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But whatever the causes, by the time the road lay a coiling thread from the top of the crevice to the spot where poor Charlie Tuck went down, Jim had built up a working machine of which many an older engineer would have been proud. The day before the Director and Mr. Freet were expected, Jim and Iron Skull left for the railway station, twenty-five miles away, to meet their two superiors.
It all happened very unexpectedly and I did me best to head him off. I must admit Pen was no help to me there." "But what " exclaimed Jim. Uncle Denny interrupted. "I don't know, meself. You gave Sara's name to Freet some time ago, two years ago, when he wanted to do some real estate business in New York.
His every idea seems hostile to the farmer, whose land the farmer himself is paying him to irrigate. Manning was trained by Freet, Mr. Secretary." The Secretary tapped his desk softly for several moments, as if turning over in his mind the opposing evidence brought out during the several days of the Hearing.
But what capped all were t' clothes he was donned in; they were covered wi' green moss, an' on his heead was a cap o' red fur. "Well, when Doed saw him, he was a bit flaid, but t' lad looked at him friendly-like and says: "'Now then, Doed, wheer ista boun'? "'I's boun' home, says Doed, an' his teeth started ditherin' wi' freet.
You talked to the wrong flower girl at the ball. She came to me about it the first thing when she saw me today." "Shucks!" said Oscar. "How did you get in touch with Freet, Oscar?" asked Jim. "Aw, I'll help you, Mr. Manning, but I won't tell you other people's business." "All right, Oscar.
"I mean that you have got an awful lot to learn yet before you will be of big value to the Service, but you've got to learn it with your elbows and sweating blood. You're that kind. Nothing I can say will help you. Good night, partner!" The next morning Jim reported at Freet's office. "Mr. Freet," he said carefully, "I have a lot of pride in the reputation of the Reclamation Service.
"Oh, come!" said Freet, "I didn't know you had anything personal in this, Mr. Saradokis. Manning and I are engineers, out for the good of the Projects." "Whatever your motives are, Mr. Freet," said Jim, "I don't like your methods and haven't since the Makon days. The water power will be opened to public bids and if you try to force me I'll tell what I guess." Freet laughed.
Went over and over the details of the flood, of the weathering abutments, of the concrete that did not come up to specifications, of the new system of concrete mixture that he and his cement engineer were evolving and which Jim believed in so ardently that he was using it on the dam. But in regard to Freet or to any graft in the Service he was persistently silent.
It's darn seldom you meet a good engineer that's money hungry. But Freet is. He's a miser in a way. But up on the Makon, he found out the Boss is as innocent as a baby of graft and more'n that he had his head in the clouds so's there was mighty little hope of his coming down to earth. So Freet got him sent down here. "Well, the time's coming down here when there'll be a nice lot of water power.
"That's a good idea," said Jim. "Freet won't stay after tomorrow, anyway. I can promise you that." "And I'll look out for the caged hyena," said Mrs. Flynn. "If God lets me live to spare my life, he'll get a tongue lashing from me that'll give him new respect for the Irish." Once more the group in the kitchen laughed, though tensely, and parted for the night.
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