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"But I was too late to protect her; and I should probably have been shot myself if I had tried to." "Was the brute arrested?" "Arrested! Who arrests anybody in this town?" "How long is this sort of thing going on?" asked Bucks, sitting down and signing a transfer. "How long!" echoed the despatcher, taking up his hat to go to his room. "I don't know how long.
He reported to the despatcher, and an answer came instantly. "Stanley should be within five miles. How close are they?" "Less than half a mile." "Have you got a gun?" Bucks wired, "Yes." "Can you use it?" "Expect I'll have to." "Shoot the minute they get within range. Never mind whether you hit anybody, bang away. What are they doing?" Bucks ran around the room to look.
On some roads weather reports are sent in every hour. In view of all this, I think it is not too much to say, that the eyes of the despatcher see everything on the road.
The copy operator is generally the man next for promotion to a despatcher's trick, and his relations with his chief must be entirely harmonious. The working force in a well regulated despatcher's office consists of the chief despatcher, three trick despatchers, and two copy operators, with the various call boys and messengers.
"That, Miss Ross, is a very serious offense. A delay of fifty minutes to any train is bad enough, but when it happens to a through freight it is the worst possible. Then you say you were at the hotel for lunch. The order book shows that the despatcher called you from two A. M. until two-fifty A. M. Isn't that rather an unearthly hour to be going out to lunch?
"No," said the despatcher, lifting his head; "I have to say to you, sir, that I have never knowingly neglected my duty. I have not conspired. I have been misjudged and misunderstood; and in conclusion, I would say that my resignation shall be written at once." Returning to his desk, Jewett found the long-looked-for letter from Springfield. How his heart beat as he broke the seal!
Tears of fury coursed down his cheeks as he saw in the distance the murdered man lying motionless on the sand beside the track, and with shaking fingers he reported the death to Medicine Bend. "The relief train has started," answered the despatcher, "with Stanley, Scott, Sublette, Dancing, and a hundred men."
"Well, what do you think of the river, Ward?" inquired the chief night despatcher as Alex entered the despatching-room. "It looks rather bad, sir, doesn't it. Do you think the bridge is quite safe?" "Quite. It has been through several worse floods than this. It's as strong as the hills," the despatcher affirmed.
If "B" did not answer the call immediately The whir of "B's" was interrupted, and slowly and deliberately came an "I, I, B." Alex leaped in his chair, and again strained forward tensely. "Has 68 passed?" hurled the despatcher. "Just coming." "Stop her! Flag her! Qk! Qk!" The line opened, as though "B" was about to make a reply, then smartly closed again. "Stop her! Stop her!" repeated "X."
And when he reappeared after sending the message which notified the despatcher of the train's safe arrival and of the capture of the two bandits, he was surprised and speechlessly confused by having pressed upon him by the enthusiastic passengers an impromptu purse of seventy-five dollars. Later in the afternoon Alex was called to the wire by Jack, at Hammerton.
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