"Well, never mind. I'll watch him. But you worry Blaney. He's a little
rattled now,--I reckon McNally's soaked him,--and if you're careful you
ought to find out something. I want to know just how they've fixed it."

Bridge nodded.

"I'll keep an eye on him."

"Well,"--Jim rose,--"I've got a train to catch. Good-by."

He drove rapidly to the station; the agent hurried toward him as he pulled
up at the platform.

"I only got your message this minute, Mr. Weeks," he said; "there isn't a
car in the yards."

"What's that?" Jim looked at his watch. "Got an engine?"

"Only the switch engine."

"I'll take that."

The agent hesitated.

"You wouldn't get through before next week," he said. "There's a couple of
passenger engines in the roundhouse, but they ain't fired."

The telegraph operator leaned out of the window and broke into the
conversation.