That is why Casey waited until noon before his Irish stubbornness yielded a bit and he decided to wire me to come.

He had to slip the wire out by the underground method--meaning the good will of the trusty.

It cost Casey ten dollars, but he didn't grudge that.
He spent that afternoon and most of the night mentally calling the trusty a liar and a thief because there was no reply to the message.

As a matter of fact, the trusty sent the wire through as quickly as possible and the fault was mine if any one's.

I was too busy hurrying to the rescue to think about sending Casey word that I was coming.
Casey said afterwards that my thoughtlessness would be cured for life if I were ever locked in jail and waiting for news.
As it happened, I wired the Little Woman that Casey was in jail again, and caught the first train to San "Berdoo"-- coming down by way of Barstow.