morning, I had our attorney out of bed and on the long-distance
telephone; at nine o'clock this morning he appeared in the United
States District Court; at nine-fifteen the judge signed a restraining
order forbidding our enemies to interfere with us in the exercise of
a right legally granted us by the city of Sequoia, and at nine-thirty
a deputy United States marshal started in an automobile for Sequoia,
via the overland route. He will arrive late to-morrow night, and on
Sunday we will get that locomotive out of our way and install our
crossing."

"And Pennington--"

"Ah, the poor Pennington! Mon pauvre Seth!" Buck sighed comically.
"He will be just twenty-four hours late."

"You old he-fox!" Bryce murmured. "You wicked, wicked man!"

Buck Ogilvy lifted his lapel and sniffed luxuriously at his white
carnation, the while a thin little smile played around the corners of
his humorous mouth. "Ah," he murmured presently, "life's pretty
sweet, isn't it!"




CHAPTER XXXV


Events followed each other with refreshing rapidity. While the crew
of the big locomotive on the crossing busied themselves getting up