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"No, and yet I don't know why either of us should hold any against him," went on Joe's chum. "Certainly he has been a good friend and companion to us, and he has learned quickly." "Oh, yes, he's smart enough. Well, we haven't much more to do here. A slide, if we can get one, and some pictures below Gatun Dam, and we can go back North." "Yes," agreed Blake.
"That valley" she indicated the tropical plain between the hills, wherein floating dredges were at work "will be an inland sea. Those forests will be under water." "Where is the Gatun dam I've heard so much about?" She pointed out a low, broad ridge or hog-back linking the hills together. "That is it. It doesn't look much like a dam, does it? But it is all hand-made.
Of course theirs was not the first vessel to make the complete trip, so that feature lost something of its novelty. But the boys were well satisfied with their labors. "We're not through, though, by any means," said Blake. "We have to get some pictures of Gatun Dam from the lower side. I think a few more jungle scenes, and some along the Panama Railroad, wouldn't go bad."
The chase sent me more than once stumbling away across rock-tumbled Gatun dam that squats its vast bulk where for long centuries, eighty-five feet below, was the village of Old Gatun with its proud church and its checkered history, where Morgan and Peruvian viceroys and "Forty-niners" were wont to pause from their arduous journeyings. They call it a dam.
There was at least another member of the party who seemed to think just as they did, for when the machine purred out into the rough road leading from the path to Gatun the slight figure of Gastong vaulted into the back seat with the boys and motioned to them to remain quiet. "What's up?" whispered Jimmie. "Perhaps he wouldn't let me go," suggested the other.
Gatun dam fills the opening between the hills at Gatun through which the Chagres river flows to the Caribbean Sea. It consists, if it may be regarded in the light of a finished production, of a water-tight center or core composed of sand and clay mixed in proper proportion and deposited hydraulically; that is by being pumped in. On each side a wall of rock confines this core.
The newcomers did not light the flaring torches with which the room was usually illuminated, but, closing the door, sat down near the forge. "I think," Ned whispered, drawing Jimmie toward the door, "that the fate of the Gatun dam and the Daily Planet building depends on our getting out of here. Move carefully."
It's hell!" He stopped, breathless. "Why don't you quit?" suggested Anthony. "Quit! What for? Good Lord! We LIKE it. Here we are at Pedro Miguel, by-the-way. We'll be into the Cut shortly." To his left Anthony beheld another scene somewhat similar to the one at Gatun. Other movable steel cranes, with huge wide-flung arms, rose out of another chasm in which were extensive concrete workings.
Work on the locks and dams at Gatun, which began actively in March last, has advanced so far that it is thought that masonry work on the locks can be begun within fifteen months.
"That's what I do mean," spoke Joe. "And if you haven't I have." "Have what?" "I've been watching Alcando since you and he came back, and I think he's decidedly queer." "Suspicious, you mean?" "I mean he acts as though something were going to happen." "Another landslide?" asked Blake with a laugh. "No chance of that here at Gatun Dam." "No, but something else could happen, I think."
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