"Have you any other reason to suspect this main?" queried Mr. Ellsworth.

"Only the fact that Ransom and Jim Duff have been close friends."

"Where does Ransom stop?"

"At the Mansion House. He has a suite of rooms there, and entertains
some kinds of people, including Duff, very lavishly."

"Keep your eyes on that crowd as much as possible, Reade," directed the
general manager thoughtfully, as he once more climbed to the platform of
his car.

"I will, sir; and it might not be a bad idea to have your detectives do
something of the sort, also."

The general manager did not answer, except by a vague nod as his train
pulled out from the outskirts of the railway camp.

Tom went back, called for his horse and rode to the westward for another
look at the Man-killer. He found Harry, also in saddle, beneath the
scanty shade of a struggling tree. Hazelton's quick eyes were taking in
every detail of the work being done by the several large gangs of
workmen.

"Tom, if we're away from here by Christmas, there's one present you
needn't make me," smiled Hazelton wanly, as he caught sight of the
camera hanging in its leather field case at his chum's side.

"What present is that?" Tom inquired.