guns' were on top of that embankment, my deah--ten to ouh one," he
remarked.

"But I should think we might win in some other way," Virginia
persisted undauntedly.

Mr. Darrah pushed his plate aside and cleared his throat.

"For business reasons which you--ah--wouldn't undehstand, we can't
let the Utah finish this railroad of theirs into Carbonate this
winteh."

"So much I have inferred. But Mr. Winton seems to be very determined."

"Mmph! I wish Mr. Callowell had favehed us with some one else--any
one else. That young fellow is a bawn fighteh, my deah."

Virginia had a bright idea, and she advanced it without examining
too closely into its ethical part.

"Mr. Winton is working for wages, isn't he?" she asked.

"Of cou'se; big money, at that. His sawt come high."

"Well, why can't you hire him away from the other people? Mr.
Callowell might not be so fortunate next time."

The Rajah sat back in his chair and regarded her thoughtfully.

"What is it?" she asked.