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curling hair if he could only rouse the tired man from his dreamless

sleep Even Blood's own efforts to rouse hilared helplessly, sank back and closed in

stupor Glover grew desperate, and lifting Morris to his feet, dragged

hi the key, was looking on fro ainst the

door-jamb, Garry," cried Glover; "by the Eternal, I'll wake hi water-cooler, cast away the top, seized the tank like

a bucket, and dashed a full stream of ice-water into Morris Blood's

face

"Great God, what's the matter? Who is this? Glover? What? Give me a

towel, somebody"

The spell was broken Glover explained, O'Neill ran back to the key,

and Blood in anotherover the nervous despatcher

The superintendent's ic current

before him, listened, cast up, recollected, considered, decided for and

against every chance At that moment Red Desert answered No breath

interrupted the faint clicks that reported on Extra 81 O'Neill looked

up in agony as the sounder spelled the words: "Extra 81 went by at

305" The superintendent and the despatcher looked at the clock; it

read 309