It was still two hours before the Land Office would be open.Thorpe ate breakfast at the depot and wandered slowly up Jefferson Avenue to Woodward, a strange piece of our country's medievalism in modern surroundings.He was so occupied with his own thoughts that for some time he remained unconscious of the attention he was attracting.
Then, with a start, he felt that everyone was staring at him.The hour was early, so that few besides the working classes were abroad, but he passed one lady driving leisurely to an early train whose frank scrutiny brought him to himself.He became conscious that his broad hat was weather-soiled and limp, that his flannel shirt was faded, that his "pepper and salt" trousers were patched, that moccasins must seem as anachronistic as chain mail.It abashed him.
He could not know that it was all wild and picturesque, that his straight and muscular figure moved with a grace quite its own and the woods', that the bronze of his skin contrasted splendidly with the clearness of his eye, that his whole bearing expressed the serene power that comes only from the confidence of battle.The woman in the carriage saw it, however.
"He is magnificent!" she cried."I thought such men had died with Cooper!"Thorpe whirled sharp on his heel and returned at once to a boarding-house off Fort Street, where he had "outfitted" three months before.
There he reclaimed his valise, shaved, clothed himself in linen and cheviot once more, and sauntered slowly over to the Land Office to await its opening.
Chapter XXIII
At nine o'clock neither of the partners had appeared.Thorpe entered the office and approached the desk.
"Is there a telegram here for Harry Thorpe?" he inquired.
The clerk to whom he addressed himself merely motioned with his head toward a young fellow behind the railing in a corner.The latter, without awaiting the question, shifted comfortably and replied:
"No."
At the same instant steps were heard in the corridor, the door opened, and Mr.Morrison appeared on the sill.Then Thorpe showed the stuff of which he was made.
"Is this the desk for buying Government lands?" he asked hurriedly.
"Yes," replied the clerk.
"I have some descriptions I wish to buy in.""Very well," replied the clerk, "what township?"Thorpe detailed the figures, which he knew by heart, the clerk took from a cabinet the three books containing them, and spread them out on the counter.At this moment the bland voice of Mr.Morrison made itself heard at Thorpe's elbow.
"Good morning, Mr.Smithers," it said with the deliberation of the consciously great man."I have a few descriptions I would like to buy in the northern peninsula.""Good morning, Mr.Morrison.Archie there will attend to you.
Archie, see what Mr.Morrison wishes."
The lumberman and the other clerk consulted in a low voice, after which the official turned to fumble among the records.Not finding what he wanted, he approached Smithers.A whispered consultation ensued between these two.Then Smithers called:
"Take a seat, Mr.Morrison.This gentleman is looking over these townships, and will have finished in a few minutes."Morrison's eye suddenly became uneasy.
"I am somewhat busy this morning," he objected with a shade of command in his voice.
"If this gentleman---?" suggested the clerk delicately.
"I am sorry," put in Thorpe with brevity, "my time, too, is valuable."Morrison looked at him sharply.
"My deal is a big one," he snapped."I can probably arrange with this gentleman to let him have his farm.""I claim precedence," replied Thorpe calmly.
"Well," said Morrison swift as light, "I'll tell you, Smithers.
I'll leave my list of descriptions and a check with you.Give me a receipt, and mark my lands off after you've finished with this gentleman."Now Government and State lands are the property of the man who pays for them.Although the clerk's receipt might not give Morrison a valid claim; nevertheless it would afford basis for a lawsuit.
Thorpe saw the trap, and interposed.
"Hold on," he interrupted, "I claim precedence.You can give no receipt for any land in these townships until after my business is transacted.I have reason to believe that this gentleman and myself are both after the same descriptions.""What!" shouted Morrison, assuming surprise.
"You will have to await your turn, Mr.Morrison," said the clerk, virtuous before so many witnesses.
The business man was in a white rage of excitement.
"I insist on my application being filed at once!" he cried waving his check."I have the money right here to pay for every acre of it; and if I know the law, the first man to pay takes the land."He slapped the check down on the rail, and hit it a number of times with the flat of his hand.Thorpe turned and faced him with a steel look in his level eyes.
"Mr.Morrison," he said, "you are quite right.The first man who pays gets the land; but I have won the first chance to pay.You will kindly step one side until I finish my business with Mr.
Smithers here."
"I suppose you have the amount actually with you," said the clerk, quite respectfully, "because if you have not, Mr.Morrison's claim will take precedence.""I would hardly have any business in a land office, if I did not know that," replied Thorpe, and began his dictation of the description as calmly as though his inside pocket contained the required amount in bank bills.
Thorpe's hopes had sunk to zero.After all, looking at the matter dispassionately, why should he expect Carpenter to trust him, a stranger, with so large a sum? It had been madness.Only the blind confidence of the fighting man led him further into the struggle.
Another would have given up, would have stepped aside from the path of this bona-fide purchaser with the money in his hand.
