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He shambled forward awkwardly, and stood in an awkward position, with his eyes cast down. Frank looked at him closely and started. Then, in a perfectly calm manner, but with a trace of triumph in his voice, he declared: "This is the fellow who did the job!" "What?" cried the engineer, in astonishment. "How do you know?" asked the engineer's assistant, incredulously.
And the technical problems of discovering and manipulation once solved, there was still needed organization, system, and administration to make the mine a paying one. But all these things were exactly the young engineer's specialties. He was from the beginning, as we already know, and conspicuously is today, resourceful, original, capable of prompt decision, an organizer and administrator.
Thus he pored over the engineer's voluminous handy-book of nature; thus must, too, have pored my grand-father and uncles. But it is of the essence of this knowledge, or this knack of mind, to be largely incommunicable. 'It cannot be imparted to another, says my father. The verbal casting-net is thrown in vain over these evanescent, inferential relations.
Damn lucky . . . if the kitty's not lying." Corina's ears flattened slightly at that uncalled-for slur, but she forced herself to say nothing about it, responding instead to the Chief Engineer's slight gesture. "You wish to ask something, Commander Jensen?" "Please. Can a mind screen like that be generated electronically?"
Such was the substance of the report, and so it came to an end. Many men would have thought the engineer's statement rather too carefully worded; and, suspecting him of trying to make the best of a bad case, would have entertained serious doubts on the subject of Frank's future. Mr.
The old woman was delighted to see Henrietta, whom she called the guardian angel of the county, and she would not be content till she had seized Henrietta's little hands in her own trembling ones and raised them painfully to her lips. At last the joyous evening arrived. Henrietta put on a very simple ball-dress, compared with which the dress of the mining engineer's wife was really luxurious.
He meant to go to the engineer's office before his return to town, now that his affairs with Grogan were settled. As he swung back the door in the board fence, he stumbled over a mere scrap of humanity carrying a dinner-pail. The mite was peering through the crack and calling to Cully at the horse-trough.
To write the latter correctly, to keep the Committee informed of the amount of cement used, of fresh piles driven, of water pumped out, of concrete put in, to notify casualties, as they occurred, in a manner that might suggest the Committee's obligations under employers' liability, but did not harrow their feelings; to be at the works by nine o'clock every morning and not to leave till five; to be either in the iron shanty called the engineer's office, or supervising the making of concrete, or clambering about the massive beams and piles, or shouting through the telephone, or interviewing the ganger, or doing one of the hundred other things that were in the day's work; surely this was all that was required to be done, and he flattered himself that he had done it very well.
At his home, when guests gathered round the engineer's table, the boy, with his eyes sparkling, listened to his father's "strange, humorous vein of talk," then glanced round with a smile of expectation to see how much others appreciated their host's well-told tales. "My father was always my dearest," he wrote.
"Well," he said, smiling, "if I'm found in the road some day, you'll know who did it." I shook my head. "Oh, no; he isn't that bad." "I don't know," said Marston. The smoke of the young engineer's coke ovens lay far below us and the Blight had never seen a coke-plant before.
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