"The engineers are signaling us, Mr. President," reported General
Manager Ellsworth. "They are motioning us to go forward."
Accordingly the party of railway officials entered their automobiles and
started slowly off over the Man-killer.
"Ride back and meet them, Harry," Tom suggested. "Show them that one
point that we noticed."
Hazelton accordingly dug his heels into the flank of his pony, starting
off at a gallop.
Two or three minutes passed. Then Mr. Ellsworth leaped from his seat in
the foremost automobile, standing erect in the car and pointing
excitedly.
"Look there!" he shouted lustily. "What's happening?"
Away off, at the further side of the Man-killer, a horseman had suddenly
ridden into sight from behind a sand pile. His swiftly moving pony had
gotten within three hundred yards of the chief engineer before Tom
looked up to behold the newcomer.
From where the railroad officials watched they could hear nothing,
though they saw a succession of indistinct spittings from something in
the right hand of the horseman.
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