"Say, that's about the best yet," said Peterson, after the first stroke.

"You're right it is."

Bannon looked on for a few minutes, then he took a railroad "Pathfinder"
from his grip and rapidly turned the pages. Peterson saw it in the mirror,
and asked, between strokes:--

"What are you going to do?"

"Looking up trains."

While Peterson was splashing in the washbowl, Bannon took his turn at the
mirror.

"How's the Duluth job getting on?" asked Peterson, when Bannon had
finished, and was wiping his razor.

"All right--'most done. Just a little millwright work left, and some
cleaning up."

"There ain't any marine leg on the house, is there?"

"No."

"How big a house is it?"

"Eight hundred thousand bushels."

"That so? Ain't half as big as this one, is it?"