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It went, with a ripping cheer to boot; a cheer that was repeated here and there all over the place as Bannon's offer was passed along. So for another twenty-four hours they strained and tugged and tusselled up in the big swing, for it was nothing else, above the railroad tracks.
What do you think she is a sawhorse! She never took more than two hours to Manistogee in her life." The corners of Bannon's mouth twitched expressively. Sloan laughed again. "I guess it's up to me this time," he said. Before they started Sloan telephoned to the Eagle office to tell them to print a full-sized reproduction of his poster on the front page of the Ledyard Evening Eagle.
He had not Bannon's years of experience at bridge repairing; it had happened that he had never been called upon to put up a belt gallery before, and this idea of building a wooden box one hundred and fifty feet long and holding it up, thirty feet in air, on three trestles, was formidable. Bannon's nonchalant air of setting about it seemed almost an affectation.
"But you seemed so frightened at first when you saw me " "I was," she confessed simply; "I thought you were Mr. Greggs." "Greggs?" "Mr. Bannon's private secretary his right-hand man. He's about your height and has a suit like the one you wear, and in that poor light at the distance I didn't notice you were clean-shaven Greggs wears a moustache "
Porter, let alone to talk with him, and Bannon, steadily ignoring his questions, continued blandly requesting him to call Mr. Porter to the telephone. Hilda was listening with interest, for Bannon's manner was different from anything she had ever seen in him before.
From the first, of course, he had been hurt that the office should have thought it necessary to send Bannon to supersede him, but so long as he had plenty to do and was in Bannon's company every hour of the day, he had not taken time to think about it much.
We've got just forty-eight hours to do the whole trick. Catch hold now lively." It was a simple scheme of Bannon's. The floor of the gallery was to be built in two sections, one in the main house, one in the spouting house. As fast as the timbers were bolted together the halves of the floor were shoved out over the tracks, each free end being supported by a rope which ran up over a pulley.
He had wit enough to see that Bannon was a much harder man to handle than Peterson, and that with Peterson restored to full authority, the only element of uncertainty would be removed. And he thought that if he could get Peterson to help him it might be possible to secure Bannon's recall. If the scheme failed, he had still another shot in his locker, but this one was worth a trial, anyway.
He stood looking up through the upper floors of the cupola, and he did not see Max until the timekeeper stood beside him. "Hello, Max," he said. "We'll have the roof on here in another ten days." Max followed Peterson's glance upward. "I guess that's right. It begins to look as if things was coming 'round all right. I just come up from the office. Mr. Bannon's there.
That should have been enough, but when James' turn came to speak, after nearly two hours of eating and singing and laughing and riotous good cheer, he began in a way that brought Bannon's eyes quickly upon him. "Boys," he said, "we've worked hard together on this job, and one way and another we've come to understand what sort of a man our boss is. Ain't that right?"
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