much a creature of moods, and I knew her well enough to fear the
+revulsion which would follow when she began to take into account his
+motive—loyalty to a father who had disowned him. And I was certain
+that even now there was running through her rage an admiration of his
+audacity that would remain when the anger had evaporated.
+
+Just now, however, she treated his remarks in very cavalier fashion.
+The burden of such conversation as there was rested on Halloway. It
+consisted for the most part in genially ironical remarks on the charms
+of an outdoor life. Katherine was aloofly viewing the scenery with
+occasional side-shot glances at the offending youth; I watched events
+in a moody silence, and Corduroy still discussed his dinner some fifty
+yards from us. As for Simon Gray, he sat in a brown study, his eyes
+fixed intently on a syphon he did not see. I wondered what plan was
+filtering into that alert, fertile brain of his.
+
+I was soon to learn. Halloway carried over to Corduroy a bottle of
+ale, and in his absence the Copper King found chance to enlist his
+daughter in the scheme. Presently Miss Katherine strolled leisurely
+toward the cluster of great brown rocks which cropped out near the
+edge of the bluff. She carried a magazine with her.
+
+“You’re not going to run away again, Kate,” Halloway called after her.
+
+She shook her head.
+
+“Word of honor?”
+
+“Word of honor,” she called gaily back to him. “But if you doubt——”
+
+[Illustration: “Word of honor,” she called gaily back to him.]
+
+Her smile was an invitation. Halloway did not accept it at once, but,
+plainly eager to be off, stuck to the magnate for a long ten minutes.
+Then, “Hang duty!” he said, and with a word of caution to his
+accomplice, he disappeared after her behind the rocks. His long shadow
+had scarcely trailed out of view before old Gray and a flask of old
+Scotch were laying siege to Corduroy. The task of sapping his loyalty
+was no easy one. It took thirty minutes of argument—of threats,
+cajolery, promises, interspersed with frequent internal applications
+of the contents of the flask—to win him over. There were times when I
+despaired of hooking our shy fish, and even after he had swallowed the
+bait he fought against being landed. Every moment I expected to see
+Halloway’s impudent curly head rising over the brow of the hill. I was
+as nervous as a youngster awaiting a caning, but they don’t make them
+more cool and game than old Gray was. Our joint pocket books happened
+to carry five hundred twenty-five dollars, and it took all we had
+except some silver change to buy a release. But in the end I had the
+satisfaction of seeing the rotund millionaire and Corduroy legging it
+down the hill toward Manitou. I am not going to pretend that I have
+often spent as bad a quarter of an hour as the one which followed,
+during which I saw their figures lessen in the distance. It was not
+until they had reached the red thread of the valley road that I
+breathed freely. I was ready now for the villain to reenter, and, as
+if pat to his cue, the alluring vagabond I had cast for the part
+sauntered into view. He was very much engrossed with his companion,
+and—I noticed it with a pang of envy—she with him. Both of them seemed
+always to radiate health and vitality, but my jaundiced eyes found
+about them now a scarce decently subdued sparkle of exhilaration. They
+were in a world primeval and everybody else forgotten. There have been
+times when I have trod air and breathed champagne myself, but that did
+not make me any less sulky now. I resented to the bottom of my soul
+their Eden from which I was excluded.
+
+[Illustration: “In a world primeval.”]
+
+They were almost on me before they wakened to things mundane.
+
+“Hello, Damron!” Halloway looked over the plateau and brought his eyes
+back to me. “Where’s Mr. Gray?” Katherine started and looked guilty. I
+verily believe that till this moment the minx had forgotten she was in
+a conspiracy to worst him.
+
+I pointed to the disappearing specks. “On his way to a telegraph
+office. He is going to have the Consolidated election postponed till
+to-morrow,” I said with malicious triumph.
+
+“What did you do with John?”
+
+“Bought him. You should have stayed here. If you want a thing well
+done, you know!”
+
+“Oh! You seem to have been quite active.” He looked long at the
+figures through a pair of field glasses. “Why didn’t you go along?” he
+asked presently.
+
+“I thought I would stay and break the news of our little surprise to
+you,” I said tartly.
+
+He turned his genial, impudent smile on me. “That was good of you,
+Damron. You deserve something for that.” His eyes met Katherine’s for
+an instant. She nodded, blushing. He tucked her arm under his, and
+they beamed down on me. “We have a little surprise, too. Miss Gray and
+I are engaged to be married. We arranged it while you were buying my
+partner in crime.”
