“Who gave you this, boy?”
“G. M.”
“Himself?”
“That same.”
“Well, you take this back and ask him if he means the Night Express.”
Presently the boy came back, stopped in front of the Trainmaster’s desk, and startled the office by reading aloud:
“Trainmaster, St. Louis, Vandalia, Terre Haute and Indianapolis Railroad, Indianapolis:—
Put President McGuire’s car, ‘Maid of Erin’ on the White Mail to-night. G. M.”
“Who told you to read that?” shouted the indignant Trainmaster.
“The G. M. told me to read it to you and see that you understood it.”