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"Unless there is something more to be done on the spot, I think we'd better take the road over the hills. It's with you, Mr. Colbrith." The president signified his assent by climbing into his buckboard, and the return journey was begun with the two engineers in the lead for pathfinding purposes. Once safely out of earshot, Frisbie voiced his disgust. "A wild goose-chase, pure and simple!

Ford had been born in Illinois; and so, something better than a third of a century earlier, had the president. Moreover, Mr. Colbrith had, in the hey-day of his youth, shared rooms with the elder Ford in the fresh-water university which had later numbered the younger Ford among its alumni.

"Never mind," she said; "you can't tell the truth, either, with Mr. Ford looking on. But I shall find it out." Frisbie looked horrified. "You you certainly will, Miss Adair; if Mr. Colbrith insists upon having his car dragged over the range." Then, being quite willing to make his escape, he turned to his chief. "Is there anything else?

"I don't know. Another of the president's little surprises, I suppose. We'll know when he sends for me." The expected summons came at that precise moment, transmitted by Penfield. Mr. Colbrith would like to see Mr. Ford in his private state-room in the Nadia. The secretary had a sheaf of telegrams in his hand, and wished to be directed to the wire office.

Frisbie with you, if you see fit. I understand he is implicated with you in this matter." Ford bridled angrily at the word. "There is no implication about it, Mr. Colbrith. You continually refer to it as if it were a crime." "Ah! the word is yours, Mr. Ford. We shall see we shall see. That is all, for the present." Ford was raging when he found Frisbie and gave the order for the vehicles.

Mr. Colbrith nebber goes nowhah's 'dout he teks a pahty in de cyar." "Heavens!" groaned Ford, under his breath; "as if the thing wasn't complicated enough without making a picnic of it!" Then aloud. "I wish to go in. My name is Ford, and Mr. Colbrith is expecting me." "Sho' you isn't a newspapuh man?" "Of course not," said Ford shortly.

At the next annual meeting he can elect Brewster president over your head: then you will have to stand for all the grafting and deviltry that will be unearthed." The ground for this duel between President Colbrith and the determined young pace-setter was the lobby of the tar-paper-covered hotel, cleared now of the impromptu mining-stock exchange, which had moved into permanent quarters.

Ford urges us to spend millions. We have been trying to dispose of some of our non-paying branches: Mr. Ford would have us acquire others and build new lines." While Mr. Colbrith was speaking, Adair was rapidly characterizing the members for Ford, checking them off upon his fingers.

"I trust I know my duty as the head of a great railway company too well to be carried away on every baseless wave of excitement that fires the imagination of the mining-camp I chance to be visiting." Mr. Colbrith was not above mixing metaphor when the provocation was sufficiently great. "Baseless?" echoed Ford. "Surely you don't doubt ... Why, Mr.

Ford did not mean to be ungracious to her what lover ever means to be curt to the one woman in all the world? But it is not easy to be angry in nine parts and loving-kind in the tenth anger being one of the inclusive emotions. Nevertheless, he made the effort, for her sake. However inconsiderate Mr. Colbrith was, she was blameless.

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