Tom started, then swayed dizzily.
"Steady, there, old Gridley boy!" mumbled Hazelton, slipping an arm around his recovered chum.
Then the two young engineers reached the platform and a fresh tumult of joyful cheering burst forth.
"Payson," exclaimed Harry, going up to the foreman, and holding out his hand, "will you accept my apologies for all I said to you?
I had to use strong language, or you'd have held me back from Reade." "I didn't believe he could be saved," returned the foreman, with a sickly smile, as he grasped Hazelton's outstretched hand.
Tom, too weak at first to stand, had dropped to his knees at the side of the unconscious laborer, over whom some of the bystanders were working in stupid fashion.
"This man must have medical attention at once!" Tom declared.

"Some of you men lift him to your shoulders.

Be careful not to jolt him, but travel at a jog all the way to the office building.

Harry, can you sit on your horse ?" "Surely," said the young assistant.
"Lucky boy, then," smiled Reade.

"I won't be able to sit in saddle for some minutes.