"You forget that I own a few properties, and have leases on others.When the Taurus begins producing, I'll have enough to keep the smelter going.""When the Taurus begins producing?"--Bartel smiled skeptically."Didn't Johnson and Leroy drop fortunes on that expectation?""I'll bet five thousand dollars we make a strike within two weeks." "Chimerical!" pronounced the graybeard as he rose to go, with an airof finality."Better sell the smelter while you have the chance." "Think not," disagreed Ridgway.
At the door the lawyer turned."Oh, there's another matter! It had slipped my mind." He spoke with rather elaborate carelessness."It seems that there is a little triangle--about ten and four feet across--wedged in between the Mary K, the Diamond King, and the Marcus Daly.For some reason we accidentally omitted to file on it.Our chief engineer finds that you have taken it up, Mr.Ridgway.It is really of no value, but it is in the heart of our properties, and so it ought to belong to us.Of course, it is of no use to you.There isn't any possible room to sink a shaft.We'll take it from you if you like, and even pay you a nominal price.For what will you sell?"Ridgway lit a cigar before he answered: "One million dollars." "What?" screamed Bartel.
"Not a cent less.I call it the Trust Buster.Before I'm through, you'll find it is worth that to me."The lawyer reported him demented to the Consolidated officials, who declared war on him from that day.
They found the young adventurer more than prepared for them.If hehad a Napoleonic sense of big vital factors, he had no less a genius for detail.He had already picked up an intimate knowledge of the hundreds of veins and crossveins that traverse the Mesa copper-fields, and he had delved patiently into the tangled history of the litigation that the defective mining laws in pioneer days had made possible.When the Consolidated attempted to harass him by legal process, he countered by instituting a score of suits against the company within the week.These had to do with wills, insanity cases, extra lateral rights, mine titles, and land and water rights.Wherever Ridgway saw room for an entering wedge to dispute the title of the Consolidated, he drove a new suit home.To say the least, the trust found it annoying to be enjoined from working its mines, to be cited for contempt before judges employed in the interests of its opponent, to be served with restraining orders when clearly within its rights.But when these adverse legal decisions began to affect vital issues, the Consolidated looked for reasons why Ridgway should control the courts.It found them in politics.
For Ridgway was already dominating the politics of Yuba County, displaying an amazing acumen and a surprising ability as a stumpspeaker.He posed as a friend of the people, an enemy of the trust.He declared an eight-hour day for his own miners, and called upon the Consolidated to do the same.Hobart refused, acting on orders from Broadway, and fifteen thousand Consolidated miners went to the polls and reelected Ridgway's corrupt judges, in spite of the fight the Consolidated was making against them.
Meanwhile, Ridgway's colossal audacity made the Consolidated's copper pay for the litigation with which he was harassing it.In following his ore-veins, or what he claimed to be his veins, he crossed boldly into the territory of the enemy.By the law of extra lateral rights, a man is entitled to mine within the lines of other property than his own, provided he is following the dip of a vein which has its apex in his claim.Ridgway's experts were prepared to swear that all the best veins in the field apexed in his property.Pending decisions of the courts, they assumed it, tunneling through granite till they tapped the veins of the Consolidated mines, meanwhile enjoining that company from working the very ore of whichRidgway was robbing it.
Many times the great trust back of the Consolidated had him close to ruin, but Ridgway's alert brain and supreme audacity carried him through.From their mines or from his own he always succeeded in extracting enough ore to meet his obligations when they fell due.His powerful enemy, as Hobart had told Miss Balfour, found him most dangerous when it seemed to have him with his back to the wall.Then unexpectedly would fall some crushing blow that put the financial kings of Broadway on the defensive long enough for him to slip out of the corner into which they had driven him.Greatly daring, he had the successful cavalryman's instinct of risking much to gain much.A gambler, his enemies characterized him fitly enough.But it was also true, as Mesa phrased it, that he gambled "with the lid off," playing for large stakes, neither asking nor giving quarter.
At the end of five years of desperate fighting, the freebooter was more strongly entrenched than he had been at any previous time.The railroads, pledged to give rebates to the Consolidated, had been forced by Ridgway, under menace of adverse legislation from the men he controlled at the State-house, to give him secretly a still better rate than the trust.He owned the county courts, he was supported by the people, and had become a political dictator, and the financial outlook for him grew brighter every day.
Such were the conditions when Judge Purcell handed down his Never Say Die decision.Within an hour Hobart was reading a telegram in cipher from the Broadway headquarters.It announced the immediate departure for Mesa of the great leader of the octopus.Simon Harley, the Napoleon of finance, was coming out to attend personally to the destruction of the buccaneer who had dared to fire on the trust flag.
Before night some one of his corps of spies in the employ of the enemy carried the news to Waring Ridgway.He smiled grimly, his bluegray eyes hardening to the temper of steel.Here at last was a foeman worthy of his metal; one as lawless, unscrupulous, daring, and far-seeing as himself, with a hundred times his resources.
