Crawford slapped an open hand on his thigh. "Say, you get the best ideas, son. We'll do just that."
"I'll check up and make sure Graham's going on the flyer," said the young man. "If we fall down we'll lose only a day. Come back when we meet the night train. I reckon we won't have to get tickets clear through to Omaha."
"Fine and dandy," agreed West. "We'll sure see Graham if we have to bust the door of his car."
CHAPTER XXX
ON THE FLYER
West, his friends not in evidence, artfully waylaid Graham on his way to the private car.
"Hello, Henry B. Sorry I couldn't see you yesterday," the railroad builder told West as they shook hands. "You taking this tram?"
"Yes, sir. Got business takes me East."
"Drop in to see me some time this morning. Say about noon. You'll have lunch with me."
"Suits me. About noon, then," agreed West.