"Where's the nearest telegraph office?"
"Three miles below. You fellers waitin' to ketch a train for Catskill?"
"Yes. When will it be along?"
"It's due now."
"Does it stop here?"
"Yes, if it's signaled."
"How'll we flag it?"
"I'll do that for ye with the lantern. That's what I come up here for—to put out the lights an' do the flaggin'."
"Here's a piece of luck, anyhow, Matt," said McGlory. "We can go on to Catskill and do our telegraphing from there."