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None of our enginemen is at this end of the line, and your man Williams, who brought you up from Denver, doesn't know the way. More than that, if we had a man and an engine, I'd be afraid to send you out for a night run. Mr. Ford made it last night with Mr. Colbrith's car, and they used up ten hours in covering less than a hundred and twenty miles, and came within six feet of killing everybody."
"That's the end of it for a little while, Billy," he said, addressing the big engineer as a man and a brother. "Crawl in on the first siding you come to, and go hunt you a bed. I don't think the president will be perniciously active to-day after such a night as we've had." But in this, as in other instances when Mr. Colbrith's activities had figured as a factor, he reckoned without his host.
This was all ancient history when Ford left the Granger road to climb, at President Colbrith's behest, into the Plug Mountain saddle; and a round half-dozen of the young Napoleons had been broken before he put foot in stirrup for the mounting. While his attacking of the problem had been open-eyed, he had not stopped to specialize in the ancient history of the Plug Mountain branch.
The Nadia was in and side-tracked, with a sleepy porter on guard. Ford climbed to the platform and asked for the president. "Yas, suh; dis is Mr. Colbrith's cyar; but he don't see no newspapuh men no, suh. Besides, dey's just gettin' up," was the rebuff; but Ford ignored it. "'They? Then Mr. Colbrith isn't alone?" "No, suh; got a pahty 'long with him a young gentleman and two ladies; yes, suh.
There is a small army of them under canvas at Saint's Rest, waiting for the contractors, and another with between two and three hundred hands camped at the mouth of the canyon." Ford knocked the ashes from his pipe so hard that the pipestem fell in two. "Yes! all waiting on Mr. Colbrith's leisurely motions! Well, jump in on the Plug Mountain. That will utilize some of the waste for a few days."
I think I'll go and light the fuses while I'm keyed up to it." The crowd of laborers had dispersed by the time Ford reached the Nadia, and the president, benign from the reactionary effect of his own early-morning eloquence, was waiting for him. "Ah; we did reach the front safely, after all, didn't we, Mr. Ford?" was Mr. Colbrith's mildly sarcastic greeting.
It was not any mistaken sense of loyalty to the president that restrained him; on the contrary, he decided that Mr. Colbrith's declaration of war left him free to fight as he would.
"Miss Adair, you must let me introduce my friend and first assistant, Mr. Richard Frisbie. He is vastly more picturesque than anything else we have to show you at this end of the Pacific Southwestern. Dick Miss Alicia Adair, President Colbrith's niece." Frisbie took off his hat, and Miss Alicia gave him her most gracious smile. "Please go on," she said. "I'm immensely interested.
Colbrith's annual inspection tour over the Pacific Southwestern had been extended to cover the new line at Kenneth's suggestion a suggestion arising out of purely reformatory motives.
"And the president?" queried the visitor. "Mr. Colbrith's car is at the end-of-track. You wished to join the party in the Nadia?" "That is what I had in mind," said Adair, not too anxiously. Mr. North shook his head. "I don't think you'd enjoy the run over the construction track. Mr.
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