"It's Steve Yeager, Mr. Threewit. I wanta see you."
"You've got all to-morrow to see me in, haven't you?"
"My business won't wait."
Grumbling, the producing director got up. Presently he opened the door and stood revealed in a dressing-gown over his pajamas.
"What do you want, my anxious friend?"
"We've been held up."
"Held up!" A slow grin spread over Threewit's fat good-natured face. "Well, I'll bet Mr. Holdup didn't get a mint off you lads."
"He didn't bother with us. It was the cattle he wanted. They've driven them across the line. At least, I reckon so."
Threewit woke up instantly. "That's different. Unload your story, Yeager."
The extra told it in six sentences.