“Yes, sir,” answered the guard, recognizing his voice, “everything serene. Not a sign of trouble anywhere.”
“That’s good,” said Allan, and started across the yards.
“I’m goin’ to look around a while,” said Jack. “I’ll look you up in half an hour or so.”
“All right,” said Allan, and continued on to his office, while Jack’s figure vanished instantly in the darkness.
Jack had turned back toward the freight-house, intending to ask a few questions of the guard, but as he passed the platform at the lower end, a voice hailed him.
“That you, Jack?”
“Yes,” Welsh answered, peering around, “but where are you?”
“Down here under the platform,” and as Jack stooped, the odour of tobacco smoke assailed his nostrils.
“Oh, is it you, Reddy?” he asked.
“Yes. Come under an’ set down.”