Gordon's emissary turned pale. "Say! You wouldn't set me to work? Why, those men would string me up."
"I think not. I've spoken to the shift boss at mile 30, and he'll take care you're not hurt so long as you work hard and keep your mouth shut."
An hour later Mr. Linn, cursing deeply, shouldered his pack and tramped out the grade, nor could he obtain food or shelter until he had covered those thirty weary miles. Once at his destination, he was only too glad to draw a numbered tag and fall to work with pick and shovel, but at his leisure he estimated that it would take him until late the following month to earn his fare to the States.
XI
THE TWO SIDES OF ELIZA VIOLET APPLETON
Dan Appleton entered the bungalow one evening, wet and tired from his work, to find Eliza pacing the floor in agitation.
"What's the matter, Sis?" he inquired, with quick concern.
His sister pointed to a copy of The Review which that day's mail had brought.
"Look at that!" she cried. "Read it!"
"Oh! Your story, eh?"