“I am going down with the last of the matter for the magazine. Will you come along?”
“No, I guess not. I am getting up for examination next week. I am a bit behind in my work. You won’t hurt the machine.”
“Very good. Brooke will want to print the paper and have it sent up to-morrow and so I am giving him the last of the stuff for it. It will not take long to set it up and then he can print it to-morrow.”
“All right, I can trust you with it. Guess I don’t have to revise what you write.”
The run to Riverton was made in a short time and Jack left the car outside and went into the office, being somewhat surprised to hear the sound of presses going as he entered.
They were not usually started till the next day but Jack surmised that the editor might be running off some special job to save time and went straight to the inner office where he saw Mr. Brooke pecking away at the typewriter.
“Pretty busy now, Mr. Sheldon,” said the little man, looking up for an instant. “You’ll have to excuse me.”
“But I have brought the last of the copy for the Gazette. Shall I give it to the foreman?”
“The last of it? Why, you sent it this morning and told us to go ahead with the magazine.”
“I sent you copy this morning?” exclaimed Jack in some surprise.