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Nor was there any nearer town, large enough to support a night telegraph-office, where he could expect a message to be received in season to reach him. He thanked the operator for his suggestions, and returned sorrowfully to the train, to pass a night of suffering, from which his short snatches of sleep gave him little relief. Poor fellow!
Without even halting to lock the door as he fled from the place Garrison hastened pell-mell to the telegraph-office, on the entrance floor of the building, and filed the following despatch: JAMES PIKE, Branchville, N. Y.: Get Will Barnes on train, headed for my office, soon as possible. As he stepped in the elevator to return to his floor, he found Tuttle in the corner of the car.
Then Faiz Ullah took blankets, quilts, and coverlets where he found them, and lay down under them at his master's side, and bound his arms with a tent-rope, and filled him with a horrible stew of herbs, and set the policeman to fight him when he wished to escape from the intolerable heat of his coverings, and shut the door of the telegraph-office to keep out the curious for two nights and one day; and when a light engine came down the line, and Hawkins kicked in the door, Scott hailed him weakly but in a natural voice, and Faiz Ullah stood back and took all the credit.
He went to the telegraph-office and sent a cablegram. Wentworth received the message in London the next morning. It read: 'We are cheated. Longworth has the option on the mine in his own name. When George Wentworth received this message, he read it several times over before its full meaning dawned upon him. Then he paced up and down his room, and gave way to his feelings.
Then an old wizened fellow, a haji from his green turban showing he had seen Mecca, came up and they conversed. Green Turban was plainly lamenting. He pointed to our ship, to the telegraph-office, to a squad of Gurkhas marching past wearing their ration baskets as hats, and threw up his hands. The fat café proprietor shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the bazaar. His argument was plain.
In the afternoon, with covert glances out of the window, she kept indoors and tried to put her mind on practical things: the arrangements with her landlord for cancelling the lease; the packing and shipping of furniture. At last, on a sudden impulse, she said to herself that she would go and meet David as he came home from school and call at the telegraph-office.
"To the telegraph-office!" cried the crowd. Barbicane descended into the street, and, heading the immense assemblage, he went towards the telegraph-office. A few minutes afterwards a telegram was on its way to the underwriters at Liverpool, asking for an answer to the following questions: "What sort of vessel is the Atlanta? When did she leave Europe?
I am going to send a telegram." They retraced their steps in silence. As they entered the telegraph-office Andrew was just leaving, and the postmistress was wishing him a respectful farewell. He touched his hat as the two entered, and stepped on one side. Jeanne, however, held out her hand. "Mr. Andrew," she said, "I am so glad to see you. I want to go out again in that great punt of yours.
'Then, will you write a cablegram that can be sent away at once, asking him to wait at the telegraph-office until he receives a further message from you? 'Yes, I can do that; but what good will it do? 'Never mind that; perhaps it will do no good. I am going to try to make it worth doing. Meanwhile remember, if I succeed, John Kenyon must never know the particulars of this transaction.
The argument was good enough as far as it went, but, like many more, failed from the narrowness of its premises, the contingent intervention of Dare being entirely undreamt of. It was altogether a fatal miscalculation, which cost him dear. Passing by the telegraph-office in the Rue Pont-Neuf at an early hour the next morning he saw Dare coming out from the door.
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