So thought a horseman who approached and halted almost at the same spot where the car had rested. This was Madden who with a warrant for Weir’s arrest in his pocket had arrived opposite the house a moment after the automobile’s departure. He had secured the warrant at eight o’clock according to the county attorney’s request, but he had taken his own time about setting off to serve it.
For a quarter of a mile he had been interested in the evidences of unwonted hilarity at the usually untenanted structure. Now he sat in his saddle, silent and motionless, observing the distant scene. He easily guessed the men were from the construction camp and that liquor was running.
“I can almost smell it here, Dick,” he addressed his horse.
But two circumstances puzzled him. One was that there had been no news in town of such a big affair impending for the night; the second, that there were women present––for no Mexican, however ignorant, would take or allow his women folks to attend such a howling show. Coming on top of the crowd in town, he wondered if this business might not be linked up with Weir’s affairs. These were his workmen and this was Vorse’s farm-house and very likely Vorse’s liquor. After he had arrested the engineer he would look into the thing.
Fifteen minutes later, when he had gone on, other passers-by paused for a minute on the road to stare at the amazing picture across the field. These were Dr. Hosmer and Janet, Johnson and his daughter Mary: the two men being in the doctor’s car, the two girls in Janet’s runabout.
“What on earth is going on there!” Janet exclaimed, when the two machines had pulled up.
The two fires, fed by fresh fuel, were leaping higher than ever, bringing out in strong relief the long squat building, the dark, restless, noisy throng, and the space of illuminated earth. Against the night the flames and building and mob of hundreds of men seemed a crimson vision from some inferno to an accompaniment of mad music.
“The camp’s gone on a tear; drive ahead,” her father said. “This isn’t a sight for you girls to look at.”
And with that the two cars sped forward towards the dam, where on this night so much was converging. For their occupants already had had an experience that had started them at once to seek the man around whose figure were swirling a hundred passions and dark currents of destiny.