"That your car over there?"
"Yes—Car Three."
"You run it?"
"I do."
"Pretty young fellow to handle a car like that, aren't you?"
"I guess you are right. However, I am running it just the same."
"What is it you want me to do?"
"In the first place I want you to keep a close mouth. I do not want you to speak to a human being about my plans. There are some fellows that would like to know them. They must not."
The foreman grinned understandingly.
"I'm your man."