With cultivation and improvement the ranches must inevitably appreciate in value. There was every chance to make fortunes. When the railroad lands about Bonneville had been thrown open, there had been almost a rush in the matter of settlement, and Broderson, Annixter, Derrick, and Osterman, being foremost with their claims, had secured the pick of the country. But the land once settled upon, the P. and S. W. seemed to be in no hurry as to fixing exactly the value of its sections included in the various ranches and offering them for sale. The matter dragged along from year to year, was forgotten for months together, being only brought to mind on such occasions as this, when the rumour spread that the General Office was about to take definite action in the affair.
As soon as the railroad wants to talk business with me, observed Annixter, about selling me their interest in Quien Sabe, Im ready. The land has more than quadrupled in value. Ill bet I could sell it to-morrow for fifteen dollars an acre, and if I buy of the railroad for two and a half an acre, theres boodle in the game.
For two and a half! exclaimed Genslinger. You dont suppose the railroad will let their land go for any such figure as that, do you? Wherever did you get that idea?
From the circulars and pamphlets, answered Harran, that the railroad issued to us when they opened these lands. They are pledged to that. Even the P. and S. W. couldnt break such a pledge as that. You are new in the country, Mr. Genslinger. You dont remember the conditions upon which we took up this land.
And our improvements, exclaimed Annixter. Why, Magnus and I have put about five thousand dollars between us into that irrigating ditch already. I guess we are not improving the land just to make it valuable for the railroad people. No matter how much we improve the land, or how much it increases in value, they have got to stick by their agreement on the basis of two-fifty per acre. Heres one case where the P. and S. W. DONT get everything in sight.
Genslinger frowned, perplexed.
I AM new in the country, as Harran says, he answered, but it seems to me that theres no fairness in that proposition. The presence of the railroad has helped increase the value of your ranches quite as much as your improvements. Why should you get all the benefit of the rise in value and the railroad nothing? The fair way would be to share it between you.
I dont care anything about that, declared Annixter. They agreed to charge but two-fifty, and theyve got to stick to it.
Well, murmured Genslinger, from what I know of the affair, I dont believe the P. and S. W. intends to sell for two-fifty an acre, at all. The managers of the road want the best price they can get for everything in these hard times.
Times arent ever very hard for the railroad, hazards old Broderson.
Broderson was the oldest man in the room. He was about sixty-five years of age, venerable, with a white beard, his figure bent earthwards with hard work.
He was a narrow-minded man, painfully conscientious in his statements lest he should be unjust to somebody; a slow thinker, unable to let a subject drop when once he had started upon it. He had no sooner uttered his remark about hard times than he was moved to qualify it.
Hard times, he repeated, a troubled, perplexed note in his voice; well, yesyes. I suppose the road DOES have hard times, maybe. Everybody doesof course. I didnt mean that exactly. I believe in being just and fair to everybody. I mean that weve got to use their lines and pay their charges good years AND bad years, the P. and S. W. being the only road in the State. That iswell, when I say the only roadno, I wont say the ONLY road. Of course there are other roads. Theres the D. P. and M. and the San Francisco and North Pacific, that runs up to Ukiah. I got a brother-in-law in Ukiah. Thats not much of a wheat country round Ukiah though they DO grow SOME wheat there, come to think. But I guess its too far north. Well, of course there isnt MUCH. Perhaps sixty thousand acres in the whole countyif you include barley and oats. I dont know; maybe its nearer forty thousand. I dont remember very well. Thats a good many years ago. I
But Annixter, at the end of all patience, turned to Genslinger, cutting short the old man:
Oh, rot! Of course the railroad will sell at two-fifty, he cried. Weve got the contracts.
Look to them, then, Mr. Annixter, retorted Genslinger significantly, look to them. Be sure that you are protected.
Soon after this Genslinger took himself away, and Derricks Chinaman came in to set the table.
What do you suppose he meant? asked Broderson, when Genslinger was gone.
About this land business? said Annixter. Oh, I dont know. Some tom fool idea. Havent we got their terms printed in black and white in their circulars? Theres their pledge.
Oh, as to pledges, murmured Broderson, the railroad is not always TOO much hindered by those.
Wheres Osterman? demanded Annixter, abruptly changing the subject as if it were not worth discussion. Isnt that goat Osterman coming down here to-night?
You telephoned him, didnt you, Presley? inquired Magnus.
Presley had taken Princess Nathalie upon his knee stroking her long, sleek hair, and the cat, stupefied with beatitude, had closed her eyes to two fine lines, clawing softly at the corduroy of Presleys trousers with alternate paws.
Yes, sir, returned Presley. He said he would be here.
And as he spoke, young Osterman arrived.
He was a young fellow, but singularly inclined to baldness. His ears, very red and large, stuck out at right angles from either side of his head, and his mouth, too, was largea great horizontal slit beneath his nose. His cheeks were of a brownish red, the cheek bones a little salient. His face was that of a comic actor, a singer of songs, a man never at a loss for an answer, continually striving to make a laugh. But he took no great interest in ranching and left the management of his land to his superintendents and foremen, he, himself, living in Bonneville. He was a poser, a wearer of clothes, forever acting a part, striving to create an impression, to draw attention to himself. He was not without a certain energy, but he devoted it to small ends, to perfecting himself in little accomplishments, continually running after some new thing, incapable of persisting long in any one course. At one moment his mania would be fencing; the next, sleight-of-hand tricks; the next, archery. For upwards of one month he had devoted himself to learning how to play two banjos simultaneously, then abandoning this had developed a sudden passion for stamped leather work and had made a quantity of purses, tennis belts, and hat bands, which he presented to young ladies of his acquaintance. It was his policy never to make an enemy. He was liked far better than he was respected. People spoke of him as that goat Osterman, or that fool Osterman kid, and invited him to dinner. He was of the sort who somehow cannot be ignored. If only because of his clamour he made himself important. If he had one abiding trait, it was his desire of astonishing people, and in some way, best known to himself, managed to cause the circulation of the most extraordinary stories wherein he, himself, was the chief actor. He was glib, voluble, dexterous, ubiquitous, a teller of funny stories, a cracker of jokes.
Naturally enough, he was heavily in debt, but carried the burden of it with perfect nonchalance. The year before S. Behrman had held mortgages for fully a third of his crop and had squeezed him viciously for interest. But for all that, Osterman and S. Behrman were continually seen arm-in-arm on the main street of Bonneville. Osterman was accustomed to slap S. Behrman on his fat back, declaring: