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O'Neill clutched the order book, but Glover looked at Morris Blood

With the water trickling fro

his ard with sleep,

leaning over O'Neill's shoulder A towel stuffed into his left hand

was clasped forgotten at his waist From the east roo into the archway Above the

little group at the table the clock ticked O'Neill, in a frenzy, half

rose out of his chair, but Morris Blood, putting his hand on the

despatcher's shoulder, forced hione," cried the frantic one"

"Not yet, Garry Try Fort Rucker for the Special"

"There's no night , the day e"

"This isn't lodge night," said Blood

"For God's sake, how can you get hihts he sleeps downstairs by the ticket-office stove I

spent a night with him once and slept on his cot If he is in the

ticket-office you may be able to wake him--he may be awake The

Special can't pass there for ten minutes yet Don't stare at me Call

Rucker, hard"

O'Neill seized the key and tried to sound the Rucker call Again and

again he attempted it and sent wild The man that could hold a hundred