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"There's one thing I don't understand at all! If that is so, if your repugnance for criminal associations made you run away from me why did you go back to Bannon?" She started and gave him a furtive, frightened glance. "You knew that?" "I saw you last night followed you from Viel's to your hotel."
He left Peterson still smiling good-humoredly over the incident. It was not so much to look over the job as to get where he could work out his wrath that Bannon left the office. There was no use in trying to explain to Peterson what he had done, for even if he could be made to understand, he could undo nothing. Bannon had known a good many walking delegates, and he had found them, so far, square.
Bannon was thinking hard. "No," he finally said, "she can't. There ain't any use of wasting all day to-morrow unloading that cribbing and getting it across." Peterson, too, was thinking; and his eye-brows were coming together in a puzzled scowl. "Oh," he said, "you mean to do it to-night?" "Yes, sir.
I want to consult you about a good many things in the course of a day." Pete's face was simply a lens through which one could see the feelings at work beneath, and Bannon knew that he had struck the right chord at last. "How is it? Does that go?" "Sure," said Pete. "I never knew you wanted to consult me about anything, or I'd have been around before."
Peterson started toward the office, to give the word to the men before they could hand in their time checks. "Mr. Bannon." The foreman turned; Vogel was approaching. "I wanted to see about that cribbing bill. How much of it's coming down by boat?" "Two hundred thousand. You'd better help Peterson get that timber out of the way. We're holding the men."
She drew in her breath quickly, and looked up at Bannon with a nervous little gesture. "I like it," she finally said, after a long silence, during which they had watched a big stick go up on one of the small hoists, to be swung into place and driven home on the dowel pins by Peterson's sledge. "Isn't Pete a hummer?" said Max. "I never yet saw him take hold of a thing that was too much for him."
So the three of them sat down to supper around the draughting-table, and between bites Bannon talked, a little about everything, but principally, and with much corroborative detail for the story seemed to strain even Pete's easy credulity of how, up at Yawger, he had been run on the independent ticket for Superintendent of the Sunday School, and had been barely defeated by two votes.
"We'll see about that. You can't come it on the union that way " Then, without any preparatory gesture whatever, Bannon knocked him down. The man seemed to fairly rebound from the floor. He rushed at the boss, but before he could come within striking distance, Bannon whipped out a revolver and dropped it level with Reilly's face.
Toward the middle of the evening Vogel came up from the wharf with a question. As he was about to return, Bannon, who had been turning over in his mind the incident of the section boss, said: "Wait a minute, Max. What about this railroad business have they bothered you much before now?" "Not very much, only in little ways. I guess it's just this section boss that does it on his own hook.
We've been trying to help make him comfortable " "Oh," said Bannon; "it's you that's been sending those things around to him." She looked at him with surprise. "Why, how did you know?" "I heard about it." Hilda hesitated. She did not know exactly how to begin. It occurred to her that perhaps Bannon was smiling at her eager manner.
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