I knew I could.
I had often done it in wiring Mr.Scott's orders.

I knew just what to do, and so I began.

I gave the orders in his name, started every train, sat at the instrument watching every tick, carried the trains along from station to station, took extra precautions, and had everything running smoothly when Mr.Scott at last reached the office.
He had heard of the delays.

His first words were: "Well! How are matters ?" He came to my side quickly, grasped his pencil and began to write his orders.

I had then to speak, and timidly said: "Mr.Scott, I could not find you anywhere and I gave these orders in your name early this morning." "Are they going all right?
Where is the Eastern Express ?" I showed him the messages and gave him the position of every train on the line--freights, ballast trains, everything--showed him the answers of the various conductors, the latest reports at the stations where the various trains had passed.