“It’ll do it, somehow,” smiled Tom.
“Yes; your engineers will bring it through, somehow,” taunted Black. “We have the chief of that corps with us right now.”
“That’s all right,” retorted Tom. “You’re welcome to me, if I can be of any real comfort to you. But you forget that you haven it my assistant. Harry Hazelton is at large, among his own friends. Harry will see the train through tonight. Never worry.”
Click-click-click-click! sounded the machine on the barrel.
“It’s the division superintendent at Lineville, calling up Brewster’s,” announced the operator.
“Answer for Brewster, then,” directed Black. “Let us see what the division super wants, anyway.”
More clicking followed, after which the operator explained:
“Division super asks Brewster if through train has passed there.”
“Answer, ‘Yes; twelve minutes ago,’” directed Black.
The instrument clicked furiously for a few moments.