“Down the track about two miles!” panted the agent. “It’s being held up. Just got a wire.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Slim squinted at the agent. It might be a joke, but the man seemed in earnest. “Slim, that’s Steele, the biggest railroad man in this country; owns this —— railroad and more too. Can’t yuh go and help ’em?”
But Slim was halfway to the sorrel, running as fast as he could go. The agent ran back, opened his key and sent an assurance that help was coming.
“What are you kidding about?” demanded the operator at Mesquite City.
Swiftly the San Rego agent told him about the holdup. Mesquite City was the county seat.
“Shall I notify the sheriff?” asked Mesquite City.
The San Rego operator started in to tell him what to do, when the door opened behind him and Sadie came in. He glanced at her and turned back to his key.
“Dad, where is Slim going?” asked Sadie.
Dad broke off sending.