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And after ten minutes of sharp, quick questions he leaned forward and, with his eyes steady and searching upon Conniston's, demanded, abruptly: "Is Truxton showing any signs of nervous irritability?" "Yes." Conniston hesitated, wondering what was in the other man's thoughts. He began an explanation such as he had made Argyl, but Mr. Crawford cut him short. "That will do. Thank you.
I don't say you won't make good I'm just sayin' I wouldn't take the chance. I'll stop here for you at four o'clock in the mornin'." He swung about from Conniston and toward Garton. "How're they comin', Tommy?" All of the curt brusqueness was gone from his tone, the keen, cold, measuring calculation from his eye.
Conniston stooped and tied his boot-laces, that they might not trip him when he moved. He stood up and whipped his revolver from its holster, spinning the cylinder, and then shoving it back. And then, laying the rifle across the top of one of the barrels, he cleared his throat and called out loudly. One of the men nearest him heard him above the shouting and pointed him out to another.
She regarded him curiously for a moment. "Some men," she said, quietly, "have been known to go to work and make money for themselves when they needed it." Conniston told her of his little friend William, of Indian Creek, adding, carelessly, "I'm glad I don't have to feel like that." "You mean that you had rather have money given to you than to feel that you had earned it yourself?"
Hapgood, applying his mouth to the pipe from which the water ran into the trough, drank long and thirstily, and then, dragging his feet heavily, went to the clump of willows and dropped to the ground in their shade. "We've done thirty miles, anyway," said Conniston, cheerily, when he, too, had drunk. "Twenty miles farther to the hills, and " Hapgood, his head between his hands, groaned.
And to the man upon his left, "Will you kindly pass me the bread?" The man grinned in rare enjoyment, and, since he kept his eyes upon Brayley's glowering face, it was hardly strange that he handed Conniston a plate of stewed prunes instead. "Thank you," Conniston said to him, still ignoring Brayley. "But it was bread I said." "An' I said something!" cut in Brayley, his voice crisp and incisive.
And I'll get busy first thing in the morning along the line you suggest. And," he hesitated a moment, and then finished, gravely, "I'm glad to see the way you're tying into this. And, do you know, I'd bet a man every cent I've got that we put the thing across!" Conniston stood up, thrusting his papers into his pocket. "If Truxton " he began. "Forget Truxton. He was all right and a mighty good man.
"And," Conniston hurried on, "if you are going You are going the same way, aren't you?" "Sure. I'm goin' right straight to the Half Moon corrals." "Then would you mind if my friend rode with you? I'll pay whatever is right." The other eyed him strangely. "I reckon you're from the East, maybe? Huh?" "Yes. From New York." "Uh-uh. I thought so.
Conniston and Argyl were to drive on to the dam, and to open the gates controlling the current to be poured into the big flume. The darkness had not yet gone, but was lifting, turning a dull gray, when Argyl and Conniston came to the dam. And now the engineer told her of two things which until now he had mentioned to no one save the men whom he had been obliged to call in to do the work for him.
But the little, brown, wizened old man, contemplatively chewing his tobacco like a gentle cow ruminating over her cud, answered what scattering questions Conniston put to him. The young man learned that the town took its name from the stream which crept rather than ran through it to spread out on the thirsty sands a few miles to the north, where it was absorbed by them.
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