"Wait until we get the road through and the charter is safe." "Never mind the wages.

The job's the thing, after all!" cried Harry, his face aglow.

"Whew! I'll send a letter home tonight with the news." "Make it a small post card, then, concealed under a postage stamp," counseled Reade dryly.

"We've work ahead of us---not writing." "What's the first thing you're going to do ?" inquired Hazelton.
"The first thing will be to get on the job." "You're going back to the construction force ?" "I am." "When ?" "Well, we start within five minutes." "Whew!" His face still aglow with happiness, Harry Hazelton bounded off to his tent.

Tom called to one of the men to saddle two horses, and then followed.
"You're going back to the construction camp ?" inquired Mr.Newnham, looking in at the doorway.
"As fast as horses can take us, sir," Tom replied, as he whipped out a clean flannel shirt and drew it over his head.
"I'm going with you," replied Mr.Newnham.
"You'll ride fast, if you go with us, sir," called Tom.
"I can stand it, if you can, Reade.