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"Ay, twins," he repeated; "one dead, and another living even you yourself, Henney, who are as like your father as if there never had been a Captain Preston in the world." And thus was John Cowie precognosced. We need not say that he was that very day examined before the commissioner.
That surprised and thrilled Neale into eagerness. "Who are the engineers?" "Blake and Coffee. I don't know them. Henney sent them out from Omaha. They're well recommended. But that's no matter. Something is wrong. You're to have full charge of engineers, bosses, masons. In fact, I've sent word out to that effect." "Who's the contractor?" asked Neale. "I don't know.
This was no other than Henney Hislop herself, who, having been alarmed at the long absence of her "mother," as she called her, and of course believed her to be, was so delighted to find her, that she sobbed out her joy in such an artless way, that even the writer owned it was interesting to behold.
The engineers leaned over, watching Neale's progress. Larry King did not look over the precipice. He watched the slowly slipping rope as knot by knot it passed over. It fascinated him. "He's reached the bulge of rock," called Baxter, craning his neck. "There, he's down out of sight!" exclaimed Henney. Casey, the flagman, leaned farther out than any other.
He went over his figures and notes with the result that he called on Henney and absolutely swore that the grade was right. Henney swore too, in a different and more forcible way, but he agreed with Neale and advised him to call upon the expert commissioners. Neale did so, and found them, with one exception, open to conviction. The exception was a man named Allison Lee.
In this work she was interrupted by the entrance of Henney, who came rushing in as if under the influence of some emotion which had taken her young heart by surprise. "What think ye, minny?" she cried, as she held up her hands. "The deil has risen again from the grave where he was buried in Kirkcaldy," was the reply, with a laugh. "No, that's no it," continued the girl.
Napier died next day after the birth; Mr. Napier lived a miserable man; Henney was brought up in poverty, and sometimes distress, but now I hope she has come to her kingdom." Here Mrs.
"Then what is it?" was the question. "He's dead," replied Henney. "Who is dead?" again asked Mrs. Hislop. "The strange man," replied the girl. And a reply, too, which brought the busy worker to a pause in her work, for she understood who the he was, and the information went direct through the ear to the heart; but Henney, supposing that she was not understood, added
Neale looked at his papers and then at his chief. "For instance," said Lodge, "tell us about Blake and Coffee." "Haven't you seen them heard from them?" inquired Neale. "No. Henney has not, either. And they were his men." "Gentlemen, I'm afraid I lost my head in regard to them." "Explain, please," said Warburton. "We will judge your conduct."
The troopers, thrown off their balance, fell backward. Baxter groaned; Boone and Henney cried out in horror; General Lodge stood aghast, dazed. Then they all froze rigid in the position of intense listening. A dull sound puffed up from the gorge, a low crash, then a slow- rising roar and rattle of sliding earth and rock. It diminished and ceased with the hollow cracking of stone against stone.
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