He got the number.
“Hello! Is Flanagan there?
“Say, is there any oil across the river at the Park station?
“For Heavens sake, don’t ask questions! Is there?”
“Yes; he says there’s a half barrel in the shed behind,” reported the operator.
Alex’s hand shot back to the key.
At the first dot he paused.
Through the open window came a whistle, strong and clear.
The chief threw up his hands. Alex himself sank back in his chair, helplessly.
Suddenly he again started forward.