Spirited tale in which a 17 year old telegraph operator has all manner of adventures at "the end of the track" while serving a party of surveyors engaged in laying out the Union Pacific Railway over the crest of the Rockies.
get killed, in advance, you will learn the same thing in the same way I learned it. Where are your blamed batteries?"
"Bill, you are all right."
"I am, am I?"
"First help me enter these way-bills and check up the express packages so I can deliver them to this mob."
"My business isn't checking up express; but I like you, young fellow, so, go ahead. Only you talk too much."
"Just a moment!"
At these words coming from the other end of the office, the lineman and the operator looked around. The military-looking man and his companion had entered the room unobserved and stood at the counter listening to the colloquy between the Eastern boy and the plainsman--for neither of the two were more than boys. Dancing saluted the new-comers. "It's Colonel Stanley and Bob Scott," he exclaimed.
Bucks walked forward. Stanley handed him a message. "You are the night operator? Here is a despatch for General Park. Get it out for me right away, will you?"
Dancing came forwar