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Hence, a little while after the sending of the Leckhard message, Callahan, the train despatcher, hearing an emphatic "Gee whiz!" from Dix's' corner, looked up from his train-sheet to say, "What hit you, brother?" "Nothing," said Dix shortly, but Callahan observed that he was hastily folding and pocketing the top sheet of the pad upon which he had been writing.
The other three parties, under Major Benson, Jack Benson and Roy Brissac, are setting the grade stakes down the Pannikin, and Leckhard is wrestling with the construction material you've been dumping in upon us at Saint's Rest. That left me short, and I hired Crapsey." "Good. If he is capable, he may do the broadening. Call him in and set him at it." "But, man! Don't you want the figures first?"
Do you attach any particular importance to the president's trip over the extension?" Leckhard shook his head. "I'm only a passenger I see what goes by the car-windows. Mr. Colbrith was dead set on pushing over to the end-of-track wouldn't even wait for daylight. You probably know him better than I do " "He is my uncle," Adair cut in. "Oh; then I can't tell you anything about him.
"Ah! now we are warming ourselves at the same fire. Let me invite your confidence in one word, Mr. Leckhard. I dislike Mr. North." The burly engineer laughed again. "You have a geniusful way of putting your finger on the sore spot without fumbling. We all dislike Mr. North at this end of things with reason." "And that reason is?"
And he was afraid the woman would see him. But he was not permitted to make the discoveries. The woman had taken two or three steps into the car, still groping her way as if the brightly lighted interior were the darkest of caverns, when some one swung over the railing of the observation platform, and Superintendent Leckhard appeared at the open door.
"Only it could hardly be that we have an open account at the Bank of Copah for legitimate expenses. No; there's a nigger in the woodpile, somewhere. Penfield is only a clerk; but for some purpose he is given carte blanche to spend money." Adair was absently stirring his black coffee. "All of which points to one conclusion, Mr. Leckhard.
Tell me frankly; have you any reason to believe it will come to blows between him and the president while they are together at the front? Try this celery; it's as good as you'd get at Sherry's." Leckhard helped himself to the relish, and waited until the negro, Johnson, had gone back to the cook's galley. "The little I know comes in a roundabout way," he replied slowly.
The message was addressed to Leckhard, superintendent of the Pannikin Division of the Pacific Southwestern system, at Copah. It was in cipher, and it contained two uncodified words "Fort" and "McCook," which small circumstance set Dix to thinking Fort McCook being the army post, twelve miles as the crow flies, down the Pannikin from Copah. Now Dix was not one of the rebels.
Haven't you heard the ghastly story yet?" "No; and, Leckhard, I don't know that I care to hear it. It can't possibly concern me." "It's just as well, I guess," said the main-line superintendent carelessly. "I probably shouldn't get it straight anyway. It's a rather horrible affair, though, I believe. There is another man mixed up in it the man whom she is always asking if Hallock has killed.
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