Clark merely touched the extended fingers, but his face brightened and a smile crept into his eyes.
"I thought you did, but—" he added quizzically, "I had to work to find it out, didn't I?"
Bowers nodded. He felt like a field that had been plowed so deep that it would yield better than ever before. He reflected, too, that the experience gained in years of success should serve well in times of adversity.
"What's on the program?" he asked.
"The men will begin to drift in from the mines and lumber camps. Then it's a matter of sitting tight till they're paid off."
Bowers thrust out his lips. He had seen men come in from the woods with their pockets full of money, and that was bad enough, but without money—!
"I've had a talk with Manson who seems good for it, and the works will be under heavy guard. That's all we can do in the meantime. I'm going to Philadelphia as soon as possible."
"But not at once?"
Clark smiled. "No, not at once."