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The moment the water had covered the zinc Alex opened his key. It worked strongly and sharply. "Thank God! Thank God!" said the superintendent, fervently. "Now, hurry, boy!" Already Alex was whirring off a string of letters. "Z, Z, Z, WS!" he called. "Qk! Qk! The line opened, and at the quick sharp dots that came Alex could not restrain a cry of triumph. "It works! I've got him," he exclaimed.
Before he had ceased speaking Alex had his cap over the light and was once more flashing an urgent "BX! BX! BX!" while below the foreigners looked on, now with an anxiety equal to that of the two on the tower. "BX! Qk! Qk!" flashed the lantern. The station light disappeared. "Got 'em!" cried Alex. "Just tell them first to stop Twenty at the Junction," said the foreman.
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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."
For a moment Alex stood speechless at this further calamity, then once more dashed for the station. To reach Zeisler, two miles west of the cut, was the only hope for the Mail. Rushing in to the instruments, he in feverish haste began calling "Z. Z, Z," he whirled. "Qk! There was no answer. Z heard him no more than did the despatcher. A feeling of despair settled upon the boy.
But in another moment the despatcher had recovered himself, and, springing back to the key, began madly calling Broken Gap. "B, B, B, X!" he called. "B, B, X! Qk! Qk!" Alex shot a glance at the clock, and leaned forward over the instruments, scarcely breathing. There was yet three minutes before the Overland was due at Broken Gap. But she did not stop there, and frequently passed ahead of time.
Saunders followed him. "IM, IM, IC, Qk! Qk!" clicked the sounder. "I, I, IM," came the response, and the two operators at Foothills listened closely. "A wild string of loaded ore cars just passed here," buzzed the instruments. "Were going forty miles an hour. They'll be down there in no time. If there's anything on the main line get it off. I can't raise X for orders."
"But what about a key, son?" said Mr. Orr. "This, for the moment," replied Jack, and simply resting his elbow on his knee, and tapping with the end of the wire against the brass binding-post, he began urgently calling. "HN, HN, HN!" he clicked. "HN, HN, HV! Rush! Qk! "Perhaps the wire is grounded between here and Hammerton," suggested his father breathlessly. "Anybody answer! Qk!" sent Jack.
"X, X, X," rapidly repeated the sounder, calling Exeter, the despatching office. "X, X, X! Qk!" Alex and Saunders looked at one another with a start. Several times the operator at Indian Canyon repeated the call, more urgently, then as hurriedly began calling Imken, the next station east of him. "There must be something wrong," declared Alex, stepping to the instrument table.
"BX," he flashed. The station lights streamed on. "Qk! Qk! BX, BX!" called Alex. His right hand tired, and he changed to the left. "Surely they should be on the lookout for me, and see it," he told himself. "For when I go fishing I am always home at " One of the station lights disappeared. Breathlessly Alex repeated his call, and waited. Was it merely some one pulling down a blind, or
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