The Young Engineers in Colorado: Or, at Railroad Building in Earnest — H. Irving Hancock

The Young Engineers In Coloradoby H. Irving HancockLook, Tom! There is a real westerner! Harry Hazelton's eyes sparkled, his whole manner was one of intense interest. Eh? queried Tom Reade, turning around from his distant view of a sharp, towering peak of the Rockies. There's the real hing in the way of a westerner, Harry Hazelton insisted in a voice in which there was some awe. I don't believe he is, retorted Tom skeptically. You're going to say, I suppose, that the man is just some freak escaped from the pages of a dime novel? demanded Harry. No; he looks more like a hostler on a leave of absence from a stranded Wild West show, Tom replied slowly. There was plenty of time for them to inspect the stranger in question. Tom and Harry were seated on a mountain springboard wagon drawn by a pair of thin horses. Their driver, a boy of about eighteen, sat on a tiny make-believe seat almost over the traces. This youthful driver had been minding his own business so assiduously during the past three hours that Harry had voted him a sullen fellow. This however, the driver was not.