the little work that you left us. Out there, by the last cave-in you'll
see that Foreman Payson, has about fifty men going. They'll be through
within an hour."

"And the material, even if delivered within the promised time, is still
two days away," remarked Reade. "I'll confess that I don't like to see
the railroad lose so much through paying men for idle time."

"It can't be helped, sir," replied the superintendent. "Of course, if
you like, you can set the laborers at work shoveling in more dirt at the
points where the last slide of the quicksand occurred. But, then,
shoveling dirt in, without the timbers and the hollow steel piles will
do no good," continued Hawkins, with a shake of his head. "It would be
worse than wasted work."

"I know all that," Tom admitted. "To tell you the truth, Mr. Hawkins, I
wouldn't mind the men's idleness quite so much if it weren't that the
pay train comes in this afternoon. An idle man, not over-nice about his
habits, and with a lot of money in his pockets, is a source of danger.
We're going to have five hundred such danger spots as soon as the men
are paid off."

"Don't know that, sir!" demanded Superintendent Hawkins. "The town of
Paloma is just dancing on sand-paper, it's so uneasy about getting its
hand into the pile of more than thirty-eight thousand dollars that the
pay train is going to bring in this afternoon."

"I know," nodded Tom rather gloomily. "I hate to see the men fleeced as
they're likely to be fleeced to-night. Some of our men will be so badly
done up that it will be a week before they get back to work--unless