Sunday morning counted a little even then in the mountains. It was at least a day to get your feet on the tables up in Bucks's office and smoke Callahan's Cavendish--which was enough to make a man bless Callahan if he did forget his Maker. Sunday mornings Bucks would get out the dainty, pearl-handled Wostenholm that Lillienfeld, the big San Francisco spirit-shipper, left annually for him at the Bend, and open the R. R. B. mail and read the news aloud for the benefit of Callahan and Hailey and such hangers-on as Peeto and an occasional stray despatcher. "Hello," exclaimed Bucks, chucking a nine-inch official manila under the table, "here's a general order--Number Fourteen----" The boys drew their briers like one. Bucks read out a lot of stuff that didn't touch our End, and then he reached this paragraph: "'The Mountain and the Inter-mountain divisions are hereby consolidated under the name of the Mountain Division with J. F. Bucks as Superintendent, headquarters at Medicine Bend. C. T. Callahan is appointed Assistant Superintendent of the new division.'" "Good boy!" roared Ed Peeto, straining his ears. "Well, well, well," said Hailey, opening his eyes, "here's promotions right and left." "'H. P. Agnew is appointed Superintendent of bridges of the new division with headquarters at Omaha, vice P. C. Hailey,'" Bucks read on, with some little surprise growing into a shock. Then he read fast looking for some further mention of Hailey. Hailey promoted, transferred, assigned--but there was no further mention of Hailey in G. O. Number Fourteen. Bucks threw down the order in a silence. Ed Peeto broke out first. "Who's H. P. Canoe?" "Agnew." "Who the hell is he?" roared Ed. Nobody answered: nobody knew. Bucks attempted to talk; Callahan lit his lighted pipe; but Ed Peeto stared at Hailey like a drunken man. "Did you hear that?" he snorted at his superior. Hailey nodded. "You're out!" stormed Peeto. Hailey nodded. The bridge foreman took his pipe from his mouth and dashed it into the stove. He got up and stamped across to the window and was like to have sworn the glass out before Hailey spoke. "I'm glad we're up to high water at the Spider, Bucks," said he at last. "When they get in the Peace River work, the division will run itself for a year." "Hailey," Bucks spoke slowly, "I don't need to tell you what I think of it, do I? It's a damned shame. But it's what I've said for a year--nobody ever knows what Omaha will do next." Hailey rose to his feet. "Where you going, Phil?" asked Bucks. "Going back to the Spider on Number Two." "Not going back this morning--why don't you wait for Four, to-night?" suggested Bucks.