“I came as soon as I could get the wagon-load of equipment together,” grinned Fulsbee.
“Where is the wagon?”
“Coming along up the trail. It will be here in about twenty minutes.”
“I’ll be glad to see your equipment, and to set you at work as soon as we’re ready,” Reade went on. “Harry, show Mr. Fulsbee the tent we’ve set aside for himself and his helper.”
“Who is that party?” questioned Watson, as Hazelton started off with the newcomer in tow.
“Oh, just a new expert that we’re taking on,” Tom drawled.
Ten minutes later all other thoughts were driven from Reade’s mind. A mountain wagon was sighted coming up the trail, drawn by a pair of grays. The stout gentleman, on the rear seat, dressed in the latest fashion, even to his highly polished shoes, must surely be all the way from Broadway.
“Mr. Newnham?” queried Tom, advancing to the wagon as it halted.
“Yes; is Mr. Reade here?”
“You’re speaking to him, sir,” smiled the cub engineer.