“Where are you bound?”
Percy Burnett learned that the destination was a point forty miles distant in Kansas. It was the first portion of the great transcontinental line, the terminus of which was San Francisco.
Mr. Burnett made up his mind at once.
He hurried into the hotel and summoned Tom.
“Be quick, boy,” he said, “the stage is about ready to start.”
“Are we going right off?” asked Tom, in surprise.
“Yes; make haste.”
“You told Mr. Brush you should not be ready for two or three days.”
“I only wanted to put the fool off the scent. We are going by that stage; come on.”
“All right, sir.”