He returned with them to the caboose in which they had come down, and
when he got back to the work the big camp kettles were already slung
along the bench, and the engine bringing the car of black powder was
steaming slowing into the upper cañon. On a flat bowlder back of the
cooks, Morris Blood, Ed Smith, and the roadmasters were sitting down to
coffee and sandwiches, and Glover joined them. Men in relays were
eating at the camp and dynamiters were picking their way across the
face of the Cat's Paw with the giant powder. The engineers were still
at their coffee-fire when the scream of a locomotive whistle came
through the cañon from below. Blood looked up. "There's one of the
fast mail engines, probably the 1026. Who in the world has brought her
up?"
"More than likely," suggested Glover, finishing his coffee, "it's
Bucks."