canyon is a narrow gorge--a mere slit in parts of it. That is where
they have us."

"Oh, well," returned Adams, "I suppose we took an appeal and asked
to have the injunction set aside?"

"We did, promptly; and that is the present status of the fight. The
appeal decision has not yet been handed down; and in the meantime
we go on building railroad, incurring all the penalties for contempt
of court with every shovelful of earth moved. Do you still think you
will be in danger of ossifying?"

Adams let the question rest while he asked one of his own.

"How do you come to be mixed up in it, Jack? A week ago some one
told me you were going to South America to build a railroad in the
Andes. What switched you?"

Winton shook his head. "Fate, I guess; that and a wire from President
Callowell of the Utah offering me this. Chief of Construction Evarts,
in charge of the work in Quartz Creek Canyon, said what you said a
few minutes ago--that he had not hired out for a soldier. He resigned,
and I'm taking his berth."

Adams rose and buttoned his coat.

"By all of which it seems that we two are in for a good bit more
than the ossifying exile," he remarked. And then: "I am going back
into the Rosemary to pay my respects to Miss Virginia Carteret. Won't
you come along?"