“Now you can get out of here. There’ll be a freight along in about half an hour.” That was welcome news.
“From the east, you mean?”
“Yep.”
“Hooray,” Terry cheered. “I’ll be on the job again in the morning.”
But Harry scowled as he jiggled his telegraph key.
“Dead once more,” he complained.
“Who?”
“The line west.”
“Maybe the operator up there’s asleep.”
“No. It’s lack of juice. I can tell. Something’s busted.”