Luckily, whom should they sight but General Casement himself, getting this, the new terminal, into shape to receive the sidings and his warehouse and all, for end o’ track was only forty miles out and coming fast.
They vaulted off, where he was talking with Superintendent Sam Reed. Terry saluted.
“Dispatches from General Dodge, sir,” he said.
“Hello! It’s you again, is it? Well! Where’d you hail from, this time?” demanded the little general.
“From the Red Desert, sir; the both of us. I found George Stanton—or we all did, I mean, with the Bates party. The general sent us back.”
“I see.”
General Casement quickly tore open the dispatches, and read them.
“Very good,” he said. “Had your breakfast?”
“No, sir.”
“Had a pleasant trip?”