Notwithstanding the exhaustion occasioned by his journey Riles was early about. The hotel bed was strange to him, and the noises that floated up from the bar-room interrupted his slumbers. At least, he told himself it was the noises, but the fact is a great new thought had been sown in his brain, and had started the cells whirling in dizzy speculation. The unexpected meeting with Gardiner, the latter’s evident prosperity, and his frank contempt for men who made their living by labour, had left a deep impression upon Riles. He had no idea by what means Gardiner proposed that they should possess themselves of Harris’s money, and he felt some doubt about any such attempt being rewarded with success. Nevertheless, Gardiner seemed to think the matter a simple one enough, and Gardiner’s good clothes and good cigars were evidence of his ability to carry his plans into effect.

The streets had not yet assumed their morning activity when Riles emerged from the hotel, but the unclouded Alberta sunshine was bathing every atom of out-of-doors in a warmth and brilliance that might have found, and in very truth did find, a keen response in the inanimate objects of its affection. The jubilant laugh of running mountain water rippled through the quiet air, fragrant with the perfume of balm-of-Gilead and balsam; to the eastward the sunshine poured into broad valleys of undulating, sweeping plain, and in the west the great mountains, clad in their eternal robes of white, loomed silent and impressive in their majesty. Even Riles stopped to look at them, and they stirred in him an emotion that was not altogether profane a faint, undefined consciousness of the puniness of man and the might of his Creator. No one can live for long in the presence of the mountains without that consciousness, and it is a great day for the mountain-dweller when he learns to distinguish between the puniness of man, the animal, and the infinity of man, the thinking soul. Riles breakfasted as soon as the dining-room was opened, eating his meal hurriedly, as he always did, albeit the French-fried potatoes, to which he was unaccustomed, could be poised on his knife only with considerable effort. Then he sat down in an arm-chair on the shady side of the hotel to wait for Gardiner. He had suddenly lost his interest in the free lands which had been the purpose of his journey.

His wait was longer than he had expected, and he broke it several times by strolls about the little town. In size it was much the same as Plainville, but that was the chief point of resemblance. True, it had its typical stores, selling everything from silks to coal oil; its blacksmiths’ shops, ringing with the hammer of the busy smith on ploughshare or horseshoe; its implement agencies, with rows of gaudily-painted wagons, mowers, and binders obstructing the thoroughfare, and the hempen smell of new binder twine floating from the hot recess of their iron-covered storehouses; a couple of banks, occupying the best corners, and barber shops and pool-rooms in apparent excess of the needs of the population. All these he might have found in Plainville, but there were here in addition half-a-dozen real estate offices, with a score or more curbstone dealers, locaters, commission-splitters, and go-betweens, and the number and size of the livery stables gave some clue to the amount of prospecting going on from this base of supplies. The streets were lined with traffic. Riles estimated that in two hours as many teams passed him as might be seen in Plainville in a week; long rows of box-cars were unloading on the side tracks; farmers’ effects and household goods of every description were piled in great heaps about the railway yards; while horses, cattle, pigs, and poultry contributed to the dust and din of the settlers’ operations. Great wagons of lumber were being loaded at the lumber yards, and an unbroken procession of wagons and farm machinery of every description was wending its way slowly into the distance where lay hope of home or fortune for the new settler.

It was almost noon when Gardiner appeared on the scene. “You don’t hurt you’self in the mornin’s,” was Riles’ greeting.

“Don’t need to,” he answered cheerily. “Besides, I’d a long session after I left you last night. No, no particulars at present. I told you you had spoiled your hands for that kind of work. How d’ye like this air? Isn’t that something worth breathing?”

“Good enough,” said Riles, “but I didn’t come out here for air.”

“No, you came for land. I’m surprised you’re not out bouncing over the prairie in a buckboard long before this.”

Riles shot a quick glance at Gardiner. But he was puffing a cigar and drinking in the warm sunshine with obvious satisfaction.

“So I might o’ been, but I thought we kind o’ made a date last night, didn’t we?”

“Did we? Oh yes; now I remember. But I thought perhaps you’d feel different about it in the morning. A man generally does. I won’t hold you to anything you said last night, Riles.”

Riles could not recall that he had said anything that committed him in any way, but Gardiner’s tone implied that plainly enough.

