Do you hear, it's Jerrie.

Bring me some paper, quick, and don't stand staring at me as if I were a lunatic.

It's Jerrie who needs me.' Charles brought the paper, on which his master wrote: 'Coming on the wings of the wind, Yours respectfully, 'ARTHUR TRACY.' In less than half an hour this singular message was flying along the wires across the continent, and within a few hours Arthur was following it as fast as the steam horse could take him..