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There was little chance for him to say anything for some time, so eager were the boys in their greeting of him. "Well, you're all here!" said he at length, breaking away to shake hands with Alex and Moise, who smiled very happily also, now coming up the bank. "How have they done, Alex?" "Fine!" said the old hunter. "Couldn't have been better!" "This was good boys, all right," affirmed Moise.
At the next pull the piece came free. The next moment Alex was sitting on the cot-end, sawing at the rope with the sharp edge of the broken glass. To his disappointment, the edge, though sharp to the feel, did not cut into the closely-woven and seasoned twine as he had expected. Vigorously he sawed away, however, and at last found that the extemporized knife was taking hold.
He was a pathetic reminder of the old days when, single-handed, he had run down Soapy Smith and his gang days when the going of Stampede Smith to new fields meant a stampede behind him, and when his name was mentioned in the same breath with those of George Carmack, and Alex McDonald, and Jerome Chute, and a hundred men like Curley Monroe and Joe Barret set their compasses by his.
"U-m-m-m," answered Downey. "I was thinkin' more of, maybe, bringin' in Alex Thumb for murder." A week later Murchison accompanied Wentworth upon a ten-day trip, during the course of which they visited the proposed mill site, the McNabb holdings, and a great part of the available pulp-wood territory adjoining.
These copies were distributed at noon, while the Team was lunching, along with carbons of the original type-script. He was the first to leave the table, going directly to the basement, where Alex Unpronounceable and the man who had got his alias from the works of P. G. Wodehouse were listening in on the telephone calls going in and out through the Team-center switch-board, and making recordings.
Triumphantly Alex turned toward the prisoner, and held the hand with the knife and shaving before him. "Does this help you to recall what K. & Z. means?" he asked. "Recall? I don't " "See these two little ridges on the shaving? See these two little nicks in the blade?" With a hoarse cry the man flung himself backward, and bound as he was, began struggling like a madman.
Alex Porter lived on the next farm to Billy Adams, and being a lady of some leisure, she usually managed to get in on most of the 'phone conversations. Billy Adams' calls were very seldom overlooked by her, for she was on the other side of politics, and it was always well to know what was going on.
And an hour later Alex's father and mother, anxiously awaiting him at the station, discovered his approach carried at the head of a sort of triumphal procession of the entire gang of trackmen. When Alex's father the following morning reported the occurrence to the chief despatcher, that official called Alex to the wire to congratulate him personally.
But the next moment, before Alex had completed a second answer, the red light disappeared. Alex again shot forth the gleaming "I, I, KX!" and in blinking response they read: "Chased out of station. Two men. Wire cut. Something wrong. Help! "OK. But we are three miles from the train. Hunting. Will we come, or go back for help?" signalled Alex. There was a pause, and the red light blinked, "Come!
Wayland clapped noiselessly. "Good for auntie!" he whispered to Charlotte. "I really don't remember Marion's saying she was a cousin of Miss Carpenter," said Alex. "Perhaps we jumped to the conclusion." Mrs. Millard's lips were parted to reply when an exclamation from Miss Virginia caused all eyes to turn toward the door.
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