“Have we time to write a letter?” asked Phil.
“No. Andy’s flagging 17 now,” returned Steve.
“I’ve written ‘Thank you very much. More later,’” said Ted. “Hurry and sign it, Phil.”
“Got your names down?” demanded the agent, poking his head through the door. “Good! Put the draft in the envelope I’ve addressed to Si and the letter of credit with it. That’s the stuff. Give it here, lively!”
And with a bound Andy started for the cab of the engine, which had just stopped, handing the envelope to the engineer with instructions to deliver it to the agent at Avon if he valued his job.
“Now perhaps you’ll act like a sane man and tell us what this is all about,” said Steve, as Andy returned to his station.
“I wanted to get that letter back to Si tonight, I told him I would.”
“What about the ‘beaut’ section?” asked Ted.
“It’s yours. We’ll go to it tomorrow. Si’s coming over himself by and by to see how you are getting along.”
“You boys have sure landed on your feet,” declared the foreman. “What else did Si say, Andy?”