"It was the only thing to do. You must never say die, my boy. Fight to the last ditch, but never surrender. There is always the possibility that something may turn up. The first and most important factor in this fight was delay. We've secured that. How long Carlton will hold that crowd is more than I can predict. After that we need an additional vote. The vote is at Wynnwood."
"Yes, I know all about that—but I don't see how this talk is going to help," cried Barry, irritably.
"Nor do I," responded the imperturbable Irishman, "but do you know that sometimes in the mere act of stating a difficulty you discover a way out of it."
The boy laughed in spite of himself.
"There's no way of getting to Wynnwood—no trains, I mean," he said.
"Quite right, and Wynnwood, being obstinate, won't come to us."
"If we could locate a wireless operator, we might flash a message to Warrington," said Barry, banteringly.
"Yes," assented the other, "or if we could pick up a flying machine that wasn't otherwise engaged, it might help some."
The boy gave a gesture of dismay.