"
"We don't work at all, if you take that view of it," Harry retorted.
"Yet there's a thing called responsibility, and many wise men have
declared that it takes more out of a man than hours of toiling with pick
and shovel."
"Oh, I can believe that's so," agreed Danes. "Going into dinner now?"
"After a bath and a change of clothing," Tom replied.
"Then, if you really don't mind, I'll wait and dine at the same table
with you."
"If you can wait that long we shall be charmed to have your company,"
Tom assured him as the young engineers stepped inside.
Frank Danes half started as they left him.
"Reade's tone sounded a bit peculiar," muttered the newcomer to himself.
"I wonder why? Perhaps I have forced myself a little too much upon him
and Reade has taken a dislike to me."
If Tom had taken a dislike to the newcomer, Danes could not be sure of
it from the young chief engineer's manner at table. Harry Hazelton,
too, was almost gracious during the meal.
"They're a pair of half-smart, half-simple boobs," decided Danes, as he
smoked a cigar alone after dinner.
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