sure."

"Well, I'll tell you----"

Before Peterson could finish, Max broke in:--

"That's him."

"Where?"

"That fellow over there, walking along slow. He's the one that was with
Grady."

"I'd like to know what he thinks he's doing here." Peterson started
forward, adding, "I guess I know what to say to him."

"Hold on, Pete," said Max, catching his arm. "Maybe we'd better speak to
Mr. Bannon. I'll go down and tell him, and you keep an eye on this
fellow."

Peterson reluctantly assented, and Max walked slowly away, now and then
pausing to look around at the men. But when he had nearly reached the
stairway, where he could slip behind the scaffolding about the only
scale hopper that had reached a man's height above the floor, he moved
more rapidly. He met Bannon on the stairway, and told him what he had
seen. Bannon leaned against the wall of the stairway bin, and looked
thoughtful.

"So he's come, has he?" was his only comment. "You might speak to Pete,
Max, and bring him here. I'll wait."

Max and Peterson found him looking over the work of the carpenters.

"I may not be around much to-night," he said, with a wink, "but I'd like
to see both of you to-morrow afternoon some time. Can you get around
about four o'clock, Pete?"

"Sure," the night boss replied.

"We've got some thinking to do about the work, if we're going to put it
through. I'll look for you at four o'clock then, in the office." He
started down the stairs. "I'm going home now."

"Why," said Peterson, "you only just come."

Bannon paused and looked back over his shoulder. The light came from
directly overhead, and the upper part of his face was in the shadow of
his hat brim, but Max, looking closely at him, thought that he winked
again.

"I wanted to tell you," the foreman went on; "Grady's come around, you
know--and another fellow----"

"Yes, Max told me. I guess they won't hurt you. Good night."

As he went on down he passed a group of laborers who were bringing
stairway material to the carpenters.

"I don't know but what you was talking pretty loud," said Max to
Peterson, in a low voice. "Here's some of 'em now."

"They didn't hear nothing," Peterson replied, and the two went back to
the distributing floor. They stood in a shadow, by the scale hopper,
waiting for the reappearance of Grady's companion. He had evidently gone
on to the upper floors, where he could not be distinguished from the
many other moving figures; but in a few