He returned with them to the caboose in which they had come down, and

when he got back to the work the big camp kettles were already slung

along the bench, and the engine bringing the car of black powder was

steaming slowing into the upper cañon. On a flat bowlder back of the

cooks, Morris Blood, Ed Smith, and the roadmasters were sitting down to

coffee and sandwiches, and Glover joined them. Men in relays were

eating at the camp and dynamiters were picking their way across the

face of the Cat's Paw with the giant powder. The engineers were still

at their coffee-fire when the scream of a locomotive whistle came

through the cañon from below. Blood looked up. "There's one of the

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fast mail engines, probably the 1026. Who in the world has brought her

up?"

"More than likely," suggested Glover, finishing his coffee, "it's

Bucks."




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