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For one thing, I have picked up a letter in his locker which is addressed to him, it is evident, but not by the name of Blake. It is written in German and I want it explained." "Oh, Mr. Santley!" cried Whistler, "I believe there is something wrong. He told that Captain Braun, of the Sarah Coville, that his work was finished here. He was only returning for a particular thing to Elmvale."

"Must 'uv dropped 'sleep Dog tired." His bleared gaze swung around and took in Mrs. Gantry. He started and tried to sit more erect. "Excuse me! Didn't know there was a lady here." "Don't apologize. That's for me to do," interposed Mr. Leslie, offering his hand. "My that is, the Coville Company officers tell me you've worked out a wonderful piece of engineering for them."

I don't believe the dam can be built; I'm tired of the whole thing. So I unload on the Coville Company. You see? The company offers the fifty thousand bonus as a last hope. It hires Blake direct on some of its routine work. You insist that he try for the dam, between times." "That's the ticket!" said Griffith. "We'll try it on him." "Then call by the Coville office.

Griffith coughed and hesitated. "Well now look here, Tommy, you're not the kind to hold a grudge. Anyway, the bridge was turned over to the Coville Construction Company." He turned quickly to Lord James. "Say, what's that about his being in the papers? If it's anything to his credit, put me next, won't you? I couldn't pry it out of him with a crow-bar."

Blake took the opened letter, which was headed with the name and officers of the Coville Construction Company. He read it through with care, whistled, and read it through the second time. "Well, what you think of it?" impatiently demanded Griffith. "Whee! They sure must think H. V. has left them to hold the bag. Fifty thousand bonus to the engineer that shows 'em how the dam can be built!"

The oil tender, Sarah Coville, was not here, and, on making some inquiries of the dock loungers, the boys learned that she had not been seen at Rivermouth since the night they had come in off the submarine chaser in the fog.

Thought you said that Blake " "D'you suppose he'd take a cent of it? He's working for me." "But if he does the work?" "He might accept the credit. The cash would come to me, if he had to cram it down my throat. He won't touch your money." "Crazy fool!" rasped Mr. Leslie. Again he paused to consider, and again he spoke with quick decision. "The Coville Company takes over the project.

Just before they reached the restaurant they usually patronized when they were in the town, Whistler uttered an exclamation and held his friends back. "See those two men going into Yancey's Restaurant?" he queried. "What about 'em?" Frenchy asked. "The fellow ahead," said Whistler Morgan deeply in earnest, "is that man Blake. The other I bet is the captain of the Sarah Coville."

To what end could it have been placed under the rock on the edge of the overflow-stream from the Elmvale Dam? Whistler had little to say himself during that meal at Yancey's. He heard nothing more from the next booth, for Blake seemed to manage the half drunken skipper of the Sarah Coville with better judgment. By and by the two men left the restaurant.

"He sailed into me, first thing, for taking work from you. To ease him off, I said the Coville Company had taken over the bridge from you. The matter hasn't happened to come up again since." "You're certain he doesn't know I'm interested in the company?" "Not unless somebody else has told him." "Then let's see We'll appoint him Assistant Resident Engineer on the bridge."