“Other reporters will be here by that time. Experienced men. Maybe they’ll get the jump on me.”
“I’ll venture they won’t!” Louise said with emphasis. “You’ve never failed yet on a story.”
“This is more than a story, Lou. It’s a great human tragedy. Somehow I don’t feel a bit like a reporter—I just feel bewildered and rather stunned.”
“You’re tired and half sick,” Louise said. She linked arms with Penny and guided her away from the long line of refugees.
“Where to?” she asked after they had wandered for some distance.
“I was starting for the telephone company office when I met you.”
“Why the telephone office?” Louise asked.
“Well, it’s high and dry. I thought that by some chance they might have a wire connection.”
“Then let’s go there by all means,” urged Louise.
Farther down the debris-clogged street the girls came to the telephone company offices. The building, one of the newest and tallest in Delta, had been gutted by the flood. However, the upper floors remained dry and emergency quarters had been established there. Nearly all employees were at their posts.