Moreover, I'm certain that the man knows a good deal about
engineering work, though he won't admit it."
"We'll have to watch him, then," muttered Harry.
"We don't need to tell him anything, nor do we need to bring him out
here to see how we are filling in the Man-killer. If we don't tell
Danes much he may not last long. The Colthwaite people ought soon to
grow tired of keeping agents here who don't succeed in hindering our
work."
"Whew! I shall be glad of a sleep to-night, after all the excitement of
last night," declared Hazelton, as the young engineers rode into Paloma
at the close of the day's work.
On the porch, lolling in a reclining chair with his feet elevated to the
railing, sat Frank Danes.
"Back from toil, gentlemen?" was his pleasant greeting.
"Long enough to get sufficient sleep to carry us through to-morrow," was
Tom Reade's unruffled response.
"You do look tired," assented Danes, rising and coming toward them.
"Yet I hear that, personally, you don't have hard work to do.
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