He's the sort to appreciate a
thing like that, and it would be a delicate way of thanking his
wife, too."
"Good! I'll speak to the other fellows, and now the Acting Master
of Transportation is going to shake with the new Acting
Superintendent, and wish him every success."
Runnels grasped the outstretched hand.
"Say, Anthony," he said, "we're young and we have a start. I have
what you lack, and you have what I lack; if we stick together,
we'll own a railroad some day. Is it a go?"
"You bet!"
With a warm glow in his breast, the new Master of Transportation
plunged into his duties. He really was making a success, it
seemed, although it was a bit disappointing to learn that he owed
so much of it to Edith Cortlandt. At the same time he couldn't
help thinking that his efforts had entitled him to reasonable
success, and, anyhow, it was pleasant to feel that at no point in
his scramble up the ladder had he elbowed off some other man more
deserving, perhaps, than he. This last advancement, too, was very
timely, for it would surely have its effect upon Andres Garavel.
But his new work brought new troubles and worries. Runnels helped
him whenever he could, yet Kirk was left largely to his own
devices, and learned for the first time what real responsibility
was like.
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