Above the belt blue flannel shirts showed, yet these were of excellent fabric and looked trim indeed.

To protect their heads and to shade their eyes as much as possible from the glare of Arizona desert sand, these young men wore sombreros of the type common in the Army.
"This looks like a good place, Harry," said the taller of the two young men.

"Suppose we go inside." They stepped into the barber shop together, nodding pleasantly to all inside.

Then, hanging up their sombreros, they passed on to unoccupied chairs.
Just in the act of passing out, Jim Duff had stepped back to admit them.
"They're Reade and Hazelton, the very young engineers that the railroad has just put in charge of the Man-killer job," whispered one knowing citizen of Paloma.

The news quickly spread about the barber shop.
Jim Duff already knew the boys by sight, since they were stopping at the Mansion House.