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Updated: May 11, 2025
"We'll have to watch him, then," muttered Harry. "We don't need to tell him anything, nor do we need to bring him out here to see how we are filling in the Man-killer. If we don't tell Danes much he may not last long. The Colthwaite people ought soon to grow tired of keeping agents here who don't succeed in hindering our work." "Whew!
"Who in hell are you? What d'you mean by trailing this man-killer around?" He turned to Dan with his gun still poised. "Bart ain't a killer," said Dan, and the gentleness of his voice was oil on troubled waters, "but he gets peeved when a stranger comes nigh to the hoss."
The huge mess tent was dark; there were no lights, save in the closed commissary and in the president's car: no lights, and not a man of the camp's crowding labor army to be seen. At a less strenuous moment the man-killer would have been puzzled by the unusual stillness and the air of desertion. As it was, he was alertly probing the far-flung shadows.
"Yes; and the first party of railway surveyors who went over the line for their track thought they had dodged the Man-killer. Yet what they'll find, in the end, is that the Man-killer is a bad affair, and that it extends, under the earth, in many directions and for long distances. I am certain that railway tracks will never be laid over any part of the Man-killer."
"Suppose we stay an' have a crack at 'em before we go, jest kinder to temper their zeal a little. I'd like to show young William that I kin really shoot, an' sorter live up to the braggin' you've been doin'." "No, you ferocious little man-killer. We can't think of it. We'd have a hundred Sioux warriors on our heels in no time. Now hustle, you two!
Griggs is now a prosperous man, and, best of all, he has his little daughter with him. Lessee Carter has flourished in the new railroad hotel. Rafe Bodson and Jeff Moore are his clerks. The day came when Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton were able to apply the final and most severe test to the roadbed that ran across the Man-killer quicksand.
"All right, then," smiled Hazelton. "You're a smarter engineer than I am, Tom, old fellow. If you're satisfied, then I'm bound to be, for I'll back your judgment in engineering against my own." "That's rather more praise, Harry, than I expect or wish," Reade rejoined soberly. "But I don't see how the Man-killer can ever again assert himself against the A. G. & N. M.'s roadbed."
Now, riding as fast as he could urge his pony, the hotel man dashed out on the Man-killer. Nor was he riding over the part that had been rendered safe by the young engineers. Instead, he was riding to the southward of the railroad property straight out where he was likely to find a speedy death in the engulfing sands. "Stop, Ashby! Come back!" shouted a dozen voices.
We'll look the scoundrels over so that we'll know them to-morrow. Come along. Clear the stairs, if you please, men!" Tom was now once more in control, as fully as though he had his force of toilers out on the desert at the Man-killer quicksand. So, after a few minutes, all were in the street.
During the next two weeks Tom and Harry directed all their energies, as well as the labor of all of their men, to bridging over that bad spot in the Man-killer that had so nearly claimed two lives. One after another six different layers of log network were put down. The open box cars brought up thousands of tons of good soil, which was dumped down into the layers of interlaced logs.
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