Perhaps the officers ought all to be boys." "Look here, Kate," said Harry; and he stopped as he spoke, "I'm not going to have anybody else as Treasurer.

If you resign that office I'll smash the company!" Of course, after that there was nothing more to be said, and Kate remained Treasurer of the Crooked Creek Telegraph Company.
Before very long, of course, she heard the particulars of George Purvis's resignation.

She did not say much about it, but she was very glad that it was not Harry who had been whipped.
The next morning, quite early--the birds and the negroes had been up some time, but everybody in Mr.Loudon's house was still sleeping soundly--Harry, who had a small room at the front of the house, was awakened by the noise of a horse galloping wildly up to the front gate, and by hearing his name shouted out at the top of a boy's voice.
The boy was Tom Selden, and he shouted: "Oh, Harry! Harry Loudon! Hello, there! The telegraph things have come!" Harry gave one bound.

He jerked on his clothes quicker than you could say the multiplication table, and he rushed down stairs and into the front yard.
It was actually so! The instruments and batteries and everything, all packed up in boxes--Tom couldn't say how many boxes--had come by a late train, and Mr.Lyons had sent word over to his house last night, and he had been over there this morning by daybreak and had seen one of the boxes, and it was directed, all right, to the Crooked Creek Telegraph Company, and-- There was a good deal more intelligence, it appeared, but it wasn't easy to make it out, for Harry was asking fifty questions, and Kate was calling out from one of the windows, and Dick Ford and half-a-dozen other negro boys were running up and shouting to each other that the things had come.

Mr.Loudon came out to see what all the excitement was about, and he had to be told everything by Tom and Harry, both at once; and Rob and Blinks were barking, and there was hubbub enough.
Harry shouted to one of the boys to saddle Selim, and when the horse was brought around in an incredibly short time--four negroes having clapped on his saddle and bridle--Harry ran into the house to get his hat; but just as he had bounced out again, his mother appeared at the front door.
"Harry!" she cried, "you're not going off without your breakfast!" "Oh, I don't want any breakfast, mother," he shouted.
"But you cannot go without your breakfast.