When we go away from here I, for one, shall
feel certain that the Man-killer must behave for all time to come.
Harry, there's a limit to the shifting tendency of a quicksand, and
to-day's test proves to me that we've found it. We've won. I wish I were
as sure of a dozen other things as I am that we've won out here to-day."
"All right, then," smiled Hazelton. "You're a smarter engineer than I
am, Tom, old fellow. If you're satisfied, then I'm bound to be, for
I'll back your judgment in engineering against my own."
"That's rather more praise, Harry, than I expect or wish," Reade
rejoined soberly. "But I don't see how the Man-killer can ever again
assert himself against the A. G. & N. M.'s roadbed."
"Oh, I'm only an old croaker, I know," Harry confessed. "I've got a
blue streak on to-night. Or else it's a fit of apprehension about
something or other. I feel as if--"
Crack! crack!
Outside two shots rang suddenly out, to be followed by a dozen swift,
scattering reports.
"Mr.
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