Brought us into closer touch with the working end, you know." "You and Gregson must have been laid up at about the same time," said the young engineer.

"That was a painful wound of Gregson's.

I wonder who the deuce it was who shot him?
Funny that a man like Gregson should have an enemy!" Thorne sat up with a jerk.

There came the rattle of a pan from the stove, and Howland turned his head in time to see Jackpine staring at him as though he had exploded a mine under his feet.
"Who shot him ?" gasped the senior engineer.

"Why--er--didn't Gregson tell you that it was an accident ?" "Why should he lie, Thorne ?" A faint flush swept into the other's pallid face.