Linn exploded desperately: "Don't let's four-flush. You were too slick for him, and you sewed me up. I've spent the money he gave me and now I'm flat." "You look strong. We need men." Gordon's emissary turned pale. "Say! You wouldn't set me to work? Why, those men would string me up." "I think not. I've spoken to the shift boss at mile 30, and he'll take care you're not hurt so long as you work hard and keep your mouth shut." An hour later Mr. Linn, cursing deeply, shouldered his pack and tramped out the grade, nor could he obtain food or shelter until he had covered those thirty weary miles. Once at his destination, he was only too glad to draw a numbered tag and fall to work with pick and shovel, but at his leisure he estimated that it would take him until late the following month to earn his fare to the States. XI THE TWO SIDES OF ELIZA VIOLET APPLETON Dan Appleton entered the bungalow one evening, wet and tired from his work, to find Eliza pacing the floor in agitation. "What's the matter, Sis?" he inquired, with quick concern. His sister pointed to a copy of The Review which that day's mail had brought. "Look at that!" she cried. "Read it!" "Oh! Your story, eh?" "Read it!" He read a column, and then glanced up to find her watching him with angry eyes. "Gee! That's pretty rough on the chief, Kid. I thought you liked him," he said, gravely. "I do! I do! Don't you understand, dummy? I didn't write that! They've changed my story--distorted it. I'm--FURIOUS!" Dan whistled softly. "I didn't suppose they'd try anything like that, but--they did a good job while they were at it. Why, you'd think O'Neil was a grafter and the S. R. & N. nothing but a land-grabbing deal." "How DARED they?" the girl cried. "The actual changes aren't so many--just enough to alter the effect of the story--but that's what makes it so devilish. For instance, I described the obstacles and the handicaps Mr. O'Neil has had to overcome in order to show the magnitude of his enterprise, but Drake has altered it so that the physical conditions here seem to be insuperable and he makes me say that the road is doomed to failure. That's the way he changed it all through." "It may topple the chief's plans over; they're very insecure. It plays right into the hands of his enemies, too, and of course Gordon's press bureau will make the most of it." "Heavens! I want sympathy, not abuse!" wailed his sister. "It's all due to the policy of The Review. Drake thinks everybody up here is a thief. I dare say they are, but--How can I face Mr. O'Neil?" Dan shook the paper in his fist. "Are you going to stand for this?" he demanded. "Hardly! I cabled the office this morning, and here's Drake's answer." She read: "'Stuff colorless. Don't allow admiration warp judgment.' Can you beat that?" "He thinks you've surrendered to Murray, like all the others." "I hate him!" cried Eliza. "I detest him!" "Who? O'Neil or Drake?"