Dave Porter and His Double Part 32

"How many have you in the camp here?" questioned Dave, after he and Roger had mounted the two waiting burros and were riding off beside the man from the engineering camp.

"There are twenty of us in the engineering gang, and I think they have about seventy to eighty men in the construction camp, with forty or fifty more on the way. You see, they have been bothered a great deal for hired help lately on account of the trouble with the Mexican bandits and revolutionists. Lots of men are afraid to come down here to work for fear some bandits will make a raid across the border and shoot them down."

"Have you had any trouble lately?" questioned Roger, quickly.

"We had trouble about two weeks ago. A couple of dirty Mexicans came into camp and were caught trying to steal away that night with some of our belongings. One of the fellows got a crack on the head with a club, and the other we think was shot in the side. But both of them got away in the darkness."

"That's interesting, to say the least," remarked Dave, drily. "I guess we've got to sleep with our eyes open, as the saying is."

"You've certainly got to watch yourself while you're down here,"

answered Frank Andrews. "There is more _talk_ about trouble than anything else, but the talk gets on some of the men's nerves, and we have had one civil engineer and two helpers leave us just on that account. They said they would prefer to work somewhere in the United States where they wouldn't be worried thinking the greasers might attack them."

As the party rode along they had to cross a bridge which was comparatively new, and their guide explained that this structure was one erected by the Mentor Company. Then they went over a slight rise, and finally came into view of a long row of one-story buildings with several rows of adobe houses behind them.

"Here we are at the camp!" announced the guide. "The engineering gang lives and does business in these houses here, and those huts at the back are used by the construction gangs."

[Ill.u.s.tration: "HERE WE ARE AT THE CAMP!" ANNOUNCED THE GUIDE.--_Page 225._]

It was all so new and novel to Dave and Roger that they were intensely interested. With their guide they rode up to the main building and dismounted. In a moment more they found themselves inside and confronted by Mr. Ralph Obray, the head of the camp.

"Glad to see you," he said, shaking hands after they had introduced themselves. "We are rather short of helpers just now; so you'll find plenty to do. I understand Mr. Ramsdell has given you a first-cla.s.s recommendation. I hope that you'll be able to live up to it," and he smiled faintly.

"I'm going to do what I can, Mr. Obray," answered Dave.

"And so am I," added Roger.

Frank Andrews had already told them that a man with a wagon would be sent down to the station for their trunks and suitcases, all of which had been left in charge of the station-master. The youths were taken to one of the buildings not far from the office, and there a.s.signed to a room containing two cots.

"Of course, this isn't the Biltmore Hotel or the Waldorf Astoria,"

remarked Frank Andrews, with a grin. "If you stay out here you'll have to learn to rough it."

"We know something about roughing it already," answered Dave. "If the other fellows can stand it I guess we can."

"You won't find it so bad when you get used to it," answered the man.

"Of course, it's pretty hot during the day, but the nights are quite comfortable. We've got a first-cla.s.s colored cook, so you won't find yourselves cut short on meals."

"That's good news," answered the senator's son. "I always thought that a good meal covered a mult.i.tude of sins," and at this misquotation Frank Andrews laughed heartily.

The man had already been despatched to get the baggage, and after it arrived Dave and Roger proceeded to make themselves at home, each donning such clothing as they saw the others of the engineering corps wearing.

"It's good-bye to boiled s.h.i.+rts and stiff collars," said Roger, "and I'm not sorry for it."

"Nor am I," returned Dave. "I'll feel much more like working in this comfortable outfit."

Almost before they knew it, it was noon, and presently they saw a number of men, some of them quite young, coming in to dinner. Through Frank Andrews they were introduced to all the others, and then placed at one of the tables in the mess hall where a helper of Jeff, the cook, served them with a meal which, if not exactly elegant, was certainly well-cooked and substantial.

