"What do you mean?" cries Harry. "Didn't you say that you had provisioned her for two days?"
"Yes! but she's given it all away to the women in the way-cars."
"No relief train yet?"
"No, an' I don't see any chance of one."
"Very well," remarks Lawrence, putting on his overcoat, "I'll see what I can do."
He steps out of the car, and the best he can think of is to tramp to the telegraph station, and see if there is anything left there. It is over a mile and a half, but a beaten track has been pretty well made in the snow by the brakemen and conductor on some of their visits to that point, so he gets there in a little over half an hour.
Here, the conductor is talking to the telegraph operator, and they seem to be excited over something.
"What's the matter?" asks Harry.
"Nothing, only the line's down between here and Evanston!" says the operator. "It was working twenty minutes ago, but I can't get the Evanston or any other Western office now."
"What was the last news from there?"