the railing and dropped off to mount the octopod and to race it back
to the front.

* * * * *

Three days afterward, to a screaming of smelter whistles and other
noisy demonstrations of mining-camp joy, the Utah Short Line laid the
final rail of its new Extension in the Carbonate yards.

The driving of the silver spike accomplished, Winton and Adams slipped
out of the congratulatory throng and made their way across the
C. G. R. tracks to a private car standing along the siding. Its railed
platform, commanding a view of the civic celebration, had its quota of
onlookers--a fierce-eyed old man with huge mustaches, an athletic
young clergyman, two Bisques, and a goddess.

"Climb up, Misteh Winton, and you, Misteh Adams; climb up and join
us," said the fierce-eyed one heartily. "Virginia, heah, thinks we
ought to call one anotheh out, but I tell her--"

What the Rajah had told his niece is of small account to us. But what
Winton whispered in her ear when he had taken his place beside her is
more to the purpose of this history.

"I have built my railroad, as you told me to, and now I have come for
my--"

"Hush!" she said softly. "Can't you wait?"

"No."