"Soon as the country's thoroughly tied up," said Welland. "Less than a month now, I guess—first heavy snow. Eh?"
The gangster nodded.
"You'll send me word?"
"Either that or come down and see you. It's getting hard for me to get away now. But trust me. Now, is there anything else?"
Greasy pondered.
"Oh, I was forgettin' to tell you I been tappin' the telegraph lines from Discovery to Prospect for the past week. An' I'll keep it up till we're ready."
"Why, you're a genius!" Welland cried. "I never thought of that. Anything important come through? You know, all the messages for Canada have to come down by that line."
"Yep, I know. Guess that's why I'm doin' it. I am a genius, I guess. No, nothin' much's come through yet. But, if there does, I'll know it."
"Fine. Well, that's all, eh? All right. Say, this is going to be great, Greasy! Shake!"
The two friends shook, mightily satisfied.