Bob Hazard, Dam Builder
CHAPTER I
FATHER AND SON
“So you would rather be an engineer than a lawyer, Bob? Is that what you want to tell me?”
“Yes, sir,—an engineer rather than anything else!”
The speakers were sitting on a bench in the park which surrounds the old Virginia State House in Richmond. Father and son they were certainly—the likeness was unmistakable.
The man hesitated a moment before going on with the conversation. When he spoke it was seemingly from a new angle.
“How old are you now, Bob? Seventeen, isn’t it? Yes, yes, of course. And in a week or two you will have finished with Crossways for good?”
“Mr. Moseley says I am ready for my college exams, Dad. Tells me that he can’t take me along any further.”
“And instead of taking the examinations for Harvard and then going fishing with me, you want to go out West and work on an engineering corps all summer. After that, what?”