He reached for his receivers, ducked his head and adjusted them with one hand, and sent a call spitting tiny blue sparks from the key under his fingers.
He waited, repeating the call.

His blue eyes clouded with anxiety and he fumbled the adjustments, coaxing the current into perfect action before he called again.

Answer came, and Swan bent over the table, listening, his eyes fixed vacantly upon the opposite wall of the dugout.
Then, his fingers flexing delicately, swiftly, he sent the message that told how completely his big heart matched the big body: "Send doctor and trained nurse to Quirt ranch at once.

Send men to Bear Top Pass, intercept man with young woman, or come to rescue if he don't cross.

Have three men here with evidence to convict if we can save the girl who is valuable witness.