"The rascals!" muttered Dale. "Owen, they are trying to pile up trouble for you!"
"Well, both of you are witnesses to what they are doing," was the grim answer.
"That's true enough," came from Bruce. "I'm mighty glad I spotted them."
At that moment they heard a noise some distance away. Looking forth into the darkness, they saw the form of a man approaching on horseback. Dale ran to meet him.
"Mr. Wilbur!"
"Hullo, is that you, Bradford? What are you doing out this time of night?" And then the lumber merchant and capitalist rode nearer.
Owen now came up, leaving Bruce to continue watching those in the office.
"I am awfully glad you've got here, Mr. Wilbur," Owen said warmly, as he shook hands. "But I didn't expect you this time of night."
"I came in on the midnight Limited, and got a special order to have it stop at Tunley. Did you get my telegram?"
"I did, and I am pushing the work as well as I can. But Mr. Balasco is very sore, and I think he and that Foxy Hildan are plotting more mischief. They are now in the office at the safe, and we were watching them. You see, Mr. Balasco turned over the combination of the safe to me, and he——"