“Go on!” said Bill, impatiently.
“Got it!” said Tommy.
“All?”
“Yep!”
“Fine!” said Bill, and Tommy knew he meant it.
“How about you, Bill?”
“Not yet, but soon,” replied Bill, with calm assurance. “She vaporizes at higher speed. She's doing over twelve hundred now.”
“Great-oh!” cried Tommy, looking at the engine. It was running smoothly.
How could he ever think that any other place was fit for a man, a real man, to live in? How? But he didn't even try to answer his own unanswerable question. He called on La Grange and Nevin and other comrades and conversed joyously with them. Then he went back to Mr. Thompson's office.
Thompson led him into the adjoining room. There on the table were a lot of blue prints. Mr. Thompson showed him the plans and the elevations of the new buildings.