"I want you two young men to stay around the offices for the rest of this week," announced Mr. Obray to them after the meal. "That will give you a chance to familiarize yourselves with what we are doing in the way of constructions in this vicinity. Then next week you can go out with the gang and begin your regular field practice."

The youths soon found that practical work in the office was quite different from the theoretical work done under Mr. Ramsdell. Still their tutor had instructed them faithfully, so that they soon "caught on," as Roger remarked.

When they did not understand a thing they did not hesitate to ask questions, and they found the other persons present very willing to explain and to help them. There was a spirit of comrades.h.i.+p throughout the whole camp that was as comforting as it was beneficial.

"It isn't everybody for himself here," explained Frank Andrews. "It is one for all. You are expected to do all you can for the other fellow, and in return it's understood that he will do all he can for you."

"It's a fine method," answered Dave; "and I don't wonder that the Mentor Construction Company is making such a success of its undertakings."

One day our hero asked Frank Andrews if he knew William Jarvey. At the question the man drew down the corners of his mouth and shook his head in disgust.

"Yes, I know Bill," he answered. "He's over in the offices at San Antonio mostly, but he occasionally comes out here on business for Mr.

Watson. I must say I don't like him very much, and I don't think the other men do either. He's a fellow who likes to drink now and then, and I understand he often gambles. That is, when he has the money.

He's usually strapped long before pay-day comes around."

"I thought he might be that sort of fellow," answered Dave.

"He got into a row with Mr. Watson while we were at San Antonio," put in Roger, and related a few of the particulars.

"If Bill doesn't look out he'll lose his job, and it will be too bad,"

answered Frank Andrews, "because he won't be likely to get another such easy berth in a hurry. He gets good money for what little he does. He hired with the company as a first-cla.s.s bookkeeper, but I understand he is only ordinary when it comes to handling big ma.s.ses of figures."

"Well, I didn't like him when I met him, and I'd be just as well satisfied if we didn't meet again," said Dave.

But Dave's wish was not to be gratified. He was to meet William Jarvey in the future, and that meeting was to bring with it a great surprise.

CHAPTER XXIV

A MIDNIGHT ALARM

"Well, Dave, we have been in this camp just a month to-day. How do you think you like it?"

"I like it first-rate, Roger--in fact, better than I first thought I would. All the engineers and a.s.sistants are so kind and helpful."

"That's what they are," returned the senator's son. "And I think we are getting along famously. Do you know, I am actually in love with the construction of this new Catalco bridge. I think it's going to be a dandy when it's completed."

"Not only a dandy, Roger, but, unless I miss my guess, it will be a monument to the skill and ingenuity of the Mentor Construction Company. I've been reading up on all kinds of bridges, and I think the construction of this particular bridge goes ahead of most of them."

"One thing is sure--Mr. Obray is very proud of the way things are going. I heard from Andrews that some of the other construction companies thought we would never be able to build this bridge the way it is going up."

The talk between the two chums was held in the evening after work for the day had come to an end. Dave and Roger stood on an elevation of ground surveying the unfinished bridge--or rather chain of bridges--which spanned a river and the marshland beyond. It had been a great engineering feat to obtain the proper foundations for the bridge where it spanned the marshland, and make them impervious to the floods which came with great force during certain seasons of the year.

The first week at the camp had been spent in the offices, but all the other time had been put in with the engineering gang that was superintending the construction of the far end of the bridge, and also the laying out of the railroad route through the hills and cuts beyond. The work had proved fascinating to the chums, and they were surprised to see how quickly the time pa.s.sed.

Dave and Roger had made a number of friends, but none more agreeable than Frank Andrews. Andrews occupied a room close to their own, and often spent an evening with them.

About the end of the second week they had received word concerning William Jarvey. The bookkeeper in the offices at San Antonio had had a violent quarrel with Mr. Watson and had been discharged. He had gone off declaring that his being treated thus was unjustifiable, and that he was going to bring the Mentor Construction Company to account for it.