there can be little doubt the coroner's jury of fresno would have returned a verdict of “death from alcoholism,” as the result of their inquest into the cause of concho's death, had not dr. guild fought nobly in support of the law and his own convictions. a majority of the jury objected to there being any inquest at all. a sincere juryman thought it hard that whenever a greaser pegged out in a sneakin' kind o' way, american citizens should be taken from their business to find out what ailed him. “s'pose he was killed,” said another, “thar ain't no time this thirty year he weren't, so to speak, just sufferin' for it, ez his nat'ral right ez a mexican.” the jury at last compromised by bringing in a verdict of homicide against certain parties unknown. yet it was understood tacitly that these unknown parties were severally wiles and pedro; manuel, miguel, and roscommon proving an unmistakable alibi. wiles and pedro had fled to lower california, and manuel, miguel, and roscommon deemed it advisable, in the then excited state of the public mind, to withhold the forged application and claim from the courts and the public comment. so that for a year after the murder of concho and the flight of his assassins “the blue mass mining company” remained in undisturbed and actual possession of the mine, and reigned in their stead.
but the spirit of the murdered concho would not down any more than that of the murdered banquo, and so wrought, no doubt, in a quiet, concho-like way, sore trouble with the “blue mass company.” for a great capitalist and master of avarice came down to the mine and found it fair, and taking one of the company aside, offered to lend his name and a certain amount of coin for a controlling interest, accompanying the generous offer with a suggestion that if it were not acceded to he would be compelled to buy up various mexican mines and flood the market with quicksilver to the great detriment of the “blue mass company,” which thoughtful suggestion, offered by a man frequently alluded to as one of “california's great mining princes,” and as one who had “done much to develop the resources of the state,” was not to be lightly considered; and so, after a cautious non-consultation with the company, and a commendable secrecy, the stockholder sold out. whereat it was speedily spread abroad that the great capitalist had taken hold of “blue mass,” and the stock went up, and the other stockholders rejoiced—until the great capitalist found that it was necessary to put up expensive mills, to employ a high salaried superintendent, in fact, to develop the mine by the spending of its earnings, so that the stock quoted at 112 was finally saddled with an assessment of $50 per share. another assessment of $50 to enable the superintendent to proceed to russia and spain and examine into the workings of the quicksilver mines there, and also a general commission to the gifted and scientific pillageman to examine into the various component parts of quicksilver, and report if it could not be manufactured from ordinary sand-stone by steam or electricity, speedily brought the other stockholders to their senses. it was at this time the good fellow “tom,” the serious-minded “dick,” and the speculative but fortunate “harry,” brokers of the great capitalist, found it convenient to buy up, for the great capitalist aforesaid, the various other shares at great sacrifice.
i fear that i have bored my readers in thus giving the tiresome details of that ingenuous american pastime which my countrymen dismiss in their epigrammatic way as the “freezing-out process.” and lest any reader should question the ethics of the proceeding, i beg him to remember that one gentleman accomplished in this art was always a sincere and direct opponent of the late mr. john oakhurst, gambler.
but for once the great master of avarice had not taken into sufficient account the avarice of others, and was suddenly and virtuously shocked to learn that an application for a patent for certain lands, known as the “red-rock rancho,” was about to be offered before the united states land commission. this claim covered his mining property. but the information came quietly and secretly, as all of the great master's information was obtained, and he took the opportunity to sell out his clouded title and his proprietorship to the only remaining member of the original “blue mass company,” a young fellow of pith, before many-tongued rumor had voiced the news far and wide. the blow was a heavy one to the party left in possession. saddled by the enormous debts and expenses of the great capitalist, with a credit now further injured by the defection of this lucky magnate, who was admired for his skill in anticipating a loss, and whose relinquishment of any project meant ruin to it, the single-handed, impoverished possessor of the mine, whose title was contested, and whose reputation was yet to be made,—poor biggs, first secretary and only remaining officer of the “blue mass company,” looked ruefully over his books and his last transfer, and sighed. but i have before intimated that he was built of good stuff, and that he believed in his work,—which was well,—and in himself, which was better; and so, having faith even as a grain of mustard seed, i doubt not he would have been able to remove that mountain of quicksilver beyond the overlapping of fraudulent grants. and, again, providence—having disposed of these several scamps—raised up to him a friend. but that friend is of sufficient importance to this veracious history to deserve a paragraph to himself.
the pylades of this orestes was known of ordinary mortals as royal thatcher. his genealogy, birth, and education are, i take it, of little account to this chronicle, which is only concerned with his friendship for biggs and the result thereof. he had known biggs a year or two previously; they had shared each other's purses, bunks, cabins, provisions, and often friends, with that perfect freedom from obligation which belonged to the pioneer life. the varying tide of fortune had just then stranded thatcher on a desert sand hill in san francisco, with an uninsured cargo of expectations, while to thatcher's active but not curious fancy it had apparently lifted his friend's bark over the bar in the monterey mountains into an open quicksilver sea. so that he was considerably surprised on receiving a note from biggs to this purport:
“dear roy—run down here and help a fellow. i've too much of a load for one. maybe we can make a team and pull 'blue mass' out yet. biggsey.”
thatcher, sitting in his scantily furnished lodgings, doubtful of his next meal and in arrears for rent, heard this macedonian cry as st. paul did. he wrote a promissory and soothing note to his landlady, but fearing the “sweet sorrow” of personal parting, let his collapsed valise down from his window by a cord, and, by means of an economical combination of stage riding and pedestrianism, he presented himself, at the close of the third day, at biggs's door. in a few moments he was in possession of the story; half an hour later in possession of half the mine, its infelix past and its doubtful future, equally with his friend.
business over, biggs turned to look at his partner. “you've aged some since i saw you last,” he said. “starvation luck, i s'pose. i'd know your eyes, old fellow, if i saw them among ten thousand; but your lips are parched, and your mouth's grimmer than it used to be.” thatcher smiled to show that he could still do so, but did not say, as he might have said, that self-control, suppressed resentment, disappointment, and occasional hunger had done something in the way of correcting nature's obvious mistakes, and shutting up a kindly mouth. he only took off his threadbare coat, rolled up his sleeves, and saying, “we've got lots of work and some fighting before us,” pitched into the “affairs” of the “blue mass company” on the instant.
