“He certainly is an amazing man,” Virginia mused, her fiancee in mind. “It would be interesting to discover what he can’t do—along utilitarian lines, I mean. Is he as good a miner underground as he is in the courts?” she flung out. “He is the shrewdest investor I know. Time and again he has leased or bought apparently worthless claims, and made them pay inside of a few weeks. Take the Taurus as a case in point. He struck rich ore in a fortnight. Other men had done development work for years and found nothing.” “I’m naturally interested in knowing all about him, because I have just become engaged to him,” explained Miss Virginia, as calmly as if her pulse were not fluttering a hundred to the minute. Virginia was essentially a sportsman. She did not flinch from the guns when the firing was heavy. It had been remarked of her even as a child that she liked to get unpleasant things over with as soon as possible, rather than postpone them. Once, _aetat_ eight, she had marched in to her mother like a stoic and announced: “I’ve come to be whipped, momsie, ’cause I broke that horrid little Nellie Vaile’s doll. I did it on purpose, ’cause I was mad at her. I’m glad I broke it, so there!” Hobart paled slightly beneath his outdoors Western tan, but his eyes met hers very steadily and fairly. “I wish you happiness, Miss Balfour, from the bottom of my heart.” She nodded a brisk “Thank you,” and directed her attention again to the horses. “Take him by and large, Mr. Ridgway is the most capable, energetic, and far-sighted business man I have ever known. He has a bigger grasp of things than almost any financier in the country. I think you’ll find he will go far,” he said, choosing his words with care to say as much for Waring Ridgway as he honestly could. “I have always thought so,” agreed Virginia. She had reason for thinking so in that young man’s remarkable career. When Waring Ridgway had first come to Mesa he had been a draftsman for the Consolidated at five dollars a day. He was just out of Cornell, and his assets consisted mainly of a supreme confidence in himself and an imposing presence. He was a born leader, and he flung himself into the raw, turbid life of the mining town with a readiness that had not a little to do with his subsequent success. That success began to take tangible form almost from the first. A small, independent smelter that had for long been working at a loss was about to fall into the hands of the Consolidated when Ridgway bought it on promises to pay, made good by raising money on a flying trip he took to the East. His father died about this time and left him fifty thousand dollars, with which he bought the Taurus, a mine in which several adventurous spirits had dropped small fortunes. He acquired other properties; a lease here, an interest there. It began to be observed that he bought always with judgment. He seemed to have the touch of Midas. Where other men had lost money he made it.