Cullen," he said. "I was told that this was Mr. Gordon"s car, and I wish to see him."
"I am Mr. Gordon."
"You are travelling with Mr. Cullen?" he inquired, with a touch of suspicion in his manner.
"No," I answered. "My special is the next car, and I was merely enjoying a cigar here."
"Ah!" said Mr. Camp. "Then I won"t interrupt your smoke, and will only relieve you of those letters of mine."
I took a good pull at my cigar, and blew the smoke out in a cloud slowly to gain time. "I don"t think I follow you," I said.
"I understand that you have in your possession three letters addressed to me."
"I have," I a.s.sented.
"Then I will ask you to deliver them to me."
"I can"t do that."
"Why not?" he challenged. "They"re my property."
I produced the Postmaster-General"s telegram and read it to him.
"Why, this is infamous!" Mr. Camp cried. "What use will those letters be after the eighteenth? It"s a conspiracy."
"I can only obey instructions," I said.
"It shall cost you your position if you do," Mr. Camp threatened.
As I"ve already said, I haven"t a good temper, and when he told me that I couldn"t help retorting,--
"That"s quite on a par with most G. S. methods."
"I"m not speaking for the G. S., young man," roared Mr. Camp. "I speak as a director of the Kansas & Arizona. What is more, I will have those letters inside of twenty-four hours."
He made an angry exit, and I said to Fred, "I wish you would stroll about and spy out the proceedings of the enemy"s camp. He may telegraph to Washington, and if there"s any chance of the Postmaster-General revoking his order I must go back to Flagstaff on No. 4 this afternoon."
"He sha"n"t do anything that I don"t know about till he goes to bed," Fred promised. "But how the deuce did he know that you had those letters?"
That was just what we were all puzzling over, for only the occupants of No. 218 and myself, so far as I knew, were in a position to let Mr. Camp hear of that fact.
As Fred made his exit he said, "Don"t tell Madge that there is a new complication, for the dear girl has had worries enough already."
Miss Cullen not rejoining us, and Lord Ralles presently doing so, I went to my own car, for he and I were not good furniture for the same room. Before I had been there long, Fred came rushing in.
"Camp and Baldwin have been in consultation with a lawyer," he said, "and now the three have just boarded those cars," pointing out the window at the branch-line train that was to leave for Phoenix in two minutes.
"You must go with them," I urged, "and keep us informed as to what they do, for they evidently are going to set the law on us, and the G. S. has always owned the Territorial judges, so they"ll stretch a point to oblige them."
"Have I time to fill a bag?"
"Plenty," I a.s.sured him, and, going out, I ordered the train held till I should give the word.
"What does it all mean?" asked Miss Cullen, joining me.
I laughed, and replied, "I"m doing a braver thing even than your party did; I"m holding up a train all by my lonesome."
"But my brother came dashing in just now and said he was starting for Phoenix."
"Let her go," I called to the conductor, as Fred jumped aboard; and the train pulled out.
"I hope there"s nothing wrong?" Madge questioned, anxiously.
"Nothing to worry over," I laughed. "Only a little more fun for our money. By the way, Miss Cullen," I went on, to avoid her questions, "if you have your letters ready, and will let me have them at once, I can get them on No. 4, so that they"ll go East to-night."
Miss Cullen blushed as if I had said something I ought not to have, and stammered, "I--I changed my mind, and--that is--I didn"t write them, after all."
"I beg your pardon,--I ought to have known; I mean, it"s very natural," I faltered and stuttered, thinking what a dunce I had been not to understand that both hers and Lord Ralles"s letters had been only a pretext to get away from the rest of us.
My blundering apology and evident embarra.s.sment deepened Miss Cullen"s blush fivefold, and she explained, hurriedly, "I found I was tired, and so, instead of writing, I went to my room and rested."
I suppose any girl would have invented the same yarn, yet it hurt me more than the bigger one she had told on Hance"s trail. Small as the incident was, it made me very blue, and led me to shut myself up in my own car for the rest of that afternoon and evening. Indeed, I couldn"t sleep, but sat up working, quite forgetful of the pa.s.sing hours, till a glance at my watch startled me with the fact that it was a quarter of two. Feeling like anything more than sleep, I went out on the platform, and, lighting a cigar, paced up and down, thinking of--well, thinking.
The night agent was sitting in the station, nodding, and after I had walked for an hour I went in to ask him if the train to Phoenix had arrived on time. Just as I opened the door, the telegraph instrument began clicking, and called Ash Forks. The man, with the curious ability that operators get of recognizing their own call, even in sleep, waked up instantly and responded, and, not wishing to interrupt him, I delayed asking my question till he should be free. I stood there thinking of Madge, and listening heedlessly as the instrument ticked off the cipher signature of the sending operator, and the "twenty-four paid."
But as I heard the clicks ..... .... which meant ph, I suddenly became attentive, and when it completed "Phoenix" I concluded Fred was wiring me, and listened for what followed the date. This is what the instrument ticked:--
That may not look particularly intelligible, but if the Phoenix operator had been talking over the "phone to me he couldn"t have said any plainer,--
"Sheriff yavapai county ash forks arizona be at railroad station three forty five today to meet train arriving from phoenix prepared to immediately serve peremptory mandamus issued tonight by judge wilson sig theodore e camp."
My question being pretty thoroughly answered, I went back and continued my walk; but before five minutes had pa.s.sed, the operator came out, and handed me a message. It was from Fred, and read thus:--
"Camp, Baldwin, and lawyer went at once to house of Judge Wilson, where they stayed an hour. They then returned with judge to station, and after despatching a telegram have taken seats in train for Ash Forks, leaving here at three twenty-five. I shall return with them."
A bigger idiot than I could have understood the move. I was to be hauled before Judge Wilson by means of mandamus proceedings, and, as he was notoriously a G. S. judge, and was coming to Ash Forks solely to oblige Mr. Camp, he would unquestionably declare the letters the property of Mr. Camp and order their delivery.
Apparently I had my choice of being a traitor to Madge, of going to prison for contempt of court, or of running away, which was not far off from acknowledging that I had done something wrong. I didn"t like any one of the options.