At this his hearer very naturally wished to know why, if the bridge
were indeed feasible, the Heidlemanns delayed action; and O'Neil had to
fall back upon a recital of the facts, realizing perfectly that they
failed to carry conviction.
No one, it seemed, cared to risk even a semblance of rivalry with that
monstrous aggregation of capital, for the interlacing of financial
interests was amazingly intricate, and financiers were fearful of the
least misstep. Everywhere O'Neil encountered the same disheartening
timidity. His battle, it seemed, had been lost before it was begun.
Days passed in fruitless endeavors; evenings found O'Neil in his corner
of the Holland House Cafe racking his brain for some way out of his
perplexities. Usually he was surrounded by friends, for he continued to
entertain in the lavish fashion for which he had gained a reputation;
but sometimes he was alone, and then his solitude became more
oppressive than it had ever been even in the farthest wastes of the
northland. He was made to feel his responsibility with dreadful
keenness, for his associates were in a panic and bombarded him with
daily inquiries, vexatious and hard to answer. He had hoped that in
this extremity they might give him some practical help, and they did
make a few half-hearted attempts, only to meet the same discouragements
as he. At last they left him to carry the burden alone.
A week, two weeks went by. He was in constant cable communication with
Omar, but not even the faithful Dr. Gray knew the dire straits in which
his chief was struggling. Work on the S. R. & N. was going forward as
usual. The organization was running at its highest efficiency: rails
were being laid; gangs of rock-workers were preparing the grade beyond
the glaciers. Yet every day that passed, every pay-check drawn brought
ruin closer. Nevertheless, O'Neil continued to joke and chat with the
men who came to his table in the cafe and kept his business
appointments with his customary cheerfulness. The waiters who attended
him rejoiced in his usual princely tips.
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