+
+I offered my congratulations with a wooden face.
+
+Katherine has always been able to twist her father round that supple
+little finger of hers. It did not surprise me at all to read in the
+papers two days later that an adjustment of the affairs of the C. C.
+C. had been made satisfactory to the warring factions and that by this
+arrangement President Halloway was allowed to retain his position and
+continue his policy. The breach between Bob Halloway and his father
+was immediately healed. Friends industriously circulated the
+information that the difference had been due merely to the clashing of
+two proud natures which did not understand each other. They point to
+the fact that since his marriage Bob has been in every way equal to
+the business responsibilities of his important position in the
+Consolidated. One understands that he has now entirely sown his wild
+oats. He reaps golden opinions everywhere.
+
+I don’t join in the general chorus much myself—but I’m hanged if I can
+hate him as much as I would like.
+
+
+[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the September 1905 issue of
+The Red Book Magazine.]
+
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+<h1 style='margin-bottom:0.7em;'>In the Garden of the Gods </h1>
+</div>
+<div style='text-align:center; font-size:0.9em; margin-bottom:2em'>BY WILLIAM McLEOD RAINE</div>
+<p>When one is in the Garden of the Gods one should be, I suppose, in
+Elysian humor. My mood, to the contrary, for private reasons of my
+own, was thunderous. I lay on my elbow among the kinni-kinic where I
+had flung myself down in the shade of a silver spruce. But the sun was
+higher now, and its rare, untempered beat was on me. Naturally I used
+the shifting orb as a text on the futility of life. What was the use
+of arranging things comfortably when they always disarranged
+themselves as promptly as possible? Now, there was Katherine—</p>
+
+<p>The sound of a revolver cracked into my sombre discontent. Hard on its
+echoes came the slap of running feet, and, as I guessed, the swish of
+petticoats. A raucous command to stop brought me to my feet instantly.
+It also brought the runner to a halt just out of my sight beyond the
+shoulder of the hill.</p>
+
+<p>“I dare you to touch me,” panted a high-pitched voice that struck in
+me a bell of recognition.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m not going to hurt you,” replied he of the hoarse bellow,
+soothingly. “You know that mighty well.”</p>
+
+<p>“If you put a finger on me I’ll cry for help.”</p>
+
+<p>“There wouldn’t anybody hear, Miss,” replied the heavy bass.</p>
+
+<p>“You—you coward!” Her voice was like a whip.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, you can call me anything you like but you got to go along with
+me, Miss,” he said sullenly.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll not go a step.”</p>
+
+<p>“I reckon you got to go, lady.”</p>
+
+<p>“May I go, too?” My contribution to the conversation came from the
+knoll just above them.</p>
+
+<div id='001' class='mt01 mb01 w001'>
+  <img src='images/illus-001.jpg' alt='' style='width:100%' />
+<p class='caption'>“My contribution to the conversation came from just above them.”</p>
+</div>
+<p>They whirled as at the press of a button. The man was a huge hulking
+fellow in corduroys, but he did not look the villain by a long shot.
+Indeed, his guileless face, lit with amazement at my words, begged to
+offer a guarantee of honesty. Here certainly was no finished
+desperado. The first glimpse of him relieved my mind. We were in no
+personal danger at least.</p>
+
+<p>“Who in time are you?” he wanted to know.</p>
+
+<p>“Tavis Q. Damron, at your service. And you—since introductions are
+going?”</p>
+
+<p>The young woman—she was a Miss Katherine Gray, stopping at the same
+hotel as I at Manitou—promptly took the opportunity to slip behind my
+back. For me, I was in a glow of triumph. It had not been twenty-four
+hours since Miss Gray had informed me that she meant never to speak
+again to me. And already the favoring gods had brought her to me on
+the run. In my relation I felt myself a match for a score of lowering
+countrymen.</p>
+
+<p>“He shot at me,” she cried over my shoulder.</p>
+
+<p>“It went off accidentally,” protested the man.</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t care. He shot.”</p>
+
+<p>“He’ll not do it again,” I promised, complacently.</p>
+
+<p>My unlucky triumph must have crept into my voice. I felt her appraise
+with deliberate eye my sixty-six scant inches. Nothing “hips” me more
+than an inference that I am short. To be sure, I am not a giant
+physically. Neither was Napoleon.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m sorry not to meet with your approbation,” I said huffily.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, I did not say that. It would be unjust. You can’t help being
+little,” she was pleased to say, and I swear I heard the chuckle in
+her voice.</p>
+
+<p>“Any more than you can help being offensive when you are in the
+humor.”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t take it so to heart. You may grow yet. You are very young, you
+know.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps I am <i>de trop</i>. Very likely you were looking for somebody
+else when you came galloping down the hill,” I said sulkily.</p>
+
+<p>“I was looking for a man.” Her casual eye swept the valley. Tavis Q.
