“The first thing will be to get on the job.”
“You’re going back to the construction force?”
“I am.”
“When?”
“Well, we start within five minutes.”
“Whew!”
His face still aglow with happiness, Harry Hazelton bounded off to his tent. Tom called to one of the men to saddle two horses, and then followed.
“You’re going back to the construction camp?” inquired Mr. Newnham, looking in at the doorway.
“As fast as horses can take us, sir,” Tom replied, as he whipped out a clean flannel shirt and drew it over his head.
“I’m going with you,” replied Mr. Newnham.