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Indeed, nearly everybody on the job had by this time caught the spirit of energy that Bannon had infused into the work. "I'll be glad when it gets up far enough to look like something, so we can feel that things are really getting on." "They're getting on all right," Bannon replied. "How soon will we be working on the cupola?" "Tomorrow." "Tomorrow!" "Why, we can't do it, can we?" "Why not?"
He sealed the envelope and tossed it to one side. "Miss Vogel," he said, pushing his chair back, "didn't you ask me something just now?" "It was about getting the cribbing across the lake," she replied. "I don't see how you did it." Her interest in the work pleased Bannon. "It ain't a bad story. You see the farmers up in that country hate the railroads. It's the tariff rebate, you know.
Next morning at eight o'clock Charlie Bannon walked into the office of C. H. Dennis, the manager of the Ledyard Salt and Lumber Company. "I'm Bannon," he said, "of MacBride & Company. Come up to see why you don't get out our bill of cribbing." "Told you by letter," retorted Dennis. "We can't get the cars." "I know you did. That's a good thing to say in a letter.
Then, in answer to Hilda's gesture of protest, "You don't want to climb away up there tonight. I'll be back in ten minutes," and he was gone before she could reply. "I guess I can take care of you till he comes back," said Bannon. Hilda made no answer. She seemed to think that silence would conceal her annoyance better than anything she could say.
She did not see the change that came over his face, the weary look that meant that the strain of a week had suddenly broken, but she did not need to see it, for she knew it was there. She heard him step down from the platform, and then she watched him as he walked down the aisle to meet Max, who was bringing up the flags. She wondered impatiently why Bannon did not call to him.
The boss of the gang denied that he had carried more of a load than Bannon had authorized, but some of the talk among the men indicated the contrary. Only one man was injured and he not fatally, a piece of almost miraculous good luck. Some scaffolding was torn down and a couple of timbers badly sprung, but the total damage was really slight. Bannon in person superintended rigging the new hoist.
A careful examination convinced Bannon that the pile foundations would prove strong enough to support this heavier structure, and that the only changes necessary would be in the frame of the spouting house. On the same day that the plans arrived, work on the tower commenced. Peterson had about got to the point where startling developments no longer alarmed him.
But I will say that I'm glad you ain't coming to Ledyard to live." Bannon left the supper table before Sloan had finished, and was gone nearly an hour. "It's all fixed up," he said when he returned. "I've cinched the wharf." They started back as they had come, in silence, Bannon crowding as low as possible in his ulster, dozing.
But when, well along in the afternoon, a water boy found him up on the weighing floor and told him there was something for him at the office, he made astonishing time getting down. "Here's your package," said Max, as Bannon burst into the little shanty. It was a little, round, pasteboard box.
Certainly you must know one another. Mademoiselle Bannon with your permission my friend, Monsieur Lanyard. And Monsieur Bannon an old, dear friend, with whom you will share a passion for the beauties of art."
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