The three put their heads together
“Your father’ll say that’s the best piece of literature he’s read this year,” remarked Amesbury. “Here, operator, rush this off. Make it a ‘rush’ now.”
“What time’ll he get it?” asked Paul, as they turned from the telegraph desk.
“Let’s see. It’s eleven-thirty now. Oh, he ought to get it before he leaves his office this afternoon.”
“I’m so excited I can hardly keep from yelling!” Paul exclaimed.
“Well, you’d better hold in. They think you’re an Indian now, from your looks, and they’ll be sure of it if you yell, and fire us all. See how every one is eyeing us?”
“When’ll Skipper Bluntt be hearin’, now?” asked Dan.
“Tonight. Paul’s father will wire him right away, I’m sure.”