“Yes, you might do that.”
“I’ll go down to the railroad station at once and see when I can get a train,” went on the young book agent, enthusiastically. “And I’ll send the telegram, too.”
The matter was talked over for a few minutes longer, and it was decided that our hero should really take the trip south. Without loss of time the telegram was prepared, and he hurried off to the station with it.
“Want to go to Charleston?” queried the ticket agent. “That’s rather a long trip, Frank.”
“Yes. How soon can I go?”
“You can make a connection at Philadelphia in two hours and forty minutes.”
“That will just suit me. Now let me know how much this telegram will cost.”
The telegram ran as follows:
“Am starting to-night for Charleston. Keep your eye on Garrison.
“Frank.”