"
"Just the same, Tom, I almost wish you'd carry a pistol after this,"
Harry remarked, as the two engineers went to their horses, mounted and
started toward town for their own meal.
"Bosh!" almost snapped Tom. "You know my opinion of pistols. They are
for policemen, soldiers and others who have real need to go armed. Only
a coward would pack a pistol day by day without needing it."
So the matter was dropped for the time being.
At the hotel Tom and Harry went to their accustomed seats in the dining
room. Their food was brought and the two young engineers fell to work
cheerfully. Just then a well-dressed man of perhaps thirty years
entered the dining, room, spoke to one of the waiters, and came over to
the engineers' table.
"Messrs. Reade and Hazelton?" he inquired pleasantly.
"Yes," Harry nodded.
"May I make myself known?" asked the stranger. "My name is Danes--Frank
Danes."
Harry in turn gave his own name and that of Tom.
"I wonder if you would think it intruding if I invited myself to join
you at this table?" the stranger went on.
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