"
"That's all right," Reade declared.
"It looks all right," muttered Hawkins, who knew something about the
ways of railroads.
Up the track the whistle on a stationary engine blew the noon signal.
"Feel like eating, Harry?" Tom called to his chum, who had been mildly
dozing in a chair in one corner of the room.
"Always," declared Hazelton, sitting up and yawning.
"Are you going to eat in town this noon, or in camp?" Tom inquired of
the superintendent of construction.
Hawkins was about to answer that he'd eat in camp, when he suddenly
reconsidered.
"I guess I'll ride along with you, Mr. Reade," he said dryly.
Horses were brought, and the three mounted and rode away. In such
sizzling heat as beat down from the noonday sun Tom had not the heart to
urge his mount to speed. The trio were soon at the edge of Paloma,
which they had to enter through one of the streets occupied by the
rougher characters.
Just as they rode down by the first buildings a low whistle sounded on
the heavy, dead air.
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