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"Nine-forty-six." "That gives me fifteen minutes. Can I make it?" "Not afoot, and you ain't likely to catch a car. I'll drive you down. I've got the fastest mare in Pottawatomie County." The fact that the G. & M. had been rescued from its poverty and was about to be "developed" was made manifest in Blake City by the modern building which the railroad was erecting on the main street.
"Nine-forty-six." "That gives me fifteen minutes. Can I make it?" "Not afoot, and you ain't likely to catch a car. I'll drive you down. I've got the fastest mare in Pottawatomie County." The fact that the G.&M. had been rescued from its poverty and was about to be "developed" was made manifest in Blake City by the modern building which the railroad was erecting on the main street.
What you doing here? "Waiting for a train. We lost our way last night and only got here this morning." "Why didn't you take the seven-o'clock then?" "We didn't know about it until it was too late. We were getting some breakfast at a restaurant down the street there. We're going to take the nine-forty-six." "The nine-forty-six is an express to New York, son. What's your name? And what's his?"
Clint nodded and four rather sad-looking rings of pastry appeared. It was still only a quarter past seven and, since they could not continue their journey before nine-forty-six, they consumed the crullers and their second cups of coffee more leisurely.
"They said there was one at nine-forty-six," replied Clint, "but this this officer says it doesn't stop at Brimfield." "We'll soon find out, boys." The Chief consulted a time-table and nodded. "Brimfield at ten-fifteen." He looked at the big clock on the wall. "Seven-forty-five," he muttered. "I guess we can make it." He put the receiver to his ear once more. "Operator? Wharton, 137-M, please.
"I guess we couldn't get the seven-twelve," said Amy, glancing at the clock. "The other would be all right." "I ain't sure if that one stops at Brimfield, though. Say, Pete, does the nine-forty-six stop at Brimfield?" "No," replied a man at another table. "Express to New York." "You're wrong," volunteered a third. "It runs accommodation from here on Sundays." "That's so," agreed the other.
After that they drifted in by ones and twos quite fast. The boys gathered that the newcomers were men employed at the railway yards nearby, and presently Amy questioned one who was reading a paper at the next table. "Can you tell us when we can get a train for Brimfield?" he asked. "Brimfield? Yes, there's one at seven-twelve and one at nine-forty-six."
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