“Stay with us and see it go through,” mocked ’Gene Black.
“If it’s just the same to you I’d rather ride on,” Tom proposed.
“But it isn’t all the same to us,” Black chuckled.
“Then I guess I prefer to ride on, anyway.”
“You won’t, though,” snapped Black. “You’ll get off that horse and do as we tell you.”
“Eh?” demanded the young chief engineer. He appeared astonished, though he was not.
“You came down the line to meet your railroad detective, Fulsbee,” Black continued sneeringly. “You’d better give it up.”
“You seem to think you know a good deal about my business,” Tom continued.
“I know all about the telegram,” ’Gene retorted. “I sent it—-or ordered it sent.”
Tom started in earnest this time.