Winton shook his head. “Fate, I guess; that and a wire from President Callowell of the Utah offering me this. Chief of Construction Evarts, in charge of the work in Quartz Creek Canyon, said what you said a few minutes ago—that he had not hired out for a soldier. He resigned, and I'm taking his berth.”
Adams rose and buttoned his coat.
“By all of which it seems that we two are in for a good bit more than the ossifying exile,” he remarked. And then: “I am going back into the Rosemary to pay my respects to Miss Virginia Carteret. Won't you come along?”
“No,” said Winton, more shortly than the invitation warranted; and the other went his way alone.
II. IN WHICH AN ENGINE IS SWITCHED
“'Scuse me, sah; private cyah, sah.”
It was the porter's challenge in the vestibule of the Rosemary. Adams found a card.
“Take that to Miss Carteret—Miss Virginia Carteret,” he directed, and waited till the man came back with his welcome.
The extension table in the open rear third of the private car was closed to its smallest dimensions, and the movable furnishings were disposed about the compartment to make it a comfortable lounging room.