“After a hard double run?” insinuated Griscom.
“That’s so; it isn’t right to ask them, Forgan. Give me some other engine.”
“Won’t you wait till I answer?” demanded Griscom. “Yes, we will, and glad to show you the courtesy. Is that right, Fairbanks?”
“Certainly,” replied Ralph. “Is it a matter of a great deal of urgency, Mr. Trevor?”
“Particularly so. I have come five hundred miles on other roads on specials. I must connect with a train in the city at a certain time, or I miss Europe and important business.”
Old Griscom took out his greasy, well-worn train schedule. He looked it over and pointing to the regular time made, said:
“We can discount that exactly seventy-two minutes.”
“And that will bring me to terminus exactly on time,” said the young man brightly. “Do it, my 76 friends, and you shall have a hundred dollars between you.”
“That isn’t at all necessary”—began Griscom.
“I beg pardon, but in this case it is,” broke in Trevor. “It’s all arranged. Thanks. I will put on a rain coat, and if you will stow me in some corner of the tender I shall enjoy the run.”