This Chinaman had been sent to do this work--sent by the owner of that house yonder, the engineer, Waldhorn.

That prisoner must not escape now.

He knew! It was he who had given the searchlight signal! Waldhorn--and Dorenwald! He coupled both names now again.
Sim Gage himself, having a shorter distance to go than his comrades, left his dead Chinaman, and started after the man higher up.

He reached the Waldhorn quarters slightly before the others.
He heard the screen door of the log house slam, saw a stout and burly man step out, satchel in hand.

The man walked hurriedly toward a car which Sim Gage had not noticed, since there was so much unused machinery about, wheel scrapers, wagons, plows and the like.