"That so?" said Blake. "I want to see about that span."
"We'll go out for a look at once, soon as we dump our baggage in on
Laffie," said Griffith.
"Is that thing here?" growled Blake.
"Now, just you keep on your shirt, Tommy," warned Griffith. "He may be here, or he mayn't. You are here to look at the Michamac Bridge and hold on to yourself. Understand?"
Blake scowled and stared menacingly toward a snow-embanked, snow-covered building, the verandahs of which distinguished it as the office and quarters of the Resident Engineer.
"I want your promise you'll do nothing or say nothing to him till after you've made good on the Zariba Dam," went on Griffith. "You don't want your blast to go off before you've tamped the hole."
Blake's scowl deepened, and he clenched his fist in its thick fur glove. But after a long moment he answered morosely, "Guess you're right. He holds the cards on me now and has the drop. But if I find he slipped the aces out of my hand, it won't be long before I get the drop on him."
"And then something will drop!" added Lord James.
"I'll smash him—the dirty sneak!" growled Blake.
"Now, now, Tommy; you're not sure yet," cautioned Griffith.