We had been passing gangs of workmen on the track. And at that last yell the Virginian rose. “I reckon I’ll join the meeting again,” he said. “This filling and repairing looks like the washout might have been true.” “Washout?” said Scipio. “Big Horn bridge, they say--four days ago.” “Then I wish it came this side Rawhide station.” “Do yu’?” drawled the Virginian. And smiling at Scipio, he lounged in through the open door. “He beats me,” said Scipio, shaking his head. “His trail is turruble hard to anticipate.” We listened. “Work bein’ done on the road, I see,” the Virginian was saying, very friendly and conversational. “We see it too,” said the voice of Trampas. “Seem to be easin’ their grades some.” “Roads do.” “Cheaper to build ’em the way they want ’em at the start, a man would think,” suggested the Virginian, most friendly. “There go some more I-talians.” “They’re Chinese,” said Trampas. “That’s so,” acknowledged the Virginian, with a laugh. “What’s he monkeyin’ at now?” muttered Scipio. “Without cheap foreigners they couldn’t afford all this hyeh new gradin’,” the Southerner continued. “Grading! Can’t you tell when a flood’s been eating the banks?” “Why, yes,” said the Virginian, sweet as honey. “But ’ain’t yu’ heard of the improvements west of Big Timber, all the way to Missoula, this season? I’m talkin’ about them.” “Oh! Talking about them. Yes, I’ve heard.” “Good money-savin’ scheme, ain’t it?” said the Virginian. “Lettin’ a freight run down one hill an’ up the next as far as she’ll go without steam, an’ shavin’ the hill down to that point.” Now this was an honest engineering fact. “Better’n settin’ dudes squintin’ through telescopes and cypherin’ over one per cent reductions,” the Southerner commented. “It’s common sense,” assented Trampas. “Have you heard the new scheme about the water-tanks?” “I ain’t right certain,” said the Southerner. “I must watch this,” said Scipio, “or I shall bust.” He went in, and so did I. They were all sitting over this discussion of the Northern Pacific’s recent policy as to betterments, as though they were the board of directors. Pins could have dropped. Only nobody would have cared to hear a pin. “They used to put all their tanks at the bottom of their grades,” said Trampas. “Why, yu’ get the water easier at the bottom.” “You can pump it to the top, though,” said Trampas, growing superior. “And it’s cheaper.” “That gets me,” said the Virginian, interested. “Trains after watering can start down hill now and get the benefit of the gravity. It’ll cut down operating expenses a heap.” “That’s cert’nly common sense!” exclaimed the Virginian, absorbed. “But ain’t it kind o’ tardy?” “Live and learn. So they gained speed, too. High speed on half the coal this season, until the accident.” “Accident!” said the Virginian, instantly.