for the night.

"I'll be thankful when the material gets here," sighed Tom. "I'm tired
of loafing."

"It seems to me that you have been doing anything but loafing," smiled
the general manager.

"I want to get to work on the Man-killer. Besides, idleness is costing
the road a lot of money in wages for these men."

"I wired this afternoon," stated Mr. Ellsworth, "to have the material
trains rushed forward on express schedule as soon as the stuff strikes
our lines."

"Then--" began Hawkins slowly.

His next words were drowned out by a booming explosion to the westward
of the camp.

"The scoundrels!" gasped Tom Reade, leaping up. "This is more of our
friends' work! They have dynamited the most ticklish part of the work
on the Man-killer!"




CHAPTER VII

A DYNAMITE PUZZLE