“Good day, gentlemen,” said Judge Gordon, politely.
And the pair went out to Sorenson’s machine.
Shortly after, the two other directors left to catch a train at Bowenville, Pollock planning to stay with Weir to formulate a report during the next day or two for presentation to the entire directorate at its next 132 meeting. Sorenson caught a glimpse of the car whirling through town, with Weir at the wheel, who with Pollock accompanied the departing men that certain unsettled points might be discussed up to the last moment.
As Weir and Pollock were returning, the latter eyed the engineer and laughed.
“You’ve evidently brushed these fellows’, Sorenson’s and Gordon’s, fur the wrong way to please them. But they’ll probably leave us alone from now on.”
“They’ll not leave me alone.”
“Eh? How’s that?”
“Well, I have, as it happens, a little trouble with them on my own hook. A private matter antedating the building of the dam. They’re after me. I had to put a piece of lead into a fellow who tried to kill me from the dark one night. I speak of it in case you should be told and wonder; otherwise I should not have mentioned the thing. I’m not popular in San Mateo, in consequence.”
“Ah, I had heard nothing of that. It interests me. You were not touched.”
“My hat, that was all.”