None the less he handled the "Constance" as if she might have been a load of dynamite, and when the crew rebuked him, they did it in whispers and dumb show.
"Pshaw!" said the Atchison, Topeka, and Santa Fe men, discussing life later, "we weren't runnin' for a record.

Harvey Cheyne's wife, she were sick back, an' we didn't want to jounce her.

'Come to think of it, our runnin' time from San Diego to Chicago was 57.54.You can tell that to them Eastern way-trains.

When we're tryin' for a record, we'll let you know." To the Western man (though this would not please either city) Chicago and Boston are cheek by jowl, and some railroads encourage the delusion.

The Limited whirled the "Constance" into Buffalo and the arms of the New York Central and Hudson River (illustrious magnates with white whiskers and gold charms on their watch-chains boarded her here to talk a little business to Cheyne), who slid her gracefully into Albany, where the Boston and Albany completed the run from tide-water to tide-water--total time, eighty-seven hours and thirty-five minutes, or three days, fifteen hours and one half.