Another telegram arrived: "Mr.
Gale, the superintendent of railroad, will send you in an extra train.

Go immediately to the depot!" We gathered up our traps from the hotel floor and sofa, and hurled them at the satchel.

They would not go in.

We put a collar in our hat, and the shaving apparatus in our coat pocket; got on the satchel with both feet, and declared the thing should go shut if it split everything between Indianapolis and Dayton.

Arriving at the depot, the train was ready.