"You"re speaking to him, sir," smiled the cub engineer.
Mr. Newnham took a quick look, readjusted his spectacles, and looked once more. Tom bore the scrutiny calmly.
"I expected to find a very young man here, Mr. Reade, but you"re considerably younger than I had expected. Yet Howe, in charge of the construction corps, tells me that you"ve been hustling matters at this field survey end. How are you, Reade?"
Mr. Newnham descended from the wagon, at once holding out his hand.
"I"m very comfortable, thank you, sir," Tom smiled.
"You"re dreadfully busy, I"m sure," continued the president of the S.B. & L. "In fact, Reade, I feel almost guilty in coming here and taking up your time when you"ve such a drive on. Don"t let me detain you. I can go right on into the field and talk with you there."
"It won"t be necessary, sir," Tom answered, with another smile.
"I"m not doing anything in particular."
"Nothing in particular? Why, I thought-----"
"I don"t do any tearing around myself," laughed Reade. "Since you were kind enough to make me acting chief engineer here I"ve kept the other fellows driving pretty hard, and I have every bit of work done right up to the minute. Yet, as for myself, I have little to do, most of the day, except to sit in a camp easy chair, or else I ride a bit over the ground and see just where the fellows are working."
"You take it mighty easily," murmured President Newnham.
"A chief may, if he has the sense to know how to work his subordinates," Tom continued. "I don"t believe, sir, that you"ll find any fault with the way matters have gone forward."
"Let me see the latest reports," urged Mr. Newnham.
"Certainly, sir, if you"ll come into the head-quarters tent."
Leading the way into the tent where Harry Hazelton and his draughting force were at work, Tom announced:
"Gentlemen, Mr. Newnham, president of the S.B. & L., wishes to look over the reports and the maps with me. You may lay off until called back to work."
As the others filed out of the tent, Tom made Harry a sign to remain. Then the three went over the details of what the field survey party was doing.
"From all I can see," remarked President Newnham, "you have done wonderfully well, Reade. I can certainly find no fault with Tim Thurston for recommending that you be placed in charge. Thurston will certainly be jealous when he gets on his feet again. You have driven the work ahead in faster time than Thurston himself was able to do."
"It"s very likely, sir," replied Tom Reade, "that I have had an easier part of the country to work through than Mr. Thurston had.
Then, again, the taking on of the engineer student party from the State University has enabled us to get ahead with much greater speed."
"I wonder why Thurston never thought to take on the students,"
murmured Mr. Newnham.
Bang! sounded an explosion, a mile or two to the westward.
"I didn"t know that you were doing any blasting, Reade," observed the president of the S.B. & L.
"Neither did I, sir," Tom replied, rising and listening.
Bang! bang! bang! sounded a series of sharp reports.
Tom ran out into the open Mr. Newnham following at a slower gait.
Bang! bang! bang!
"Hi, there, Riley!" roared Tom promptly. "Saddle two horses as quickly as you can. Harry, make ready to follow with me as soon as the horses are ready."
"Is anything wrong?" inquired the president. He was answered by more explosions in the distance.
"I"m afraid so," Tom muttered, showing his first trace of uneasiness.
"However, I don"t want to say, Mr. Newnham, until I"ve investigated."
Before the horses were ready Tom descried, half a mile away, on a clear bit of trail, a horseman riding in at a furious gallop.
"There comes a messenger, Mr. Newnham," Tom went on. "We"ll soon know just what the trouble is."
"Trouble?" echoed Mr. Newnham, in astonishment. "Then you believe that is the word, do you?"
"I"m afraid, Mr. Newnham, that you"ve reached here just in time to see some very real trouble," was Reade"s quick answer. "But wait just two minutes, sir, and we"ll have exact information. Guessing won"t do any good."
Once or twice, through the trees, they caught sight of the on-rushing rider. Then Jack Rutter, a big splotch of red on the left sleeve of his shirt, rode hard into camp.
"Reade," he shouted, "we"re ambushed! Hidden scoundrels have been firing on us."
"You"ve ordered all the men in?" called Tom, as Rutter reined up beside him.
"Every man of them," returned Jack. "Poor Reynolds, of the student party, is rather seriously hit, I"m afraid. Some of the fellows are bringing him in."
"You"re hit yourself," Tom remarked.
"What? That little scratch?" demanded Rutter scornfully. "Don"t count me as a wounded man, Reade. There are some firearms in this camp. I want to get the men armed, as far as the weapons will go, and then I want to go back and smoke out the miserable rascals!"
"It won"t be wise, Jack," Tom continued coolly. "You"ll find that there are too many of the enemy. Besides, you won"t have to fatigue yourselves by going back over the trail. The scoundrels will be here, before long. They doubtless intend to wipe out the camp."
"a.s.sa.s.sins coming to wipe out the camp?" almost exploded President Newnham. "Reade, this is most extraordinary!"
"It is---very," Tom a.s.sented dryly.
"But who can the villains be?"
"A picked-up gang of gun-fighters, sent here to blow this camp off the face of the earth, since that is the only way that the backers of the rival road can find to set us back," Tom rejoined.
"If they drive us away from here, they"ll attack the construction force next!"
CHAPTER XVI
SHUT OFF FROM THE WORLD