“Well, I won’t stand for anything more of that sort. Give me your word not to exceed fifty miles an hour at any time, or I’ll get off the train.”
“Very well, sir,” answered Allan. “Will you put it in writing?”
“In writing? What for?”
“My orders are to push the engines for all they’re worth.”
The great man swore a mighty oath.
“Jim, give me a sheet of paper,” he said to his secretary. And a moment later the order was written, in a sprawly scribble:
“October 15, 19—
“This special will hereafter at no time exceed a speed of fifty (50) miles per hour.
“Signed, ————”
And Allan still has that order, neatly framed, hanging over his desk.