"I helped Hailey a little here when he rebuilt three years ago. The track was put in then as well as it ever can be put in. The fact simply is this, Callahan, we shall never be safe here. What must be done is to tunnel Sleepy Cat, get out of the infernal canyon with the main line and use this for the spur around the tunnel. When your message came last night, Morris and I took the chance to tell Mr. Brock so, and he is here this morning to see what things look like after a cloudburst. A tunnel will save two miles of track and all the double-heading." "But, Glover, what's that got to do with this fruit? Confound your tunnel, what I want is a track. By heavens, if it's going to take three days to get one in we might as well dump a hundred cars of fruit into the river now--and Bucks is looking to you to save them." "Looking to me?" echoed Glover, raising his brows. "What's the matter with Agnew?" "Oh, hang Agnew!" "If you like. But he is in charge of this division. I can't do anything discourteous or unprofessional, Callahan." "You are not required to." "It looks very much as if I am being called in to instruct Agnew how to do his work. He is a perfectly competent engineer." "That point has been covered. Bucks had a long talk with Agnew over the wire last night. He is needed all the time at the Blackwood bridge and he is relieved here when you arrive. Now what's the matter with you?" "Nothing whatever if that is the situation. I'd much rather keep out of it, but there isn't work enough here for two engineers. "What do you mean?" "This isn't very bad." "Not very bad! Well, how much time do you want to put a track in here?" Glover's eyes were roaming up and down the canyon. "How much can you give me?" he asked. "Till to-night." Glover looked at his watch. "Then get two hundred and fifty men in here inside of an hour." "We've picked up about seventy-five section men so far, but there aren't two hundred and fifty men within a hundred miles." Glover pointed north. "Ed Smith's got two hundred men not over three miles from here on the irrigation ditch." "That only shows I've no business in this game," remarked Callahan, looking at Morris Blood. "This is where you take hold." Blood nodded. "Leave that to me. Let's have the orders all at once, Ab. Say where you want headquarters." The engineer stretched a finger toward the point of rocks across the canyon. "Right above the Cat's Paw." "Tell Bill Dancing to cut in the wrecking instrument and put an operator over there for Glover's orders," directed Blood, turning to Smith Young. "I'm off for something to eat," said Callahan, "and by the way, what shall I tell Bucks about the chances?" "Can you get Ed Smith's outfit?" asked Glover, speaking to Blood. "Well, I know you can--Ed's a Denver man." He meditated another moment; "We need his whole outfit, mind you." "I'll get it or resign. If I succeed, when can you get a train through?"