"I don't wonder.

I hope he goes to sleep where he sits." Ten minutes later the receiver of one of the up the terminal station.
The operator broke in, sending back his response.

Then a telegram came, which he penned on paper.
"Mr.Reade," called the operator, "this is for you." Tom sat up, brushing his eyes, and read: "If you can spare time wish you would ride down track to point about two miles west of Miller's where brook crosses under roadbed.
Have something to show you that will interest you.

Nothing serious, but will fill you with wonder.

My men all along line report all safe and going well.