The three chairs straightened up, and they, too, bent toward the key.

The boy wrote rapidly, but the clicking did not go on long.

When it ceased he straightened up with his finished message in his hand.

His face was flushed and his eyes still shining.

He folded the paper and handed it to Dick.
"It's for you, Mr.Mason," he said.
Dick unfolded it and read aloud: "Colonel John D.Newcomb: "Congratulations on your success and fine management of your troops.
Victory worth much to us.