“I’m Reade,” admitted Tom, stepping outside and receiving the envelope. “Do you belong with the telegraph construction crowd?”
“Yes, sir,” replied the young horseman.
“How long before you expect to have the line up with the camp?”
“By tomorrow night, unless you move the camp forward again.”
“That’s good news,” nodded Reade. “Wait until I see whether there is to be an answer to this message.”
Tom stepped inside, breaking the flap of the envelope. From head to foot he trembled as his eyes took in the following message:
“Reade, Acting Chief Engineer.
“Relying upon Thurston’s judgment, and from your satisfactory wire, conclude that Thurston chose right man for post. Assume all responsibilities. Advise New York offices daily as to condition of work, also condition Thurston and Blaisdell. Spare no expense in their care. Shall join you within five days.”
(Signed) “Newnham, President S.B. & L. R.R.”
Having read the telegram, Tom turned to pick up a sheet of paper. After jotting down the address of President Newnham, he added: