"
He dashed into the living room, and she heard him calling frantically
into the telephone.
"At last!" she murmured, and crept down the stairs, pausing behind
the heavy portieres at the entrance to the living room.
"That you, Poundstone?" she heard him saying rapidly into the
transmitter. "Pennington speaking. Young Bryce Cardigan is behind
that N.C.O. outfit, and it's a logging-road and not intended to build
through to Grant's Pass at all. Cardigan and Ogilvy are at Water and
B streets this very instant with a gang of fifty men cutting in a
jump-crossing of my line, curse them! They'll have it in by six
o'clock to-morrow morning if something isn't done--and once they get
it in, the fat's in the fire.
"Telephone the chief of police and order him to take his entire force
down there, if necessary, and stop that work. To blazes with that
temporary franchise! You stop that work for two hours, and I'll do
the rest. Tell the chief of police not to recognize that temporary
franchise. He can be suspicious of it, can't he, and refuse to let
the work go on until he finds you? And you can be hard to find for
two hours, can you not? Delay, delay, man! That's all I want... Yes,
yes, I understand. You get down about daylight and roast the chief of
police for interfering, but in the meantime!.
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