“I ain’t changed my mind,” he said, “but I don’t know’s I said anything bindin’, did I? I thought we was goin’ t’ drive out t’ your place t’-day an’ talk things over.”

“Well, I just didn’t want you to lose any time over me if you thought things wouldn’t work out,” said Gardiner. “It takes more nerve, you know, than hoeing potatoes. But you’re welcome to the hospitality of the ranch, in any case. I came in on horseback, so we’ll get a team at one of the stables and drive out.”

In a short time they were on their way. The road skirted the river, threading its way through the narrow belt of cotton-woods and evergreens that found footing in the moist soil of the valley. Here and there, through an opening in the trees, or across a broad wedge of prairie, could be seen the mountains, now bathed in a faint purple, silently receding before them. A soft breeze, neither hot nor cold, but moist and fresh from the great table-lands of snow, pressed gently about the travellers, but their thoughts were of neither the scenery nor the weather.

“It’s all right, Riles,” Gardiner was saying. “If you’re prepared to stay with the deal we can pull it through no doubt about that. That is, if Harris will sell his farm and come out here with the cash in his jeans. If he won’t do that, you better get busy on your homestead proposition right away.”

“He’ll do it all right, if he sees somethin’ worth while. But Harris’s no spring chicken, an’ you’ll have t’ show him somethin’ t’ his likin’ before he loosens up.”

“I don’t care whether he loosens up or not,” said Gardiner. “All I care is that he brings the money, and brings it in bills. No cheques, mind you. Get him out here with the cash on him, and I’ll do the loosening up, if it comes to that.”

Riles was somewhat alarmed at the sinister turn of the conversation. He had no compunction about getting the better of his old neighbour, the man who had entrusted him with the discharge of their joint mission, but he had considerable respect for the force, if not the principle, of the law.

“You don’t mean that you’d do anythin’ anythin’ that wasn’t right?” he said. “I wouldn’t want t’ get mixed up in no scrape, y’ know.”

“You mean that you think more of your skin than you do of Harris’s coin. Well, there’s no accounting for tastes. But as for doing anything wrong you ought to know me better than that. It will all be clean and above board, and no violence if it can be helped, but if Harris is unfortunate nobody’s to blame for that. Of course, if you’re afraid to take a sportsman’s chance for a half of forty thousand dollars, call the deal off. I’ve got lots of other fish to fry.”

“You don’t understand,” said Riles. “I ain’t a’scared, but I don’t want t’ do nothin’ that’ll get us into trouble. Harris is an old neighbour o’ mine, an’ ”

“I understand perfectly. You wouldn’t mind a piece of Harris’s money served on a platter and wrapped in tissue paper, but you want somebody else to take the chances. Now, there won’t be any chances to speak of, but what there are you take your share. If that’s a bargain it’s a bargain, and if it isn’t we’ll talk about the weather. What d’you say?”

“It’s a bargain,” said Riles, “provided your plan’ll work out.”

“It’s got to work out. It’s like going up in a balloon if it doesn’t work out it’s all off with the engineer. You got to take the chance, Hiram, and then make good on the chance.”

Riles chewed vigorously at his tobacco. “Explain how you’re goin’ to pull it off,” he said, “an’ then I’ll tell you yes or no.”

“Not on your life,” said Gardiner. “I don’t show my hand until I know who’s sitting across.”

There was silence for half a mile, while Riles turned the matter over in his mind. He was naturally a coward, but he was equally a money-grabber, and it was one instinct against the other. Avarice won it, and at length he extended his hand to Gardiner. “I’m in on anythin’ you’re in on,” he said.

“That sounds like it,” said Gardiner, with enthusiasm. “Now the whole thing’s simple as A B C, and not half as dangerous as running a traction engine or breaking a broncho. It all rests on getting him out here with the money, and that’s where you come in. I don’t mind telling you if it wasn’t for the help you can give there I’d handle the job myself, and save dividing the proceeds.”

“Yes, that’s the point, all right,” said Riles, somewhat dubiously. “How’re we goin’ t’ get him out here with all that money?”

“Think, Riles,” said Gardiner, puffing complacently at a fresh cigar. “Think hard.”

