"That's right. Get this message right through to Sabin. I'm not
going to wait for an answer. Tell him I'll stop at Apache for
further instructions."
With which the conductor was out again waving his lantern as a
signal for the train to start. Sheriff Collins and Major
Mackenzie had entered the office at his heels. They too had
messages to send, but it was not until the train was already
plunging into the night that the station agent read the yellow
slips they had left and observed that both of them went to the
same person.
"Lieutenant Bucky O'Connor, Douglas, Arizona," was the address he
read at the top of each. His comment serves to show the opinion
generally in the sunburned territory respecting one of its
citizens.
"You're wise guys, gents, both of yez. This is shure a case for
the leftenant. It's send for Bucky quick when the band begins to
play," he grinned.
Sitting down, he gave the call for Tucson, preparatory to
transmitting the conductor's message to the division
superintendent. His fingers were just striking the first tap when
a silken voice startled him.
"One moment, friend. No use being in a hurry.
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