+Damron really did not appear to be on the map.</p>
+
+<p>“I am certain you will not have to look long,” I assured her with
+excessive politeness.</p>
+
+<p>“Thank you.” She glanced scornfully at me. “I suppose you mean that
+for a compliment? I think it impertinent, if you want to know.”</p>
+
+<p>It was odd how we had almost forgotten the presence of our friend in
+corduroys; yet not so strange either, for he looked the picture of
+awkward indecision, much more the detected schoolboy than the “bad
+man” bandit. His fat, red hand, wandering restlessly about, included
+us in its orbit.</p>
+
+<p>“I say, my man! Put up that gun! You make me nervous,” I barked.</p>
+
+<p>“It might go off again accidentally,” suggested Miss Gray derisively.
+“We can’t risk Mr. Damron’s fainting. I suppose you have no
+restoratives with you, Mr. Corduroy?”</p>
+
+<p>There came a shout from the cliff five hundred feet above. A man
+standing on the edge was beckoning to us.</p>
+
+<p>“Somebody appears to want us to come and to share his beautiful view,”
+I said.</p>
+
+<p>Corduroy’s indecision came to an end. “I guess we better be going
+back, Miss.”</p>
+
+<p>“I thought I understood her to say she did not care to go back,” I
+said, eyeing him steadily.</p>
+
+<p>Corduroy shifted uneasily. “She hadn’t any call to run away. Her
+father’s up there.”</p>
+
+<p>“He’s a prisoner,” explained Miss Gray.</p>
+
+<p>I gasped. “A prisoner?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes. Mr. Halloway is keeping him on that cliff and won’t let him
+leave,” she said, quite calmly.</p>
+
+<p>“Halloway! Bob Halloway?”</p>
+
+<p>She nodded defiantly. “Yes, Bob Halloway.”</p>
+
+<p>“But—why, the thing is impossible.”</p>
+
+<p>“Isn’t it ridiculous?” She gave a sudden charming smile. “I didn’t
+know the West was so delightfully primitive.”</p>
+
+<p>“Surely one can’t hold up a copper king in that primeval fashion. It
+has to be done on Wall street.” Reflecting on Simon Gray’s probable
+reflections, I smiled. Immediately I regretted my indiscretion. The
+study of Miss Gray’s moods was a continual education. They were
+teaching me just now that she might laugh at that which I might not.</p>
+
+<p>“Isn’t it humorous?” said Miss Gray, a little too sweetly. “Don’t let
+me curb your gayety. He’s only my father.”</p>
+
+<p>Instantly I switched the indecorous mirth from my face. “I don’t see
+how he dares,” I murmured, to bridge the pause.</p>
+
+<p>“Dares! I thought you knew Bob Halloway better,” she said scornfully.
+“He dares anything.”</p>
+
+<p>I did know him better. He would stick at nothing. Whatever else his
+smiling insolence covered, it did not hide any lack of courage to back
+his recklessness. He was the type of man that women find fascinating,
+especially women of the high-spirited, chivalrous order. You know the
+sort of scamp I mean—the kind whose dark, unscrupulous eyes and
+devil-may-care fearlessness draw the poor moths to the singeing flame.
