“By Jove!  Why didn’t you tell me?  I knew he was crooked—­but I couldn’t believe—­”

“Sit down!” said O’Neil.  “He won’t pull himself together for a while, and I want to get to bed.  Are you looking for a job?”

The engineer’s eyes opened wide.

“Yes.”

“Do you know the Kyak country?”

“Pretty well.”

“I need a surveyor.  Your wages will be the same that Gordon paid and they begin now, if it’s agreeable.”

“It certainly is!”

“Good!  We’ll leave at six o’clock, sharp.  Bring your bedding and instruments.”

“Thanks!  I—­This is a bit of a surprise.  Who are you?”

“I’m O’Neil.”  “Oh!” Mr. Appleton’s expression changed quickly.  “You’re Murray—­” He stammered an instant.  “It was very good of you to take my part, after I’d been fool enough to—­”

“Well—­I didn’t want to see you make a total idiot of yourself.”

The young man flushed slightly, then in a quieter voice, he asked: 

“How did you know I was out of work?”

“Mr. Gordon told me.  He recommended you highly.”

“He did?”

“He said you were unreliable, disloyal, and dishonest.  Coming from him I took that as high praise.”

There was a moment’s pause, then Appleton laughed boyishly.

“That’s funny!  I’m very glad to know you, Mr. O’Neil.”

“You don’t, and you won’t for a long time.  Tom tells me you didn’t think well of Gordon’s enterprise and so he fired you.”

“That’s right!  I suppose I ought to have kept my mouth shut, but it has a way of flying open when it shouldn’t.  He is either a fool or a crook, and his mine is nothing but a prospect.  I couldn’t resist telling him so.”

“And his railroad?”

Appleton hesitated.  “Oh, it’s as good a route as the Trust’s.  I worked on the two surveys.  Personally I think both outfits are crazy to try to build in from here.  I had to tell Gordon that, too.  You see I’m a volunteer talker.  I should have been born with a stutter—­it would have saved me a lot of trouble.”

O’Neil smiled.  “You may talk all you please in my employ, so long as you do your work.  Now get some sleep, for we have a hard trip.  And by the way”—­the youth paused with a hand on the doorknob—­ “don’t go looking for Denny.”

Appleton’s face hardened stubbornly.

“I can’t promise that, sir.”

“Oh yes you can!  You must!  Remember, you’re working for me, and you’re under orders.  I can’t have the expedition held up on your account.”

The engineer’s voice was heavy with disappointment, but a vague admiration was growing in his eyes as he agreed: 

“Very well, sir.  I suppose my time is yours.  Good night.”

When he had gone “Happy Tom” inquired: 

“Now, why in blazes did you hire him?  We don’t need a high-priced surveyor on this job.”

“Of course not, but don’t you see?  He’d have been arrested, sure.  Besides—­he’s Irish, and I like him.”