Ralph had to be content with this. As he walked along he wondered what Adair would have to tell him. The fifteenth of the month was only ten days ahead, and the pay car according to usual schedule should start on the regular trip three days earlier.
Ralph was glad to get back to duty pure and simple. Seated at his desk he was soon absorbed in getting accumulated work out of the way. He was pretty busy when one of the second trick men came up to him.
“Mr. Fairbanks,” he said, “I thought I would speak to you about a message I took over the commercial wire early this morning.”
“Is that it.” inquired Ralph, at once guessing the allusion, and producing the little yellow slip of paper that the road officer had given him.
“‘From Glen Palmer,’” read the operator over Ralph’s shoulder--“yes, that’s the one: ‘Look out for the pacer.’ It came in on a jumble of stuff like a quick cut in. There was more, but I couldn’t catch it. I signaled ‘repeat,’ but lost the sine, and it was clicked so thunderingly fast I got mixed on the letters.”
“You don’t know the point of sending, then?” asked Ralph.
“No. I didn’t know what the other end was trying to give me: Look out for the packer? faker, pacer?”
“Hello!” said Ralph, so strangely and suddenly that the operator started at him agape.
“What’s the matter?” inquired the latter, wonderingly.
Ralph did not reply. He was thinking hard. A sudden light had illuminated his mind.