"What was it?"
"Why, just a little talk when we opened the fence first time. That section boss was around, but I told him how things was, and he didn't seem to have no kick coming as long as we was careful."
Bannon had taken up his letter to Brown, and was slowly unfolding it and looking it over. When Peterson got to his feet, he laid it on the table.
"Anything else, Charlie? I'm just getting things to going on the annex. We're going to make her jump, I tell you. I ain't allowing any loafing there."
"No," Bannon replied, "I guess not." He followed the foreman out of doors. "Do you remember having any letters, Pete, about our agreement with the C. & S. C. to build over the tracks—from the office or anybody?"
Peterson brought his brows together and tried to remember. After a moment he slowly shook his head.
"Nothing, eh?" said Bannon.
"Not that I can think of. Something may have come in while Max was here in the office—"
"I wish you'd ask him."
"All right. He'll be around my way before long, taking the time."