Harry was out of sight as the general manager stepped directly into the
office.

"Reade," he began. Deep breathing from the corner greeted him. General
Manager Ellsworth gazed down at the sleeping form, and a new light of
admiration dawned in his eyes.

"So that's the young man whom they're talking of shooting, poisoning or
blowing into the next world with dynamite?" he thought. "A lot this
young man appears to think about his enemies! There's real courage in
this young man. Reade, wake up--if you can spare the time."

Tom opened his eyes, rubbed them, then sat up, next springing to his
feet.

"Not having any real work to do makes me sleepy," laughed Tom good-
naturedly. "I trust you didn't have to call me many times, Mr.
Ellsworth?"

The general manager held out his hand.

"Reade, I've just learned in town what a plucky thing you did, and how
coolly you went through it all. A young man with your courage and
purpose simply can't be fool enough to be very far wrong."

"Then you learned that the real Arizona people over in Paloma don't find
any fault with what I did?" queried Tom.

"Reade, what I discovered is that you have a lot of the finest manhood
in Arizona just wild with respect for you," declared Mr. Ellsworth.