He looked sort of scared, and said he
didn't want to see no fight. And then Dad says, 'I guess you mean you
don't want no fighters to see you.' Dad didn't mean no harm by it,
just passed it as a joke; but Mr. Carleton, as he calls himself, got
white as a ghost an' says, 'I'll go to the fight willing enough,' and
begins to laugh and joke. And this morning he went right into the bar-
room, where all the sports were setting, and said he was going into
town to see some friends; and as he starts off he laughs an' says,
'This don't look as if I was afraid of seeing people, does it?' but
Dad says it was just bluff that made him do it, and Dad thinks that if
he hadn't said what he did, this Mr. Carleton wouldn't have left his
room at all."
Gallegher had got all he wanted, and much more than he had hoped for--
so much more that his walk back to the station was in the nature of a
triumphal march.
He had twenty minutes to wait for the next train, and it seemed an
hour. While waiting he sent a telegram to Hefflefinger at his hotel.
It read: "Your man is near the Torresdale station, on Pennsylvania
Railroad; take cab, and meet me at station. Wait until I come.
GALLEGHER."
With the exception of one at midnight, no other train stopped at
Torresdale that evening, hence the direction to take a cab.
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