The operator kindly offered to send a service message, as it is called, desiring the Harkville office to report on the matter. Harkville replied in due time. The message to "A. W. Kull" was delivered at his residence. Why it was not answered the telegraph people did not know, of course.
During the afternoon the boys also met Chief Fobes. With his stick under his arm, he leaned against a railing at the Bank building, eating peanuts.
"Nothin' doin'," was his reply to their inquiry. "Ain't likely to be," he added, discouragingly. "It ain't our luck, somehow. It may be here or any place around here that something will happen, but of course the gentry don't stay in these smaller places, and it's always in the bigger towns that they're nabbed if they don't get away altogether."
"Oh, yes, I see," said Billy Worth, but when he and Paul had walked on, he remarked: "No, it is not Mr. Fobes' luck to catch anything. I reckon he banks more on luck than he does on work, though."