+And though for his unworthiness his father two years before had
+shipped him to a ranch in Colorado and cut him adrift, my resurrected
+suspicions painted him a rival still to be feared. Katherine had liked
+him then; she liked him now. I knew it from the moment when the
+picturesque vagabond galloped up to our hotel two days before and
+offered her his strong brown hand and candid smile.</p>
+
+<p>I meditated. “Of course it is a holdup of some sort. He isn’t doing it
+for fun. What does he want?”</p>
+
+<p>Looking up, I happened to catch Katherine Gray’s eyes. They were
+blushing.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh!” I exclaimed understandingly.</p>
+
+<p>“Nothing of the kind! Don’t be silly, Tavis,” she told me sharply.</p>
+
+<p>“Then I’m hanged if I <i>can</i> understand. I seem to be playing blind
+euchre with my eyes shut. First one finds Miss Katherine Gray,
+daughter and sole heir to Simon Gray, the Copper King, scudding over
+the mountains with Mr. Corduroy’s revolver barking at her.”</p>
+
+<p>“I told you it was accidental,” growled the bass voice. “I couldn’t
+catch her, so I took out my gun to frighten her into stopping.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then one hears that the Copper King himself is viewing scenery he
+does not enjoy, under enforced restraint at the hands of a young man
+who used to lead cotillions with his daughter before he fell into evil
+ways. You know I told you he was a scamp.”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t be a parrot, Mr. Damron,” Katherine snapped. “I told <i>you</i>
+yesterday that I wasn’t interested in your opinion of Mr. Halloway.
+You so often forget that you are not my chaperon.”</p>
+
+<p>“Of course I don’t want to rub it in, but if you had listened to——”</p>
+
+<p>“——Grandmother Damron. Well, I didn’t—and I’m not going to.” Miss
+Gray’s chin was in the air. She wheeled and began to climb the
+hillside.</p>
+
+<p>“Where are you going?” I asked.</p>
+
+<p>She can be very deaf on occasion.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, up the hill,” she flung over her shoulder in answer to my
+question repeated.</p>
+
+<p>“But you said you weren’t going back.”</p>
+
+<p>“Can’t I change my mind, Grandmother?”</p>
+
+<p>“You don’t need to be rude,” I said sulking.</p>
+
+<p>I toiled in her wake, and Corduroy in mine. The pace she set soon had
+us puffing. Miss Gray is one of those young women who do outdoor
+things better than most men. She never fainted in her life, and nerves
+are a fairy tale to her. It always ruffles my temper and my vanity to
+do a twosome with her at golf.</p>
+
+<p>“Hello, you people! Just in time for lunch. Glad to see you, Damron,”
+sang out Halloway cheerily as we emerged from the aspens into view at
+the rear of the cliff.</p>
+
+<p>A most appealing luncheon was set forth on the white table cloth
+spread on a camp table among the boulders. Halloway, in his shirt
+sleeves, was making coffee, opening cans of deviled ham, unpacking a
+box of fried chicken, and otherwise endeavoring to be several places
+at once. He fell immediately to issuing orders.</p>
+
+<p>“Bring that box of ice with the bottles in it from the wagon, John. I
+say, Damron, do you know how to broil bacon? Well, you’ll never learn
+younger. Shake those coals down and set to work, my son. And don’t let
+the coffee boil over.” His enthusiasm was contagious. I found myself
+obeying him mechanically. “You might unpack the sandwiches, Kate.
+We’re going to have the jolliest little lunch you ever saw. I suspect
+you are hungry. Scudding over these hills is great for the appetite.
+By the way, you made a fine run of it.” He was so genial and friendly
+to her that one could hardly believe he knew that his confederate had
+just brought her back under the menace of his revolver.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Gray probably thought his assurance was akin to cheek. At any
+rate she gave him the full benefit of her un-willowy five foot seven.
