“But how does it help? I know if we could get in touch with Sicamous we could stop it ... but from a moving train.... One of these pocket wireless sets would be very handy just now.”
“Got it,” shouted Gatineau.
“Got what, you little train jumper?” said a large, genial man coming into the saloon.
The little detective all but leaped at the superintendent.
“Walt, have you a train telegraph set in this car?” he cried.
“Good Lord!” said Walt. “What’s the joke?”
“I’m asking—have you?”
“Of course I have,” said Walt. “What’s the answer?”
He didn’t get an answer. Instead, Gatineau swung round on Clement with a great laugh. “We’ve got ’em. Walt, here, will stop the train.”
“Walt, here, will be asked to do it first. Then he’ll think about it,” said Walt, with just that tinge of asperity that showed he had not been too neatly handled. Gatineau noticed that tone in a flash.