The door was now closed.

Before it, stood the foreman of the concrete gang, who was narrating for the benefit of a group of cooks and freighters details of the mishap.
Bryant turned the knob, but the door was locked.
"He stationed me here to keep men out," the foreman said.
"Then he's in there." "Yes, came a-running.

Was loafing out there in the brush and having a smoke.

Said he was going to operate at once, then locked the door." "Not alone!" Lee exclaimed.
"No, he has help.

One of the engineers from the office, who had come trotting over to see what was wrong, and a girl." "A girl! What girl ?" The foreman shook his head.
"Don't know who she is.