The stout gentleman, on the rear seat, dressed in the latest fashion, even to his highly polished shoes, must surely be all the way from Broadway.
"Mr.Newnham ?" queried Tom, advancing to the wagon as it halted.
"Yes; is Mr.Reade here ?" "You're speaking to him, sir," smiled the cub engineer.
Mr.Newnham took a quick look, readjusted his spectacles, and looked once more.

Tom bore the scrutiny calmly.
"I expected to find a very young man here, Mr.Reade, but you're considerably younger than I had expected.

Yet Howe, in charge of the construction corps, tells me that you've been hustling matters at this field survey end.

How are you, Reade ?" Mr.Newnham descended from the wagon, at once holding out his hand.
"I'm very comfortable, thank you, sir," Tom smiled.
"You're dreadfully busy, I'm sure," continued the president of the S.B.

& L.