"Rush, you suspect someone?" said Mr. Penton sharply. "Whom do you suspect?"
"Perhaps this may answer the question," answered the lad, laying on the table a brass time check about the size of a half dollar.
"Where—where did you get this?"
"On the platform where the job was done, sir," answered Steve, directing a steady gaze at the stern face of the superintendent.
CHAPTER XVII
THEIR FIRST PROMOTION
"WAIT a minute," said Mr. Penton, hurrying across the hall to the office of the time-keepers.
He was gone but a few moments and when he returned there was a look on his face that Steve had never seen there before. It was a look that meant trouble for someone. The superintendent sat down, gazing out of the window at the towering shaft of the Cousin Jack Mine.