"That'll do to tell. 'Can't get the cars!' What sort of a railroad have they got up there?"
"Max, here, can tell you about that, I guess," said Peterson.
"It's the G.&M.," said the lumber checker. "That's enough for any one who's lived in Michigan. It ain't much good."
"How long have they kept 'em waiting for the cars?"
"How long is it, Max?" asked Peterson.
"Let's see. It was two weeks ago come Tuesday."
"Sure?"
"Yes. We got the letter the same day the red-headed man came here. His hair was good and red." Max laughed broadly at the recollection. "He came into the office just as we was reading it."
"Oh, yes. My friend, the walking delegate."
"What's that?" Bannon snapped the words out so sharply that Peterson looked at him in slow surprise.