“Good for you, Tom!  Tell us about the fight!”

“Oh, it wasn’t much of a fight,” Tom evaded.  “But first I want to know how many of you fellows would like to make up some surveying parties—–­four in each crew—–­and offer your services to the B.N. and C. Railroad to help survey Ralph’s land.  We can do it, you know, as assistants to the railroad’s regular surveyors, and perhaps we can show them that it would be better to buy part of Ralph’s property for their loop line than to buy any of his neighbor’s, old Silas Perkins.  And, if we can do this, why, it’ll be the greatest thing ever for Ralph, because he’s a good sort, and he wants to go to college, and he’ll-----”

Tom paused for breath.  Enthusiasm for his friend and interest in Ralph’s ambition to get an education had carried him beyond the limit of his usual brief remarks.  Such a long speech was a surprise to himself as well as to his auditors.  They listened attentively, and not a few among them caught the spirit of the plan.

“D’you think the Chief’ll let us do it?” asked one.  “You know, we’re due in camp by the first of next week.”

“Oh, I think he will.  You know he has already promised to give us a course in geology this summer, and a lesson in surveying this section.  Then he’s always willing to give us a chance to put what we’ve learned into practical use.”

“We’ll ask him when he gets here at two o’clock.”

So the matter remained open; and Blake and Cooper, who had stopped playing, resumed their interrupted game.  The others watched them, forgetting more serious affairs.—–­All but Tom, who felt restive and impatient to enlist the services of the constable, and to carry out his other idea.  Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was after half-past one.  In about half an hour the train would arrive, bringing the Chief and perhaps a few more scouts.  He decided to stroll over to the station and meet them and submit his plan for Denmead’s approval.

With Tom Sherwood to think was to act.  He left his friends at the hotel, and telling Rawson where he was going, set out in the direction of the station.  His way took him first along Main Street and thence down one of the narrower side streets or lanes which branched off on each side.

Oakvale was scarcely more than a large village, but it boasted many shops, two drugstores, a public school, a post office, and four saloons.  As Tom passed one of these haunts he saw a group of men standing on the corner.  They were gathered around a rough-looking specimen of humanity who stood with one leg thrown across the top of a low hydrant haranguing his boon companions.

“An’ Perkins says ter me, ‘Now, jist yeou hold yer hosses an’ keep yer shirt on, Bill,’ says he.  ‘We don’t want no foolin’ with thet kid.’  Waal, I didn’t like ther way he spoke, and so I got kind-er huffy, and he says, ‘Here! take yer pay, and git aout!  Beat it!’ And here I am!”