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Then Pen spoke very uncertainly: "This settles it, of course. I shall go back to New York at once with Sara." The little group in the kitchen looked at Jim. His face was white and set. "Wait a day or so, Pen. I must get some sort of a plan formulated." "What am I to do with that man Freet hanging round?" asked Pen. "Come down for a day or so with me, Mrs. Pen," said Mrs. Ames.
"He is making a most regrettable record here," very stiffly from the domino. "Shucks! Why don't you fire Arthur Freet? I warn you right now that he's trying to get his hooks into this dam." "The Service might well dispense with both of them, I believe," said the domino. The flower girl sniffed again. "You politicians " she began, when she was interrupted by a call at the door. The music stopped.
Pen!" exclaimed Jane. Jim nodded comically and Oscar with a sudden roar of laughter shook hands with Jim. "And women think they need the vote!" he said, leading Jane out the door. That evening just as Jim was finishing his supper Pen walked into the living room. "Jim," she said, "did you know that Mr. Freet was coming?" Jim pulled out a chair for Pen but she shook her head.
"Under the circumstances, it is hardly in good taste for you to remain. It might look as if you and I were having a gentleman's agreement on the price of dams." Freet laughed. "I had planned to take the six o'clock train. I quite finished my business with Saradokis last night. He's a brilliant business man. Too bad he has that silly whim about you." Jim did not answer.
The two were held at the little desert station for a day, waiting for the two visitors who were delayed at Green Mountain. They returned in the stage with the Director and Freet, the two saddle horses leading behind. Just about a mile outside the camp they were met by Henderson, mounted on one of the huge mules, that shone with much grooming.
It was widened to hang like a shelf over sickening depths or built up with concrete to withstand the wash from some menacing gorge, or tilted to cling desperately to a blank wall that offered not even claw hold for the eagles. And always it must drop with a grade that took no account of return freightage. "We'll wear the machinery out and leave it at the bottom," Freet had said.
Jim had not been called on but Arthur Freet and two other Project engineers had spent an entire day on the stand, quizzed unmercifully by everyone in the room. They had disclaimed every accusation.
There was silence in the little sheet iron office for a moment and then Jim said, "I can't do it, Mr. Freet." "This is not a matter for you to decide, Manning," replied Freet. "A man in my position has more to consider in building a dam than the mere engineering 'best. I must think of the tactful thing, the thing that will save the Service trouble.
I was a bit feared on the squire, he bein' a great gentleman down in Lexhoe, and I darn't go near till I was called. And says he, smilin': "'What's a' this ye a sen, child? it mun be a dream, for ye know there's na sic a thing as a bo or a freet in a' the world. But whatever it was, ma little maid, sit ye down and tell all about it from first to last.
"I can't do it! The west canal had to go through that Land Hog Howard's place, I'm sorry to say. It was the cheapest and best site. Every farmer in the valley dressed me down about it, in person and by mail. But I haven't cared! It was the right thing. But nothing doing on Mellin's place." Freet smiled a little. "Do you want me to go over your head?" Jim gave him a clear look.
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