Part 25 (2/2)

”Fairly well. I knew it better when I lived here.”

”Do you happen to know this gentleman?” handing Brockway a card with a name written across it.

”Yes; very well, indeed.”

”Then I wish you'd come and help me find him. I've been out in a cab once, and the driver got lost. Will you do it?”

”With pleasure, if you'll get me back here quick. I have an engagement that can't be put off.”

They ran out through the building and took a carriage. ”Just get me to the house,” said the collegian, ”and you can come straight away back in the cab,” but beyond this he offered no explanations, and Brockway gave the order to the driver.

When they reached the house in question, Fleetwell rang the bell, and the answer from within seemed to be satisfactory. ”All right,” he called back from the doorway; and a few minutes later Brockway was again on the station platform, watching the non-committal windows of the private car.

It was while the pa.s.senger agent was up-town with Fleetwell that President Vennor went to the despatcher's room. The result of his visit may be told in the words of a terse order which presently clicked through the sounder in the yardmaster's office.

”J. H. M.,

”Denver Yard.

”Send out Car Naught-fifty, President Vennor and party, on Number 103, ten-five this P.M.

”A. F. V.”

Of this Brockway knew nothing, and he haunted the vicinity of the spur-track with great patience for the better part of two hours. At nine-forty-five, Fleetwell and the ladies returned. They were all laughing and chatting gayly, and when they entered the car, Brockway gave up his vigil. It was too late to hope for a private interview with Mr. Vennor, and he concluded to go over to the Tadmor to see if his people were settled for the night.

Pa.s.sing the telegraph office, he asked if there were any messages. There was one; the much requested extension of the gadfly's ticket; and thrusting it into his pocket, the pa.s.senger agent hurried across to the special sleeper.

Two minutes afterward, a switching-engine ran around on the spur-track, b.u.mped gently against the Naught-fifty, and presently backed out into the yard with the private car in tow.

XXV

WESTWARD HO!

When Brockway boarded the Tadmor, most of the thirty-odd had gone to bed; but a committee of three was waiting in the smoking-room on the chance that the pa.s.senger agent would put in an appearance before the departure of the night train for the west. The little gentleman in the gra.s.s-cloth duster and velvet skull-cap was chairman of this committee, and he stated its object.

”We've been trying to make you more trouble, Mr. Brockway,” he said, pleasantly. ”Before the others went to bed, we discussed the advisability of leaving Denver to-night, instead of in the morning. It would give us an extra day in Salt Lake City, and that is what most of us would like. Can it be done?”

Brockway glanced at his watch and answered promptly. ”It'll take sharp work; the train leaves in ten minutes. I'll try it, but if I make it, I can't go with you. My hand-baggage is at the hotel, and there's no time to send for it.”

Ordinarily, the amendment would have killed the original proposition; but Mr. Somers saw that in Brockway's eyes which made him hasten to forestall argument.

”I was afraid of that,” he said; ”but it can't be helped. Of course, we'd like to have you with us, but I believe the extra day is of greater importance.”

Brockway made a dumb show expressive of his grat.i.tude. ”All right; then I'll bid you all good-by, and get you out to-night, if I can.”

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