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Page 60
"There was a broad grin on your face?"
"Carter didn't see it, did he?"
"I don't know; but why, the grin, Tom?"
"I'll tell you after I see what answer I receive to a telegram that I've
sent."
"Tom Reade, you always were provoking!"
"Now I'm doubly so, eh?"
"Oh, well, I don't care," muttered Harry. "I can wait; I'm not very
nosey."
By noon General Manager Ellsworth arrived on the scene of the labors of
the young engineers, out at the site of the big quicksand.
"You can run the work here this afternoon, Harry," Tom declared. "I
shall want to put in my time with Mr. Ellsworth."
"Was he the answer to your telegram?"
Tom offered no further information, but hurried away to meet the general
manager, who had come out to camp in an automobile hired at Paloma.
Manager and chief engineer now toured slowly toward town, Harry watching
them as long as they were in sight.
"Tom has something big in the wind," muttered Hazelton. "It must be
something about the hotel fire. What can it be? At any rate, I'll
wager it's something that pleases my chum wonderfully."
Nor did Tom return until late in the afternoon. He came back alone.
"Well?" demanded Harry.
"Yes," nodded Tom. "It's well."
"What is?"
"The game."
"What is the game?"
"When you hear about it--" Reade began.
"Yes, yes--"
"Then you'll know."
"Tom Reade, do you know, I believe I'm quite ready and willing to thrash
you?" cried Harry in exasperation.
"Please don't," Tom begged.
"Then tell me what you've been so mightily mysterious about."
"I will," returned Reade. "I'd have told you hours ago, Harry, only I'm
afraid you would have been demoralized with disappointment if the thing
had failed to go through. Harry, to-day I've been meddling in other
people's business. Congratulate me! I put it through without getting
myself thumped or even disliked, by anyone. Both sides to the deal are
'tickled to death,' as the saying runs."
"You said you were going to tell me," remarked Hazelton, trying hard to
restrain his curiosity for a minute or two longer.
"Sit down and listen," Tom urged his chum, handing him a chair in their
little shack of an office.
Then, indeed, Tom did pour forth the whole story. As Harry listened a
broad grin of contentment appeared on his face, for one of Hazelton's
lovable weaknesses was his desire to see other people get ahead.
Just as Tom finished, a figure darkened the doorway.
"I'm ready to go, sir," announced Tim Griggs.
"Go where?" inquired Harry.
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