This is Saturday, and by the time I'd get to New York he couldn't be found anywhere; and anyhow, I wouldn't have time to deliver you at Hollis Creek and make this next train." "Don't mind about me," she urged.

"I could go to the train with you and Henry could take me back to Hollis Creek." "That's fine of you," returned Sam gratefully; "but it isn't the program at all.

I happen to know that Dickson stays in his office until one o'clock on Saturdays.

I'll get him by long distance." They were quite silent in calculation on the way to Hollis Creek, and Miss Josephine found herself pushing forward to help make the machine go faster.

Breathlessly she followed Sam into the house, and he obligingly left the door of the telephone booth ajar, so that she could hear his conversation with Dickson.
"Hello, Dickson," said Sam, when he got his connection.