+He met with smiling admiration her level indignant eyes; and indeed
+the girl’s long curves, her frank good looks, her flashing sunburnt
+beauty, had led captive many a man’s fancy. Turning on her heel, she
+joined her father. Simon Gray, multimillionaire, was seated morosely
+on a rock, frowning down into the Garden of the Gods with blazing
+eyes. Far below a dozen dwarfed carriages might be seen wheeling along
+the red ribbon of road, and many burros with tourists on their backs
+crawled like ants among the rocks, but for all practical purposes the
+grim-eyed captain of industry was as much a prisoner as if the gates
+of a jail had closed on him.</p>
+
+<p>His dignity was too precious to be risked in a futile attempt to
+escape from the long-legged powerful young athlete. Possibly it was
+because I was so interested in the situation that I burnt the bacon to
+a crisp. Miss Grey, with one of her sudden changes of humor, drove me
+from the fire and broiled the bacon herself. The truth is that despite
+her frowns the girl was enjoying herself hugely. The excitement of a
+new experience filliped through her blood.</p>
+
+<p>I joined Mr. Gray and we conversed in whispers. He explained to me the
+absolute necessity of his being in Denver that afternoon to attend an
+important meeting of the Copper Consolidated Corporation. It was the
+day of the biennial election of officers. He had bought Consolidated
+stock sufficient to win the control from the present management, but
+without his presence or his proxies the old management would still be
+able to carry the election and reinstate itself. James Halloway was
+president of the Consolidated, and the two men had been fighting for
+control more years than one.</p>
+
+<p>“Last call for dinner in the dining car,” sang out Halloway, and
+notwithstanding our lack of harmony the sharp air of the Rockies had
+made us hungry enough to sink, for the moment, at least, all
+differences. Halloway, easy, alert, and masterful, dispensed
+refreshments with debonair hospitality to his unwilling guests.</p>
+
+<p>“Finest bacon I ever ate. It would be a pleasure to have you for a
+housekeeper, Miss Gray,” our host tossed out audaciously.</p>
+
+<p>“You are such a good provider, Mr. Halloway, that I am sure it would
+be a pleasure to be your housekeeper,” returned Miss Gray demurely.</p>
+
+<p>“And if I neglected my duties you could always send your man out to
+shoot at me.”</p>
+
+<div id='002' class='mt01 mb01 w002'>
+  <img src='images/illus-002.jpg' alt='' style='width:100%' />
+<p class='caption'>“And if I neglected my duties you could always send a man out to shoot me.”</p>
+</div>
+<p>“Ah! That only shows my solicitude to detain you. One couldn’t bear
+the idea of having you leave our party, and yet one couldn’t in common
+politeness desert Mr. Gray to follow you. It remained only to send a
+message via John requesting you to return.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, he delivered it,” the girl said, dimpling reminiscently.</p>
+
+<p>Halloway smiled. “I’m afraid John is a little abrupt sometimes.”</p>
+
+<p>Her eyes mocked him boldly. “In your profession of highwayman,
+abruptness, one would think, might sometimes be essential.”</p>
+
+<p>“It was cruel of you to desert us without warning,” he said, ignoring
+her irony.</p>
+
+<p>“I went to get help.”</p>
+
+<p>“That was good of you, but we did not really need it,” he returned,
+misunderstanding her promptly. “Though of course we are very glad to
+have Damron with us.”</p>
+
+<p>“I suppose you know that it will be a criminal offense to keep Mr.
+Gray here till night as you threaten. You invited him here to a
+picnic. You have no right to detain him a moment longer than he
+desires. Your outrageous course is very much against the law, Mr.
+Halloway,” I said stiffly.</p>
+
+<p>He looked politely interested. “Is it? No, I didn’t know just how
+illegal it was. Of course I guessed I was skating on thin ice, but the
+truth is that I didn’t get legal advice. That shows the advantage of
+having a lawyer along when one goes buccaneering. How much could they
+give me, Damron?”</p>
+
+<p>“You’ll not think it so much of a joke when you are behind the bars.”</p>
+
+<p>“No, I daresay not. I expect I would better enjoy it while I have the
+opportunity. Try one of these peaches, Miss Gray.” He leaned against a
+rock and smoked the placid post-prandial cigar of him whose soul is at
+peace. I, too, had lit up, but my mind was far from equable. I was
+possessed by the vision of a headlong generous girl under the
+fascination of this charming young vagabond. Yet I confess that for
+myself I admired as much as I disliked his dare-devil indifference to
+consequences, though for the life of me I could not guess what his
+game was or how it could advantage him to detain the Copper King on
+this mountain top against his will.</p>
+
+<p>He expounded his easy philosophy with airy candor. “After all, laws
+are made for man, not man for the laws. Mr. Gray is a capitalist, and
+he can tell you that laws are to be obeyed with discretion. There
+would not be any use in having them if somebody did not break them
+occasionally. Well, this is my day off. I’m playing ping-pong with the
+statutes of Colorado”</p>
+
+<p>“But why?” I demanded. “What good does it do you?”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh come, Damron! Mayn’t I have a secret or two of my own? I don’t
+suppose you ever explained publicly just why you happen to be spending
+your vacation in Colorado instead of Timbuctoo.”</p>
+
+<p>I fear I blushed. Glancing covertly at my reason, I found it the
+fairest under the sun, but too present to admit of discussion.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly Simon Gray cut crisply into the talk for the first time.</p>
+
+<p>“Of course I understand why you are holding me here, Halloway. You are
+working under instructions from your father to keep me until after the
+election this afternoon. But the thing is too barefaced. It won’t hold
+in law. It’s a conspiracy.”</p>
+
+<p>Halloway’s masterful eves looked straight at him.</p>
+
+<p>“I have not seen or heard from my father in two years, Mr. Gray. He
+does not have anything to do with his scalawag son. You do not need to
+look beyond me to place the responsibility for this. But you’re right
+in one thing. I intend that you shall not reach Denver in time for the
+Copper Consolidated meeting.”</p>
+
+<p>They were both dominant men, and their eyes met like the flash of
+steel.</p>
+
+<p>“No? Why not?” asked Gray quietly, his lids narrowing to long watchful
+slits.</p>
+
+<p>“Because you are going there to take what doesn’t belong to you—to
+vote away from my father and his associates the control of a business
+which they have given twenty years of their lives to build. Theirs is
+a legitimate business enterprise. They developed and extended it
+gradually. It grew to be a big thing. Then you took a fancy for
+copper. You——”</p>
+
+<p>“You don’t know what you are talking about young man. I am going there
+to take what the law allows me—what I have bought and paid for in the
+open market,” broke in Gray harshly.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, the law allows it to you, and it doesn’t allow me to interfere.
