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Post No. 2 repeated this cry, and so it went around. One evening when our anxiety as to Atlanta was wrought to the highest pitch, one of the guards sang out: "Post numbah foah half past eight o'clock and Atlanta's gone t-o hell." The heart of every man within hearing leaped to his mouth. We looked toward each other, almost speechless with glad surprise, and then gasped out: "Did 'you hear THAT?"
"P-l-e-a-s-e, s-i-r, I d-i-d-n't t-r-y t-o d-o i-t," I falter, in a weak, gasping voice that brings tears to the eyes of the assembled officers and melts the captain's heart, so that he is already wavering between justice and mercy when a local wheelman comes gallantly to the rescue, and explains my natural ignorance of Cleveland's city laws, and I breathe the joyous air of freedom once again.
The wire again clicked open, and slowly, in the same heavy hand, the mystified and then amazed despatcher read: "H-E-L-P H-E-L-D U-P A-F-T-E-R G-O-L-D T-I-E-D T-O T-A-B-L-E G-O-T D-R-O-P O-N H-I-M M-A-K-I-N-G H-I-M S-E-N-D B." The despatcher grasped his key. "Good boy! Good boy!" he hurled back. "Keep it up for twenty-five minutes and we'll get help to you.
Once she gave six cards in succession correctly. It was no different with word experiments. The printed word at which the sister and I looked was stall; she spelled E S-T-O A-R I L-L. And when the word was steam, she spelled L S-N K T-O A E-A-M; when it was glass, S G-L-R A-S. Whenever a letter was wrong, she was told so and was allowed a second or a third choice, but never more than three.
Post No. 2 repeated this cry, and so it went around. One evening when our anxiety as to Atlanta was wrought to the highest pitch, one of the guards sang out: "Post numbah foah half past eight o'clock and Atlanta's gone t-o hell." The heart of every man within hearing leaped to his mouth. We looked toward each other, almost speechless with glad surprise, and then gasped out: "Did 'you hear THAT?"
Desmond varied the call: "O-K-E-W-O-O-D T-O B-A-R-L-I-N-G" he flashed. He repeated the call twice and was spelling it out for the third time when Desmond saw the "Buzzer" raise his head. The whistling broke off short. "O-k-e-w-o-o-d t-o B-a-r-l-i-n-g" flickered the light. The next moment the bedroom opposite was plunged in darkness.
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