The first ballots for a United States senator taken by the legislature in joint session failed to disclose the alignment of some of the doubtful members.The Democratic minority of twenty-eight votes were cast for Springer, the senator whose place would be taken by whoever should win in the contest now on.Warner received forty-four, Ridgway twenty-six, eight went to Pascom, a former governor whom the cattlemen were supporting, and the remaining three were scattered.Each day one ballot was taken, and for a week there was a slight sifting down of the complimentary votes until at the end of it the count stood:
Warner45 Ridgway28 Springer28 Pascom8
Warner still lacked ten votes of an election, but It was pretty thoroughly understood that several of the Democratic minority were waiting only long enough for a colorable excuse to switch to him.All kinds of rumors were in the air as to how many of these there were.The Consolidated leaders boldly claimed that they had only to give the word to force the election of their candidate on any ballot.Yesler did not believe this claim could be justified, since Pelton and Harley were already negotiating with him for the delivery of the votes belonging to the cattlemen's contingent.
He had held off for some time with hints that it would take a lot of money to swing the votes of such men as Roper and Landor, but he had finally come to an agreement that the eight votes should be given to Warner for a consideration of $300,000.This was to be paid to Yesler in the presence of the other seven members on the night before the election, and was to be held in escrow by him and Roper until the pact was fulfilled, the money to be kept in a safety deposit vault with a key in possession of each of the two.
On the third day of the session, before the voting had begun, Stephen Eaton, who was a State senator from Mesa, moved that a committee be appointed to investigate the rumors of bribery that were so common.Themotion caught the Consolidated leaders napping, for this was the last man they had expected to propose such a course, and it went through with little opposition, as a similar motion did in the House at the same time.The lieutenant-governor and the speaker of the House were both opposed to Warner, and the joint committee had on it the names of no Consolidated men.The idea of such a committee had originated with Ridgway, and had been merely a bluff to show that he at least was willing that the world should know the whole story of the election.Nor had this committee held even formal meetings before word reached Eaton through Yesler that if it would appoint a conference in some very private place, evidence would be submitted implicating agents of the Warner forces in attempts at bribery.
It was close to eleven o'clock when Sam Yesler stepped quietly from a side door of his hotel and slipped into the street.He understood perfectly that in following the course he did, he was taking his life in his hands.The exposure of the bribery traffic would blast forever the reputations of many men who had hitherto held a high place in the community, and he knew the temper of some of them well enough to be aware that an explosion was probable.Spies had been dogging him ever since the legislature convened.Within an hour one of them would be flying to Pelton with the news that he was at a meeting of the committee, and all the thugs of the other side would be turned loose on his heels.As he walked briskly through the streets toward the place appointed, his hand lay on the hilt of a revolver in the outside pocket of his overcoat.He was a man who would neither seek trouble nor let it overwhelm him.If his life were attempted, he meant to defend it to the last.
He followed side streets purposely, and his footsteps echoed along the deserted road.He knew he was being dogged, for once, when he glanced back, he caught sight of a skulking figure edging along close to a wall.The sight of the spy stirred his blood.Grimly he laughed to himself.They might murder him for what he was doing, but not in time to save the exposure which would be brought to light on the morrow.
The committee met at a road-house near the outskirts of the city, but only long enough to hear Yesler's facts and to appoint another meeting for three hours later at the offices of Eaton.For the committee had come herefor secrecy, and they knew that it would be only a short time before Pelton's heelers would be down upon them in force.It was agreed they should divide and slip quietly back to town, wait until everything was quiet and convene again.Meanwhile Eaton would make arrangements to see that his offices would be sufficiently guarded for protection against any attack.
Yesler walked back to town and was within a couple of blocks of his hotel when he glimpsed two figures crouching against the fence of the alley.He stopped in his tracks, watched them intently an instant, and was startled by a whistle from the rear.He knew at once his retreat, too, was cut off, and without hesitation vaulted the fence in front of a big gray stone house he was passing.A revolver flashed from the alley, and he laughed with a strange kind of delight.His thought was to escape round the house, but trellis work barred the way, and he could not open the gate.
"Trapped, by Jove," he told himself coolly as a bullet struck the trellis close to his head.
He turned back, ran up the steps of the porch and found momentary safety in the darkness of its heavy vines.But this he knew could not last.Running figures were converging toward him at a focal point.He could hear oaths and cries.Some one was throwing aimless shots from a revolver at the porch.
He heard a window go up in the second story and a woman's frightened voice ask."What is it? Who is there?""Let me in.I'm ambushed by thugs," he called back."There he is--in the doorway," a voice cried out of the night, and it was followed by a spatter of bullets about him.
He fired at a man leaping the fence.The fellow tumbled back with a kind of scream.
"God! I'm hit."
