“If you’re sure about him, then go ahead and appoint him,” responded the president of the S.B. & L. railway.
“Hazelton!” proclaimed Tom. “Good, old dependable Harry Hazelton!”
“Hazelton would be a wise choice,” nodded Mr. Newnham.
“Harry!” called Reade, as his chum appeared in the distance. “Come here hustle!”
Mr. Newnham turned away as Hazelton came forward. Tom quickly told his chum the news.
“I? Assistant chief engineer?” gasped Harry, turning red. “Whew, but that’s great! However, I’m not afraid of falling down, Tom, with you to steer me. What’s the pay of the new job!”
“Not decided,” rejoined Tom. “Wait until we get the road through and the charter is safe.”
“Never mind the wages. The job’s the thing, after all!” cried Harry, his face aglow. “Whew! I’ll send a letter home tonight with the news.”
“Make it a small post card, then, concealed under a postage stamp,” counseled Reade dryly. “We’ve work ahead of us—-not writing.”
“What’s the first thing you’re going to do?” inquired Hazelton.