If you think I'm not responsible for that statement you might ask any of the fellows over in the headquarters tent." At that moment Harry Hazelton thrust his head out through the doorway.
"Young man," hailed the stranger, "I want to find the chief." "Reach out your hand, and you can touch him on the shoulder," answered Hazelton, and turned back.
"I know I don't look entirely trustworthy," grinned Tom, "but I've been telling you the truth." "Then, perhaps," continued the stranger, looking keenly at the cub engineer, "you'll know why I'm here.

I'm Dave Fulsbee." "You're mighty welcome, then," cried Tom, reaching out his hand.
"I've been wondering where you were." "I came as soon as I could get the wagon-load of equipment together," grinned Fulsbee.
"Where is the wagon ?" "Coming along up the trail.

It will be here in about twenty minutes." "I'll be glad to see your equipment, and to set you at work as soon as we're ready," Reade went on.

"Harry, show Mr.Fulsbee the tent we've set aside for himself and his helper." "Who is that party ?" questioned Watson, as Hazelton started off with the newcomer in tow.
"Oh, just a new expert that we're taking on," Tom drawled.
Ten minutes later all other thoughts were driven from Reade's mind.

A mountain wagon was sighted coming up the trail, drawn by a pair of grays.