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Callahan waved his hand "I've got to have track there by to-ot to dump a hundred cars of rock in there before we shall have

anything to lay track on; and I've got to pick the rock up all the way

froether to the station

When the night grew too dark for Callahan he had but one higher

thought--Bucks Bucks was five hundred miles away at McCloud, but he

already had the particulars and aiting at a key ready to take up

the trouble of his favorite division Callahan at the wire in Sleepy

Cat told his story, and Bucks at the other end listened and asked

questions He listened to every detail of the disaster, to the cold

hard figures of Agnew's esti could alter, jot or

tittle--and to Callahan's despairing question as to how he could

possibly save the unlooked-for avalanche of fruit

For some time after the returns were in, Bucks was silent; silent so

long that the copper-haired man twisted in his chair, looked vacantly

around the office and chewed a cigar into strings Then the sounder at

his hand clicked He recognized Bucks sending in the three words

lightly spelled on his ear and juned off What galvanized Callahan was that the

words were so si, and so easy "Why didn't I

think of that?" groaned Callahan,but a redheaded Irishenius It never showed ht, than when he received the three words, "Send for Glover"