Jo.
I answered that very moment:
To Jo:
I am dying for news of you. Answer.
Cricket.
Then I asked, “Can you deliver the message to-night?”
“Yes; it has been delivered. I am Jo,” the sounder clicked. “This is confidential. See if any one is on the line.”
I rang off the calls of the hill circuit and got no answer, and knew we had the wire to ourselves.
“Are you an operator?” I asked.
“Yes. I had to have a talk with you, and so here I am, at last.”