ON THE FLYER West, his friends not in evidence, artfully waylaid Graham on his way to the private car. "Hello, Henry B. Sorry I couldn't see you yesterday," the railroad builder told West as they shook hands. "You taking this tram?" "Yes, sir. Got business takes me East." "Drop in to see me some time this morning. Say about noon. You'll have lunch with me." "Suits me. About noon, then," agreed West. The conspirators modified their plans to meet a new strategic situation. West was still of opinion that he had better use his card of entry to get his friends into the railroad builder's car, but he yielded to Dave's view that it would be wiser for the cattleman to pave the way at luncheon. Graham's secretary ate lunch with the two old-timers and the conversation threatened to get away f

