One evening as Captain Johnny Brennan stood on the dock superintending the final loading of a cargo for the S. R. & N. he was accosted by a tall, nervous man with shifting eyes and twitching lips. It was hard to recognize in this pitiable shaken creature the once resplendent Gordon, who had bent the whole northland to his ends. Some tantalizing demons inside the man's frame were jerking at his sinews. Fear was in his roving glance; he stammered; he plucked at the little captain's sleeve like a frightened woman. The open-hearted Irishman was touched. "Yes," said Johnny, after listening for a time. "I'll take you with me, and they won't catch you, either." Gordon chattered: "I'll pay you well, handsomely. I'm a rich man. I have interests that demand attention, so--accept this money. Please! Keep it all, my good fellow." Brennan stared at the bundle Gordon had thrust into his hand, then regarded the speaker curiously. "Man dear," he said, "this isn't money. These are stock certificates." "Eh? Stock? Well, there's money in stocks, big money, if you know how to handle them." The promoter's wandering eye shifted to the line of stevedores trundling their trucks into the hold, then up to the crane with its straining burden of bridge material. Every package was stenciled with his rival's name, but he exclaimed: "Bravo, Captain! We'll be up to the summit by Christmas. 'No graft! No incompetence! The utmost publicity in corporate affairs!'--that's our platform. We're destined for a glorious success. Glorious success!" "Go aboard and lie down," Brennan said, gently. "You need a good sleep." Then, calling a steward, he ordered, "Show Mr. Gordon to my cabin and give him what he wants." He watched the tall figure stumble up the gang-plank, and shook his head: "'The utmost publicity,' is it? Well, it's you that's getting it now. And to think that you're the man with the mines and the railroads and the widow! I'm afraid you'll be in irons when she sees you, but--that's as good a finish as you deserve, after all." XXV PREPARATIONS The building of the Salmon River bridge will not soon be forgotten by engineers and men of science. But, while the technical features of the undertaking are familiar to a few, the general public knows little about how the work was actually done; and since the building of the bridge was the pivotal point in Murray O'Neil's career, it may be well to describe in some detail its various phases--the steps which led up to that day when the Salmon burst her bonds and put the result of all his planning and labor to the final test.