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Evidently he did not see much, for upon getting up he shook his head. Then he gazed at the bulging wall. "The side of that can be blown off," he muttered. "But what's around the corner? If it's straight stone wall for miles and miles we are done," said Boone, another of the engineers. "The opposite wall is just that," added Henney. "A straight stone wall."
Napier is dead, and the brother o' that wicked Jezebel, Isbel Napier, may try to take the property frae Henney, wha I aye kenned as a Napier, with the very nose and een o' the father, I have spoken out; and may the Lord gie the right to whom the right is due!"
"The chief has promoted you," he said. "What!" exclaimed Neale, starting up. "It's a fact. He just talked it over with Baxter and me. This last job of yours pleased him mightily... and so you go up." "Go up! ... To what?" queried Neale, eagerly. "Well, that's why he consulted us, I guess," laughed Henney. "You see, we sort of had to make something to promote you to, for the present." "Oh, I see!
I didn't understand them, but I do now.... Well, I asked for a job. Nobody appeared to hear me. It was hard to make yourself heard. I tried again louder. An old engineer, whom I know now Henney waved me aside. Just as if a job was unheard of!" Neale quickened and warmed as he progressed, aware now of a little hand tight in his, of an interest that would have made any story- telling a pleasure.
No one detected any difference in the cowboy, except that he limped. Slow, cool, careless he was, yet somehow vital and impelling. "Wal, we run the line around four miles up the gorge whar the crossin' is easy. Only ninety-foot grade to the mile." The engineers looked at him as if he were crazy. "But Neale! He fell he's dead!" exclaimed Henney. "Daid? Wal, no, Neale ain't daid," drawled Larry.
But he turned away without speaking and hurried along the edge of the gorge, evidently searching for a place to go down. General Lodge ordered the troopers to follow King and if possible recover Neale's body. "That lad had a future," said old Henney, sadly. "We'll miss him." Boone's face expressed sickness and horror. Baxter choked. "Too bad!" he murmured, "but what's to be done?"
Hislop, and our favourite Henney the last of whom, spite of all the efforts of her putative mother to keep from her the secret of her birth and prospects, had caught the infection of the general topic of the city, and wondered at her strange fortune, much as the paladin in the "Orlando" did when he got into the moon.
"What do you mean?" queried Neale. "That's all, except the corps have struck a snag out here west of Benton. It's a bad place. You an' Henney were west in the hills when this survey was made. It's a deep wash bad grade an' curves. The gang's stuck. An' Baxter swore, 'We've got to have Neale back on the job!" "Where's Henney?" asked Neale, rather thickly. Campbell's words affected him powerfully.
That bit of paper, which to me and my dear Henney is werth the haill estate of Eastleys, was found by me carefully pinned to the flannel in which the child was wrapt."
Those who feel interest enough in the fortunes of Henney to inquire when and whom she married, and what were the subsequent fortunes of a life so strangely begun, will do well to go to Eastleys.
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