Riles wrinkled his forehead and spat copiously at the front hub, but the inspiration would not come. “I give it up,” he said at last. “You’ll have t’ plan it, an’ I’ll carry it out.”

“That’s what comes of hard work, Hiram; you lose all your imagination. Right now you haven’t any more imagination than a cabbage. Now, I could suggest a dozen schemes to suit the purpose if I had to, but one will do. Suppose this:

“These mountains up here are full of coal more coal than can be burnt in a million years. It’s a bad road in, but once you get here you’ll see it lying in seams, ten, fifteen, twenty feet thick, and stretching right through the rocks as far as you like to follow it. That coal’s going to make a bunch of millionaires some day, but not until you can get at it with something bigger than a cayuse. But railroads come fast in this country, and there’s no saying how soon a man might cash in if he invested just now.”

“You ain’t goin’t’ wait till a railroad comes, are you? We’ll like enough be dead by that time.”

“Hiram, I told you you had no imagination, wait a moment. Now, suppose that some strange eccentric chap owns one of these coal limits. He lives up in the mountains, a kind of hermit, but we fall in with him and offer him forty thousand dollars for his limit, worth, say, half a million, or more if you feel like it. He says, ’All right, but mind I want the money in bills, and you’ll have to bring it out to me here.’ Now can you think of anything?”

“Harris don’t know nothin’ about coal,” protested Riles. “He wouldn’t bite at anythin’ like that.”

“Your faith has been neglected as well as your imagination. You’ve got to paint it to him so’s to get him interested. That’s all. Our business is to get Harris, with the money in his wallet, started up into those mountains. It’s mighty lonely up there, with timber wolves, grizzly bears, precipices, snow-slides, and trails that lead to nowhere, and if Harris is unfortunate well, he’s unfortunate.”

The plan gradually penetrated Riles’ slow-working mind. At first it numbed him a little, and his face was a strange colour as he turned to his companion, and said, in a low voice, “Ain’t it risky? What if the police catch on?”

“They won’t. They’re all right for cleaning up a rough-house, but don’t cut any figure in fine art work like we’ll put over. I tell you, Riles, it’s absolutely safe. Of course, ordinary precautions must be taken, same as you would with a vicious horse or any other risk you might run. The main thing is to see that he has the money in bills; anything else would be risky and lead to trouble. Then this fellow that’s supposed to own the mine must be kept in the background. We ”

“But who does own the mine?”

Gardiner made a gesture of exasperation. “You don’t get me, Hiram. Nobody owns the mine. That part of it’s all a myth a fairy tale manufactured because we need it. But Harris mustn’t find that out not, at any rate, until it’s too late. Then if anything ever does leak out, suspicion will be directed toward some mysterious mine-owner, and the police will be wearing out shoe-leather hunting the cracks in the foothills while you and I are taking in the sights of Honolulu or South America. We’ll quietly make an appointment for Harris to meet the mine-owner somewhere up in the hills. We’ll direct him where to go, and leave it at that. Of course we won’t go with him; we’ll have other business about that time.”

Riles looked at Gardiner with frank admiration. It seemed so simple now, and in his growing enthusiasm he felt that he would have little difficulty in persuading Harris to raise all the cash possible and bring it with him. And it seemed so safe. As Gardiner said, the mountains were full of danger, and if something should happen to Harris well, he would be unfortunate; but lots of other people had been unfortunate, too.

Gardiner turned his team down a side road, forded the river, climbed a steep, slippery bank, and drew up beside a cluster of ranch buildings sheltered with cotton-woods and spruces. The old, long log-house, reminiscent of the days when the West was a land and a law unto itself, might have stirred the heart of poet or artist; the hard-beaten soil of the corral hinted still of the brave days of the open range and cattle beyond the counting. As the team, in their long, steady trot, swung up beside the stables, an alert young fellow came quickly out and busied himself with the unhitching.

“Guess you ought to know our visitor, Jim, shouldn’t you?” said Gardiner. “Another Manitoban chasing the free land.”

Travers at once recognized Riles and extended his hand. “Well, Mr. Riles, we weren’t looking for you here, although I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, for there was some talk of your coming West before I left Plainville. What do you think of it? And did you see the mountains this morning? Worth the trip themselves, aren’t they?”

