With a trained runner the cross-country style of running is suited for getting over long distances at fair speed.
Twenty minutes later young Prescott reached a farm house in which there was a telephone.

He asked permission to use the instrument.
"Go right in the parlor, and help yourself," replied the farmer's wife.
As Dick rang on, and stood waiting, transmitter at his ear, he first thought of calling for the police station.
"No, I won't, either," he muttered.

"This belongs to my paper.
Let them tip off the police.

Hello! Give me 'The Blade' office, Gridley, please." Dick waited patiently a few moments.

Then: "Hullo! 'The Blade ?' This is Prescott.