“The colour of molasses taffy when you've pulled it,” said Billy; “but all fluffy1 and wonderful, with star-dust in it. Her eyes were brown, and her cheeks pink and cream.”
“She had two rows of pearly white teeth, that flashed at you when she smiled?”
“She didn't smile, unfortunately.”
“Then her brown eyes gazed at you, wide open, full of wonder?”
“Yes, they did—only it was into the drug-store window.”
“Did she wear a white hat of soft straw, with a green and white flower garden on it, and an olive green veil, and maybe cream white ribbons?”
“By George, I believe you've seen her!” exclaimed the reporter.
“Maybe,” said Hal. “Or maybe I'm describing the girl on the cover of one of the current magazines!” He smiled; but then, seeing the other's curiosity, “Seriously, I think I do know your young lady. If you announce that Miss Jessie Arthur is a member of the Harrigan party, you won't be taking a long chance.”
“I can't afford to take any chance at all,” said the reporter. “You mean Robert Arthur's daughter?”
“Heiress-apparent of the banking2 business of Arthur and Sons,” said Hal. “It happens I know her by sight.”
“How's that?”
“I worked in a grocery-store where she used to come.”
“Whereabouts?”
“Peterson and Company, in Western City.”
“Oho! And you used to sell her candy.”
“Stuffed dates.”
“And your little heart used to go pit-a-pat, so that you could hardly count the change?”
“Gave her too much, several times!”
“And you wondered if she was as good as she was beautiful! One day you were thrilled with hope, the next you were cynical3 and bitter—till at last you gave up in despair, and ran away to work in a coal-mine!”
They laughed, and MacKellar and Edstrom joined in. But suddenly Keating became serious again. “I ought to be away on that story!” he exclaimed. “I've got to get something out of that crowd about the disaster. Think what copy it would make!”
“But how can you do it?”
“I don't know; I only know I ought to be trying. I'll hang round the train, and maybe I can get one of the porters to talk.”
“Interview with the Coal King's porter!” chuckled4 Hal. “How it feels to make up a multi-millionaire's bed!”
“How it feels to sell stuffed dates to a banker's daughter!” countered the other.
But suddenly it was Hal's turn to become serious. “Listen, Mr. Keating,” said he, “why not let me interview young Harrigan?”
“You?”
“Yes! I'm the proper person—one of his miners! I help to make his money for him, don't I? I'm the one to tell him about North Valley.”
Hal saw the reporter staring at him in sudden excitement; he continued: “I've been to the District Attorney, the Justice of the Peace, the District Judge, the Mayor and the Chief of Police. Now, why shouldn't I go to the Owner?”
“By thunder!” cried Billy. “I believe you'd have the nerve!”
“I believe I would,” replied Hal, quietly.
“I'm ready,” said Hal.
“You mean it?”
“Of course I mean it.”
“In that costume?”
“Certainly. I'm one of his miners.”
“But it won't go,” cried the reporter. “You'll stand no chance to get near him unless you're well dressed.”
“Are you sure of that? What I've got on might be the garb6 of a railroad-hand. Suppose there was something out of order in one of the cars—the plumbing7, for example?”
“But you couldn't fool the conductor or the porter.”
“I might be able to. Let's try it.”
There was a pause, while Keating thought. “The truth is,” he said, “it doesn't matter whether you succeed or not—it's a story if you even make the attempt. The Coal King's son appealed to by one of his serfs! The hard heart of Plutocracy8 rejects the cry of Labour!”
“Yes,” said Hal, “but I really mean to get to him. Do you suppose he's got back to the train yet?”
“They were starting to it when I left.”
“And where is the train?”
“Two or three hundred yards east of the station, I was told.”
MacKellar and Edstrom had been listening enthralled9 to this exciting conversation. “That ought to be just back of my house,” said the former.
“It's a short train—four parlour-cars and a baggage-car,” added Keating. “It ought to be easy to recognise.”
The old Scotchman put in an objection. “The difficulty may be to get out of this house. I don't believe they mean to let you get away to-night.”
“By Jove, that's so!” exclaimed Keating. “We're talking too much—let's get busy. Are they watching the back door, do you suppose?”
“They've been watching it all day,” said MacKellar.
“Listen,” broke in Hal—“I've an idea. They haven't tried to interfere10 with your going out, have they, Mr. Keating?”
“No, not yet.”
“Nor with you, Mr. MacKellar?”
“No, not yet,” said the Scotchman.
Whereat Keating gave an exclamation12 of delight. “The very thing!”
“I'll take your over-coat and hat,” Hal added. “I've watched you get about, and I think I can give an imitation. As for Mr. Keating, he's not easy to mistake.”
“Billy, the fat boy!” laughed the other. “Come, let's get on the job!”
“I'll go out by the front door at the same time,” put in Edstrom, his old voice trembling with excitement. “Maybe that'll help to throw them off the track.”
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