"What proof have you of Ransom's business here ?" "None whatever," Tom answered cheerfully, "but I had him spotted the first time I heard him talking.

He was too entirely positive that we'd fail." "That was no proof against him." "No; but Ransom was also certain that the Colthwaite plan was the only one that could bring the Man-killer to time." "Have you any other reason to suspect this main ?" queried Mr.Ellsworth.
"Only the fact that Ransom and Jim Duff have been close friends." "Where does Ransom stop ?" "At the Mansion House.

He has a suite of rooms there, and entertains some kinds of people, including Duff, very lavishly." "Keep your eyes on that crowd as much as possible, Reade," directed the general manager thoughtfully, as he once more climbed to the platform of his car.
"I will, sir; and it might not be a bad idea to have your detectives do something of the sort, also." The general manager did not answer, except by a vague nod as his train pulled out from the outskirts of the railway camp.
Tom went back, called for his horse and rode to the westward for another look at the Man-killer.

He found Harry, also in saddle, beneath the scanty shade of a struggling tree.

Hazelton's quick eyes were taking in every detail of the work being done by the several large gangs of workmen.
"Tom, if we're away from here by Christmas, there's one present you needn't make me," smiled Hazelton wanly, as he caught sight of the camera hanging in its leather field case at his chum's side.
"What present is that ?" Tom inquired.
"Don't make me a present of a photograph of this awful place.