“Tom, Tom!”, bawled Harry, from the centre of a group of workmen. “We’ve been looking for you! Come here quickly!”
Tom urged his pony forward to the station from which Hazelton had called him.
“Watch this—-just watch it!” begged Harry.
Clank! clank! clank! Tom Reade, gazing in fascination, saw the last spike of the last rail being driven into place.
“Two sidetracks and switches already up!” called Harry.
Tom threw his bridle to one of the workmen, then sprang from his horse. Out of the station came Mr. Newnham, waving a telegram.
“Our first train, with passengers, has just left the station at Brand’s Ranch junction, a hundred and ten miles away,” shouted the president of the road. “The train should be here long before ten o’clock.”
From the crowd a cheer greeted the announcement.
“There’s nothing left but to wait to win,” continued Mr. Newnham.
Five hundred voices in the crowd cheered the announcement. A group of five Denver politicians smiled sardonically.