"Is there an automobile anywhere about here ?" "No, sir; but our telegraph operator can wire into town for one.

It will take but a few minutes to have a car here." "Send for it, then." "Would you like to see Mr.Hawkins while you're waiting, sir ?" Tom suggested, rising.

"You know Hawkins, and probably you'll be satisfied with his judgment." "Send Hawkins along." "Yes, sir; and we won't return for the present, unless you send for us," Reade replied, going toward the forward end of the car.
Superintendent Hawkins was closeted with the general manager until the arrival of the automobile.

There was a frown on Mr.Ellsworth's face as they started townward.
"Well," asked Harry Hazelton, with a grin on his face, as he watched the departing car, "are we going to be fired or praised ?" "We're going to lay the track across the Man-killer," returned Reade resolutely.
"How about the gambler and his bad crowd?
Are we going to beat them ?" "We're going to do whatever the general manager orders, just as long as we remain here," replied Tom.

"He's our only source of authority.