“O’ course not,” said a number of the men in a breath.  “One feller’s money is as good as another feller’s.”

“Let’s go down there and see ’em,” suggested Calthorpe.  “If the feller what hired us won’t pay up, we’ll get it from some other feller.  That’s all right enough, I guess.”

Half an hour later Bucephalus called Percival to the edge of the camp, telling him that he was wanted, Jack and Billy going with Dick.

“Did you want to see me?” he asked, seeing Jenkins and Calthorpe.

“Yes, I guess so,” stammered Jenkins.  “You’re at the head of the ingineers, ain’t ye?”

“I am with them,” Percival replied.  “You are one of the men who tried to stop us, aren’t you?  You are Jenkins, I believe?”

“Yes, that’s me.  What I wanted to say is this.  I know who the feller was what told us we’d be hurt ef the road went through, and mebby you’d like to know who he is.  I kin tell ye, for I know his name an’ he’s one of-----”

“We know who he is,” broke in Jack, “and you can tell us nothing.”

Jenkins seemed a good deal put back by this speech and stammered not a little as he replied: 

“Huh! yer didn’t know who he was this afternoon, ’cause ye asked
me if I had saw him.   Guess ye’re only bluffin’ an’ don’t know-----”

“Look at this!” said Jack, suddenly shoving the print he had received from Billy that very evening under the man’s nose, there being light enough for him to see it.  “Do you recognize any one there?”

“By Jinks!” exclaimed Jenkins, who recognized his own portrait first of all.  “You’ve been takin’ our picters to use ag ‘in’ us.  Gimme that!”

Jenkins tried to snatch the picture as Jack drew it back, but Percival, by a quick movement, threw his hand up and said sharply: 

“No, you don’t, my man!  We want to keep that picture for evidence.  Besides, even if you got it, we can print a hundred more of them.”

“Ain’t you goin’ to give us anything for telling you who it was?” Jenkins asked in a tone of disappointment.

“No, for you have not told us.”

“But I told you it was one of your fellers this afternoon.  You wouldn’t ha’ known anything about it if I hadn’t.”

“Oh, yes we would,” laughed Billy.  “That picture was already taken when you mentioned the matter, and the minute we saw it we would have known that something was wrong, even if you hadn’t said a word.”

“And we ain’t goin’ to get nothing?”

“No!” said Jack in a tone of decision.

“You may get what you don’t want, though I won’t say but that you deserve it all right,” laughed Percival “I mean a term in jail.”

“And so this was what you sent to us for?” said Jack.  “You might have known you would get nothing.  Come, Dick.  Come, Billy.  There is no use wasting any more time on these fellows.”

“You look out that we don’t go on our own hook and stop your workin’ the branch,” snarled Calthorpe.  “We can make trouble for you and we-----”