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I want to see what you can get done by quitting-time . '' That afternoon Conniston left everything in the hands of his foremen . He did not once go to the ditch to see what they were doing . Instead he took Truxton 's note-book from the table in the tent -- Truxton was still in a deep stupor -- and from one o'clock until dark worked over it , seeking desperately to grasp every detail which he must know later and to plan for the morrow and the morrows to come . When he heard the men coming in from work he got his horse and saddled it , and then waited for the foremen with their daily reports . `` I beat my record by twenty feet to-day , '' the Lark told him , with a cheerful grin , as he handed Conniston a soiled bit of paper . `` I 'm hot on the trail of my bonus , take it from me . ''