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Updated: June 29, 2025
"We are not standing much upon ceremony in these days of reorganization," he said. Then, to hold the interview down firmly to a business basis: "What can I do for you, Mr. Flemister?" "Nothing nothing on top of earth; it's the other way round. I came to do something for you or, rather, for one of your subordinates.
Lidgerwood felt his gorge rising, and a great contempt for Flemister was mingled with a manful desire to pitch him out into the corridor. It was a concession to his unexplainable pity for Hallock that made him temporize. "As I said before, you needn't go into the ethics of the matter with me, Mr. Flemister," he said.
Train 205, the train Flemister had suggested that he might take, was just pulling in from the long run across the desert when he reached the foot of the stairs.
Yet Lidgerwood fancied that of the group circling the fire, Flemister was the one whose eyes turned oftenest toward the sheeted figures across the track; sometimes in morbid starings, but now and again with the haggard side-glance of fear. Why was the mine-owner afraid? Lidgerwood analyzed the query shrewdly. Was he implicated in the matter of the loosened rail?
He had not seen Flemister since the day of the rather spiteful conversation, with the building-and-loan theft for a topic, and on that occasion the mine-owner had gone away with threats in his mouth. Yet his letter was distinctly friendly, conveying an offer of neighborly help. The occasion for the neighborliness arose upon a right-of-way involvement.
Know anything about the history of the mine?" Lidgerwood shook his head. "Well, I do; just happen to. You know how it lies on the western slope of Little Butte ridge?" "Yes." "That is where it lies now. But the original openings were made on the eastern slope of the butte. They didn't pan out very well, and Flemister began to look for a victim to whom he could sell.
"What would you do, if you had the chance, Rankin?" "I'd kill out some of the waste and recklessness, if it took the last man off the pay-rolls; and I'd break even with at least one man over in the Timanyoni, if I had to use the whole Red Butte Western to pry him loose!" "Flemister again?" queried the master-mechanic.
On the Saturday in the week of surcease, Flemister came in on the noon train from the west, and it was McCloskey who ushered him into the superintendent's office. Lidgerwood looked up and saw a small man wearing the khaki of the engineers, with a soft felt hat to match.
"Because, the day before yesterday, when I was on the Little Butte station platform, talking with Goodloe, I saw Flemister and Hallock walking down the new spur together. When they saw me, they turned around and began to walk back toward the mine." "Hallock had business with Flemister, I know that much, and he took half a day off Thursday to go and see him," said the superintendent.
If he meant to keep the wire appointment with Flemister, there was no time to call out another crew. "I don't like to ask you and Williams to double out of your turn, especially when I know of no necessity for it. But I'm in a rush. Can you two stand it?" "Sure," said the ex-cow-man. Then he ventured a word of his own.
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