“Yes, sir,” answered the boy, springing up.
“Come here.”
The tones were short, sharp and incisive.
“Sit down here alongside of me.”
Vance obeyed this order with military promptness.
“When can you start for Omaha?”
“Sir!” said the boy, almost speechless from amazement.
“I asked you when you could leave for Omaha?” repeated the operator, brusquely.
“By the eight o’clock train in the morning, if you particularly wish it,” answered the astonished lad.
“Very well; make your arrangements to that effect. Now, Vance, I want to speak to you. Heretofore I have always closed my dealings with the elevator people through Mr. Vyce. For reasons which I need not discuss with you I am going to send you to do the business for me this time.”