"How old are you, Stirling?" asked the superintendent abruptly.
"Nearly nineteen."
"I suppose you know something about the routine here?"
"I have helped my father a little for the past month or two--yes, sir."
"And have improved your opportunities, judging from the common-sense way
you have got things into temporary running order," commented Leslie.
The speaker took out his watch. Then, glancing through the doorway, he
arose suddenly, with the words:
"Ah! there he is, now. I suppose you couldn't be here about four o'clock
this afternoon?"
"Why, certainly," answered Bart promptly. "People are likely to be
around making inquiries, and I have a delivery to make this afternoon,
as I told you, sir."
"I intend to see your father," said Mr. Leslie, "and I want to get back
to the city to-night. I may have some orders for you, so we'll call it
four, sharp."
"I will be here, sir."
The superintendent stepped outside. Evidently he had made an
appointment, for he was met by the freight agent of the B. & M., who
knew Bart and nodded to him.
As the two men strolled slowly over to the ruins of the express shed,
Bart heard Mr.
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