“Look pretty good, all right, Jim,” said Riles, with an attempt at affability, “but I reckon you wouldn’t grow much wheat on ’em, an’ scenery’s not very fillin’. How you makin’ it go you’self?”

“Nothing but luck since I landed,” said Jim. “Got a good homestead and a good job right away. You must let me take you out to my farm before you go back. How’s everybody? Harrises well, I hope?”

“Guess they’re well enough, but gettin’ kind o’ scattered for a family group. Beulah lit out when you did but I guess I can’t give you no information about that.”

The smile did not depart from Travers’ face, but if Riles had known him as well as he should he would have seen the sudden smouldering light in the eye. But the young man answered quietly, “I saw Beulah the day I left Plainville, and I understood she was going West on a visit. She isn’t back yet?”

“Innocent, ain’t chuh?” said Riles, in a manner intended to be playful. “It’s all right; I don’t blame you. Beulah’s a good girl, if a bit high falutin, an’ a few years’ roughin’ it on the homestead’ll take that out of her.”

But Jim had dropped the harness and stood squarely facing Riles. The smile still lingered on his lips, but even the heavy-witted farmer saw that he had been playing with fire. Riles was much the larger man of the two, but he was no one to court combat unless the odds were overwhelmingly in his favour. He carried a scar across his eye as a constant reminder of his folly in having once before invited trouble from a younger man.

“What do you mean?” demanded Travers. “Put it in English.”

But Gardiner interposed. “Don’t be too sensitive, Jim,” he said. “Riles has forgotten his parlour manners, but he doesn’t mean any harm. You weren’t insinuating anything, were you, Hiram?”

“Course not,” said Riles, glad of an opportunity to get out of the difficulty without a direct apology. “No offence intended, Jim. Beulah’s all right, an’ you’re all right, an’ that’s what I always said.”

Travers was not in the least deceived as to Riles’ high-mindedness, but he realized that the man was the guest of his employer, and he decided not to press the point. Gardiner and Riles went to the house, and Jim presently saddled his own horse and rode out on the prairie. He had already lunched, and it was Gardiner’s custom to cook for himself when at home.

Inside, the two men were soon seated at a meal which Gardiner hastily but deftly prepared. They ate from plates of white enamelled ware, on a board table covered with oilcloth, but the food was appetizing, and the manner of serving it much more to Riles’ liking than that to which he had been subjected for some days. The meat was fresh and tasty; and the bread and butter were all that could be desired, and the strong, hot tea, without milk but thick with sugar, completed a meal that was in every way satisfactory. Riles’ eyes, when not on his plate, were busy taking in the surroundings. The log walls were hung with mementoes, some of earlier days and some of other lands, and throughout the big room was a strange mixture of elegance and plainness. At one end were rows of shelves, with more books than Riles had ever seen, and above stood a small piece of statuary worth the price of many bushels of wheat.

Gardiner noted the interest of his guest, and smiled quietly to himself. He supposed that Riles had the usual notions about the Far West a notion that here he was on the outer-most rim of the finer civilization of even the Middle West. But he knew also that this plain log building contained furnishings and decorations altogether beyond anything that Riles had ever seen or heard of things, indeed, so far removed from the life of the hard-working farmer that they might have come from another world than his own. When the meal was finished Gardiner swept the soiled dishes into a big galvanized iron tub, there to await attentions from Jim at a convenient season, and invited Riles to look about the house.

They entered another room, immediately to the north of the large apartment which served all general housekeeping purposes. The floor was of plain boards, smooth with the riding-boots of many years, and in the centre lay the skin of a great bear. An old-fashioned carved table, of some size, and three leather chairs, were the principal furniture. Two swords hung diagonally across the far wall, and above them was an old flag, discoloured with sun and rain. Ancient firearms decorated the walls, and odd pieces of strange clothing hung about in profusion.

“This is His Nibs’ drawing-room,” said Gardiner. “This junk you see about you has been gathered from the corners of the earth during the last few centuries. In there” indicating another room through a door to the left “is his bedroom a regular museum of stuff running to no end of money, if you went to buy it. He has a couple of pictures worth more than a quarter-section of land, and that mat you see through the door a prayer-rug he calls it, though he don’t use it much for that is worth over five hundred dollars.”

