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Page 54
"Do you ever permit visitors to go out to the Man-killer?" Danes
inquired toward the end of the meal.
"Sometimes," Tom answered.
"I shall be very grateful if you will accord me that privilege."
"We shall be very glad to invite you out there some time," Tom answered
pleasantly.
"To-day?" pressed the stranger. "I have nothing to do this afternoon."
"Some other day would suit better, if you can arrange it conveniently,"
Reade suggested, as he rose.
Then they left Danes, securing their horses and riding back over the
scorching desert.
"How do you like Danes?" Harry asked, after they had ridden some
distance. "He seems a very pleasant fellow."
"Very pleasant," Tom nodded.
"Why didn't you let him come along?"
"Because I don't like Danes' employers."
"His employers?" Harry repeated, puzzled.
"Yes; he is employed by the Colthwaite Company."
"What?" Hazelton started in astonishment. "How do you know that, Tom?"
"I don't know it, but I'm sure of it, just the same," was Reade's
answer.
"It maybe so," Harry agreed. "What makes you suspect him?"
"Well, in the first place, Danes, if that's his name--said he hailed
from Baltimore. Yet he had none of that soft, delightful southern
accent that you and I have noticed in the voices of real southern men.
Danes uses two or three words, at times, that are distinctly Chicago
slang. Moreover, I'm certain that the man knows a good deal about
engineering work, though he won't admit it."
"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! I shall be glad of a sleep to-night, after all the excitement of
last night," declared Hazelton, as the young engineers rode into Paloma
at the close of the day's work.
On the porch, lolling in a reclining chair with his feet elevated to the
railing, sat Frank Danes.
"Back from toil, gentlemen?" was his pleasant greeting.
"Long enough to get sufficient sleep to carry us through to-morrow," was
Tom Reade's unruffled response.
"You do look tired," assented Danes, rising and coming toward them.
"Yet I hear that, personally, you don't have hard work to do."
"We don't work at all, if you take that view of it," Harry retorted.
"Yet there's a thing called responsibility, and many wise men have
declared that it takes more out of a man than hours of toiling with pick
and shovel."
"Oh, I can believe that's so," agreed Danes. "Going into dinner now?"
"After a bath and a change of clothing," Tom replied.
"Then, if you really don't mind, I'll wait and dine at the same table
with you."
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