"I represent the C. & S. C. railroad, and I tell you this work stops right
here."

"Why?"

The man waved his arm toward the fence.

"You can't do that sort of business."

"What sort?"

"You look at that fence and then talk to me about what sort."

"What's the matter with the fence?"

"What's the matter with it! There ain't more'n a rod of it left, that's
what."

Bannon's scowl relaxed.

"Oh," he said, "I see. You're the section boss, ain't you?"

"Yes."

"That's all right then. Come over here and I'll show you how we've got
things fixed."

He walked across the track, followed by the section boss and Pete, and
pointed out the displaced sections of the fence, each of which had been