+That is where the law is defective. It is true, too, that you have
+manipulated the market in such a way as to get temporary control of a
+majority of the stock. But that does not affect the fact that my
+father and his friends have the moral right to direct the affairs of
+the Consolidated. Their whole life is bound up in it. You are
+interested simply for speculative purposes. They have earned the right
+to direct its affairs. You haven’t.”</p>
+
+<p>“Such talk is sheer folly. You do not understand finance, sir. You
+have been living outside of the currents of business. The matter is a
+plain business one, not an ethical or sentimental affair at all.”</p>
+
+<p>Halloway’s daring eyes swept whimsically across the table and rested
+momentarily on Katherine. “I am trying to keep it on a business basis
+so that sentiment may not interfere, sir.”</p>
+
+<p>Then Katherine spoke with silken cruelty. “You have a very flattering
+opinion of my father, Mr. Halloway. It makes his daughter proud to
+know that one of such notable achievement thinks so highly of him.”</p>
+
+<p>Halloway bowed, a sardonic smile on his good-looking face. “I can
+hardly expect my course to commend itself to Miss Gray,” he said
+simply.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Katherine’s dark flashing eyes showed their anger at the
+presumption of this lawless, high-handed youth. She had, in company
+with many charming women, a capacity for injustice, but she had, too,
+a quick instinctive appreciation for fine points of character. Her
+feelings were outraged that this young man, who had once wanted to
+marry her and who still held much fascination for her, had taken
+advantage of his position as host to overreach her father. But she was
+very much a creature of moods, and I knew her well enough to fear the
+revulsion which would follow when she began to take into account his
+motive—loyalty to a father who had disowned him. And I was certain
+that even now there was running through her rage an admiration of his
+audacity that would remain when the anger had evaporated.</p>
+
+<p>Just now, however, she treated his remarks in very cavalier fashion.
+The burden of such conversation as there was rested on Halloway. It
+consisted for the most part in genially ironical remarks on the charms
+of an outdoor life. Katherine was aloofly viewing the scenery with
+occasional side-shot glances at the offending youth; I watched events
+in a moody silence, and Corduroy still discussed his dinner some fifty
+yards from us. As for Simon Gray, he sat in a brown study, his eyes
+fixed intently on a syphon he did not see. I wondered what plan was
+filtering into that alert, fertile brain of his.</p>
+
+<p>I was soon to learn. Halloway carried over to Corduroy a bottle of
+ale, and in his absence the Copper King found chance to enlist his
+daughter in the scheme. Presently Miss Katherine strolled leisurely
+toward the cluster of great brown rocks which cropped out near the
+edge of the bluff. She carried a magazine with her.</p>
+
+<p>“You’re not going to run away again, Kate,” Halloway called after her.</p>
+
+<p>She shook her head.</p>
+
+<p>“Word of honor?”</p>
+
+<p>“Word of honor,” she called gaily back to him. “But if you doubt——”</p>
+
+<div id='003' class='mt01 mb01 w003'>
+  <img src='images/illus-003.jpg' alt='' style='width:100%' />
+<p class='caption'>“Word of honor,” she called gaily back to him.</p>
+</div>
+<p>Her smile was an invitation. Halloway did not accept it at once, but,
+plainly eager to be off, stuck to the magnate for a long ten minutes.
