He saw a few minutes later. It was Jake Tantrell, the man who had sneered at him—the man who was anxious to have his place. Was it fancy, or did Tantrell start and draw back his horse at sight of Jack.
"Look out for the bridge," Jack called as he passed the man, making up his mind, even though the fellow had scorned him, that he could do no less than warn him. "A couple of planks gave way with me a while ago."
"Oh—er—they did! Planks gave way?" Tantrell stammered.
"Yes," Jack said. "I nearly had a bad fall."
He said nothing about the dropped package.
"Well, that's too bad," the man said. "They ought to fix that bridge."
"Some one did," said Jack.
"Eh? What's that?"
"I said some one did. I mean some one fixed it for me, I think."
"What—what do you mean?"