Gardiner enjoyed the look of amazement that slowly spread over Riles’ face. “He’s been stuffin’ you,” said Riles at length, thinking of his own extravagance when he paid ninety cents a yard for a carpet for their front room at home. “He’s been stuffin’ you sure. There ain’t no mats worth any money like that.”

“It’s gospel,” said Gardiner. “Why, man, he has a set of chess worth more than the best team on your farm, and that statue affair up there you simply couldn’t buy it. The place is just bristling with valuables of one kind and another.”

But Riles appeared suddenly agitated. He seized Gardiner by the arm, saying, “If this stuff’s worth’s much as you figure, why don’t we make a clean-up here, when the duke, or whatever he is, is away? That’d be safer, wouldn’t it?”

“No, it wouldn’t. It’d be easy enough to get away with the stuff, but how’d you turn it into money? The police would get you sure on a game like that. Of course, if you should decide to go in for culture, without the ‘agri’ ahead, you might like to have the prayer-mat for your own knees. No, you can’t put over anything like that. And now we better be getting down to business.”

Gardiner drew a couple of chairs up to the carved table, opened a drawer, and produced writing materials. “We can’t get a letter away to Harris any too soon. Nothing like making hay while the sun shines, you know, and if he gets out here before we put our plan up to him, it would be natural enough for him to want to see the mine-owner himself. So hitch yourself to that pen there, and let us see what kind of a hand you are at fiction.”

Riles would rather have done a day’s work in the field than write a letter, but Gardiner insisted it must be done by him. Much of the afternoon was spent in the struggle, and Gardiner’s fertile imagination had to be appealed to at several critical points. But at last the letter was completed. It ran as follows:

“John Harris esq “planvil man

“sir i take up my pen to let you no that i am all well hoppin this will find you the same well this is a grate contry their is sure a big out ov doors well mr Harris i think i see somthing here a hole lot better than 3 years on a homstead homsteads is all rite for men that Hasunt got any mony but a man with sum mony can do better i wisht i Had sold my plase before i left i could ov done well here their is lots ov chantez to make big mony their is a man here owns a cole mine he is what they call Xsentrik He is a Hermitt and lives in the Hills His mine is wurth 500000$ but He dont no it He will take 80000$ for it and we can sell it rite away for perhaps 500000$ i think we should take this up it is a grate chants if you will sell your plase rite away and bring all the mony you can then i will sell mine for the balluns be sure and bring all the mony you can if you dont like the cole mine there is lots of other chantez they will make you rich and bring the mony in bills not chex becaws He wont take chex becaws He is Xsentrik their is a man here saïs His frend in new york would pay 500000$ for the cole mine if he was here and He is sending Him word so Hurry and let us get holt ov it furst then we’ll sell it to Him and make a killing dont fale

“your obedyunt servunt

“HIRAM RILES.”

Gardiner read the letter carefully, suppressing his amusement over Riles’ wrestlings with the language, and finally gave his approval.

“Now, you must make a copy of it,” he said. “It’s only business to have a copy. That was a fine touch of yours about going back to sell your own farm. I believe you have some imagination after all, if it only had a chance to sprout.”

Riles protested about the labour of making a copy, but Gardiner insisted, and at last the work was completed. The sound of galloping hoofs was heard outside, and a cowboy from a neighbouring ranch called at the door to ask if there was anything wanted from town. “Here’s your chance to mail your letter,” Gardiner called to Riles with unnecessary loudness. “Mr. Riles dropped in here to write a letter,” he explained to the rider.

Having with much difficulty folded his epistle until it could be crumpled into an envelope. Riles sealed, stamped, and addressed it, and a moment later the dust was rising down the trail as the cowboy bore the fatal missive to town. The die was cast; the match had been set to the tinder, and the fire must now burn through to a finish, let it scorch whom it would.

Gardiner took up the copy, folded it carefully, and put it in his pocket-book. “Now, Mr. Riles,” he said, “we’re in for this thing, and there’s no backing out. At least you’re in for it. You have sent a letter, in your handwriting, such as it is, to Harris, and I have a copy of it, in your handwriting, in my pocket. If this thing ever gets out these letters will make good evidence.”