"That depends somewhat on the wording of his contract, Breen, and
a good deal on whether this village wants to hold him to it. I'm
not crossing any bridges of that kind, and don't you. What I'm
worrying about is the number of days and nights it's going to take
to patch this work so they can get trains through our tunnel--
And, Breen--"
"Yes, sir," answered Jack, as he stopped and looked over his
shoulder. There were wings on his feet now.
"Get into some dry clothes before you come back."
While all this had been going on Ruth had stood at the window in
the upper hall opposite the one banked with geraniums, too
horrified to move. She had watched with the aid of her opera-glass
the wild torrent rushing through the meadow, and she had heard the
shouts of the people in the streets and the prolonged roar when
the boulevard embankment gave way.
The hurried entrance and startled cry of the grocer's boy in the
kitchen below, and the loud talk that followed, made her move to
the head of the stairs. There she stood listening, her heart in
her mouth, her knees trembling.
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