Out of the station came Mr.Newnham, waving a telegram.
"Our first train, with passengers, has just left the station at Brand's Ranch junction, a hundred and ten miles away," shouted the president of the road.

"The train should be here long before ten o'clock." From the crowd a cheer greeted the announcement.
"There's nothing left but to wait to win," continued Mr.Newnham.
Five hundred voices in the crowd cheered the announcement.

A group of five Denver politicians smiled sardonically.
Tom pushed his way gently through the crowd, glancing inside the station.

There was no one there, save an operator.

Closing the door behind him, Tom crossed to a seat and sank wearily upon it.
Here he sat for some minutes, to be discovered by the telegraph operator when the latter came out to light the lamps in the waiting room.
"Mr.Reade is all in, I guess," thought the operator.