road.

"This looks like a big thing for the company, Tom," the young
manager said with enthusiasm, while Mr. Damon listened to it all
with mouth and eyes open.

"Bless my watch-charm!" murmured the latter. "An electric
locomotive that can travel two miles a minute? Whew!"

"Sounds like a big order, Tom," added Ned, seriously.

"It is a big order. I am not at all sure it can be done,"
agreed Tom, thoughtfully. "But under the terms Mr. Bartholomew
offers it is worth trying, don't you think?"

"That twenty-five thousand dollars is as good as yours anyway,"
declared his chum with finality. "I'll see there is no loophole
in the contract and the money must be placed in escrow so that
there can be no possibility of our losing that. The promise of a
hundred thousand dollars must he made binding as well."

"I know you will look out for those details, Ned," Tom said
with a wave of his hand.

"That is what I am here for," agreed the financial manager.
"Now, what else? I fancy the building of such a locomotive looks
feasible to you and your father or you would not go into it."

"But two miles a minute!" murmured Mr. Damon again. "Bless my
prize pumpkins!"