+Then, “Hang duty!” he said, and with a word of caution to his
+accomplice, he disappeared after her behind the rocks. His long shadow
+had scarcely trailed out of view before old Gray and a flask of old
+Scotch were laying siege to Corduroy. The task of sapping his loyalty
+was no easy one. It took thirty minutes of argument—of threats,
+cajolery, promises, interspersed with frequent internal applications
+of the contents of the flask—to win him over. There were times when I
+despaired of hooking our shy fish, and even after he had swallowed the
+bait he fought against being landed. Every moment I expected to see
+Halloway’s impudent curly head rising over the brow of the hill. I was
+as nervous as a youngster awaiting a caning, but they don’t make them
+more cool and game than old Gray was. Our joint pocket books happened
+to carry five hundred twenty-five dollars, and it took all we had
+except some silver change to buy a release. But in the end I had the
+satisfaction of seeing the rotund millionaire and Corduroy legging it
+down the hill toward Manitou. I am not going to pretend that I have
+often spent as bad a quarter of an hour as the one which followed,
+during which I saw their figures lessen in the distance. It was not
+until they had reached the red thread of the valley road that I
+breathed freely. I was ready now for the villain to reenter, and, as
+if pat to his cue, the alluring vagabond I had cast for the part
+sauntered into view. He was very much engrossed with his companion,
+and—I noticed it with a pang of envy—she with him. Both of them seemed
+always to radiate health and vitality, but my jaundiced eyes found
+about them now a scarce decently subdued sparkle of exhilaration. They
+were in a world primeval and everybody else forgotten. There have been
+times when I have trod air and breathed champagne myself, but that did
+not make me any less sulky now. I resented to the bottom of my soul
+their Eden from which I was excluded.</p>
+
+<div id='004' class='mt01 mb01 w004'>
+  <img src='images/illus-004.jpg' alt='' style='width:100%' />
+<p class='caption'>“In a world primeval.”</p>
+</div>
+<p>They were almost on me before they wakened to things mundane.</p>
+
+<p>“Hello, Damron!” Halloway looked over the plateau and brought his eyes
+back to me. “Where’s Mr. Gray?” Katherine started and looked guilty. I
+verily believe that till this moment the minx had forgotten she was in
+a conspiracy to worst him.</p>
+
+<p>I pointed to the disappearing specks. “On his way to a telegraph
+office. He is going to have the Consolidated election postponed till
+to-morrow,” I said with malicious triumph.</p>
+
+<p>“What did you do with John?”</p>
+
+<p>“Bought him. You should have stayed here. If you want a thing well
+done, you know!”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh! You seem to have been quite active.” He looked long at the
+figures through a pair of field glasses. “Why didn’t you go along?” he
+asked presently.</p>
+
+<p>“I thought I would stay and break the news of our little surprise to
+you,” I said tartly.</p>
+
+<p>He turned his genial, impudent smile on me. “That was good of you,
+Damron. You deserve something for that.” His eyes met Katherine’s for
+an instant. She nodded, blushing. He tucked her arm under his, and
+they beamed down on me. “We have a little surprise, too. Miss Gray and
+I are engaged to be married. We arranged it while you were buying my
+partner in crime.”</p>
+
+<p>I offered my congratulations with a wooden face.</p>
+
+<p>Katherine has always been able to twist her father round that supple
+little finger of hers. It did not surprise me at all to read in the
+papers two days later that an adjustment of the affairs of the C. C.
+C. had been made satisfactory to the warring factions and that by this
+arrangement President Halloway was allowed to retain his position and
+continue his policy. The breach between Bob Halloway and his father
+was immediately healed. Friends industriously circulated the
+information that the difference had been due merely to the clashing of
+two proud natures which did not understand each other. They point to
+the fact that since his marriage Bob has been in every way equal to
+the business responsibilities of his important position in the
+Consolidated. One understands that he has now entirely sown his wild
+oats. He reaps golden opinions everywhere.</p>
+
+<p>I don’t join in the general chorus much myself—but I’m hanged if I can
+hate him as much as I would like.</p>
+
+<div class="tn">
+  <p style='text-indent:0'>Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in
+  the September 1905 issue of <i>The Red Book Magazine</i>.</p>
+</div>
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