I'll take you there, sir," offered Tom, after pointing.
"Still it won't do any good, Mr.Newnham, to think of telegraphing." "Not do us any good ?" echoed the other, aghast.

"What nonsense are you talking, Reade?
If we are hindered the feet of our having wired to the governor of the state will be our first proof of having appealed to the state for protection.

Can't you see that, Reade ?" The pair now turned in at the operator's tent.
"Operator," said Reade, to the young man seated before the keys on a table, "this gentleman man is President Newnham, of the S.B.

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Send any messages that he dictates." "Get Denver on the wire," commanded Mr.Newnham.

"Hustle!" Click-click-click! rattled the sounder.
"It won't do a particle of good," Tom uttered calmly.