If Mr.
Ellsworth isn't satisfied, then I'll run up to headquarters and talk to him in person.

I'm not going to quit; neither am I going to be prevented from winning and deserving the friendship of the men who are here working for us." "Telegram for Mr.Reade," grinned the operator, again looking in at the doorway.
After reading it, Tom passed over to Hawkins this message from General Manager Ellsworth: "Unable to judge merits of case at this distance.

Will be with you soon." "That's all right," Reade declared.
"It looks all right," muttered Hawkins, who knew something about the ways of railroads.
Up the track the whistle on a stationary engine blew the noon signal.
"Feel like eating, Harry ?" Tom called to his chum, who had been mildly dozing in a chair in one corner of the room.
"Always," declared Hazelton, sitting up and yawning.
"Are you going to eat in town this noon, or in camp ?" Tom inquired of the superintendent of construction.
Hawkins was about to answer that he'd eat in camp, when he suddenly reconsidered.
"I guess I'll ride along with you, Mr.Reade," he said dryly.
Horses were brought, and the three mounted and rode away.

In such sizzling heat as beat down from the noonday sun Tom had not the heart to urge his mount to speed.

The trio were soon at the edge of Paloma, which they had to enter through one of the streets occupied by the rougher characters.
Just as they rode down by the first buildings a low whistle sounded on the heavy, dead air.
"Signal that the locomotive is headed this way," announced Hawkins grimly.