“Why, is there anything strange in that? He evidently was expecting it.”
“It was strange that he came in so quickly, almost while I was receiving the message. That, too, was singular.”
“The message?”
“Yes.”
“Why so?”
“As I remember it, Joe, it read: ‘Dust flying. S. D. on way. Ware eagle,’” said Belden. “It was signed with only a single name—‘Martin.’”
It was then that Nick Carter pricked up his ears and leaned nearer to the wall to hear what the two men were saying.
“By Jove, that was a bit singular,” remarked Gordon.
“I thought so.”
“Dust flying, eh?” Gordon laughed. “The dispatch must have come from a windy city.”