"As far as it goes.

That was a coward's act---to have a fellow's hands tied before daring to hit him." Black's face now turned livid with passion.
"Lift the fool to his feet, if he wants to stand," ordered Black savagely.

"He's trying to make me waste my time talking to him.
Operator, call up Brewster's and ask if he held the train as ordered by wire." "Oho!" thought Tom.

"So that's your trick?
You have the wire in your control, and you're sending supposed train orders holding the train at a station so that it can't get through You're a worse scoundrel than I thought!" Off at the edge of the brush, on the inner side, a telegraph instrument had been set up on a barrel.

From the instrument a wire ran toward the track.
In another moment the sounder of the sender was clicking busily.
There was a pause, then the answer came back: Click-click-click-clickety-click! The operator, a seedy-looking fellow over whose whole appearance was written the word "worthless," swung a lantern so that the light fell on a pad of paper before him.