"
"Speed the day!" replied Mr. Ellsworth, as he climbed into his private
car to return. "By the way, you haven't heard anything lately from Jim
Duff & Company?"
"Not a word," Reade replied. "I don't believe we're yet through with
Rough-house camp, however. They're waiting only until our suspicions
are allayed. Once in a while we lose one of our workmen to the enemy,
and then we have to discharge the poor fellow. Some of our former men
have gone away, but there are about thirty of them left in Paloma, and I
imagine that they're ready to be ugly when the chance comes. The agent
of the Colthwaite Company is still in Paloma. He has been here ever
since we came."
"Agent of the Colthwaite Company?" repeated the general manager, opening
his eyes. "What's his name?"
"Fred Ransom," Tom replied half carelessly.
"Ransom? Fred Ransom? I never heard of any Colthwaite agent of that
name."
"He's one of the Colthwaite people's troublemakers," Tom went on,
opening his own eyes rather wide.
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