Dancing looked at him in silence and with some contempt. The trainmaster had broken in on the superintendent for a moment and the two were conferring in an undertone. "What might your name be, mister?" growled Dancing, addressing with some condescension the man in the easy chair. The man waved his hand as if it were immaterial and answered with a single word: "Forgotten!" "How's that?" "Forgotten!" "That's a blamed queer name----" "On the contrary, it's a very common name and that is just the trouble: it's forgotten." "What do you want, Bill?" demanded McCloud, turning to the lineman. "Is this man all right?" asked Dancing, jerking his thumb toward the easy chair. "I can't say; you'll have to ask him." "I'll save you that trouble, Bill, by saying that if it's for the good of the division I am all right. Death to its enemies, damme, say I. Now go on, William, and give us your plan in regards to getting these hold-ups--yes." Dancing looked from one man to the other, but McCloud appeared preoccupied and his visitor seemed wholly serious. "I don't want to take too much on myself--" Bill began, speaking to McCloud. "You look as if you could carry a fair-sized load, William, provided it bore the right label," suggested the visitor, entirely amiable. "--But nobody has felt worse over this thing and recent things----" "Recent things," echoed the easy chair. "--happening to the division that I have. Now I know there's been trouble on the division----" "I think you are putting it too strong there, Bill, but let it pass." "--there's been differences; misunderstandings and differences. So I says to myself maybe something might be done to get everybody together and bury the differences, like this: Murray Sinclair is in town; he feels bad over this thing, like any railroad man would. He's a mountain man, quick as the quickest with a gun, a good trailer, rides like a fiend, and can catch a streak of sunshine travelling on a pass. Why not put him at the head of a party to run 'em down?" "Run 'em down," nodded the stranger. "Differences such as be or may be----" "May be----" "Being discussed when he brings 'em in dead or alive, and not before. That's what I said to Murray Sinclair, and Murray Sinclair is ready for to take hold this minute and do what he can if he's asked. I told him plain I could promise no promises; that, I says, lays with George McCloud. Was I right, was I wrong? If I was wrong, right me; if I was right, say so. All I want is harmony." The new man nodded approval. "Bully, Bill!" he exclaimed heartily. "Mister," protested the lineman, with simple dignity, "I'd just a little rather you wouldn't bully me nor Bill me."