“There you go,” I told him; “Calamity Jane!”
“To call her up, you’ll have to call Central down,” he said.
“I should worry,” I told him.
CHAPTER XXXV
WHAT I HEARD ON THE TELEPHONE
That station stood all by itself, and it was pitch dark all around. It reminded me of the Grand Central Station, it was so different. First we tried the door and it was locked. Then we tried one of the windows and it opened.
I said, “Do you think it would be all right to climb in?”
“Sure it would,” Westy said; “because the window doesn’t open into the ticket agent’s room, only into the waiting room. Go ahead.”
I didn’t see any harm in climbing in, because the window was part open and there was a sign outside that said “Public Telephone.”
“Anyway,” Westy said; “if anybody should come and find us here, we could say we just wanted to ’phone. And we could prove that’s all we wanted, too, by our really getting the number.”
First I didn’t know what we ought to do, but as long as we didn’t have to break anything open, and as long as all we wanted was to ’phone, I decided it would be all right.