"No, just loafin' 'round," drawled the visitor as he settled indolently
into a chair which creaked its complaint under his weight.
For a short while the two kept up a perfunctory semblance of
conversation, but between these interchanges of comment, lengthening
intervals elapsed.
Wicks sat inertly gazing at those familiar stains on the wall which
long familiarity had made hateful to him. His expression was moody and
only occasionally did he turn to glance at his unbidden guest.
Halloway's head had fallen forward on his chest and soon his heavy
breathing became that of a man who is napping.
Finally the other opened his key and sounded the call for Viper, a
hamlet ten miles away, though in practical effect it was more distant
since the road between twisted painfully over ridge and through gorge.
It was on an infrequently used freight spur but it boasted
communication with the world by wire--and it was important now because
it was a town through which Alexander must pass on her way from Coal
City to the mouth of Shoulder-blade Creek.
The metallic voice of the telegraph key subsided, and shortly came the
response. Halloway still breathed heavily on--a sleeping giant whose
ears were very much awake. This was no official message paying toll,
but a private conversation between operators bent on whiling away dull
moments. Moreover it was evidently the continuation of talk previously
commenced so that to the eavesdropper it was like a continued story of
which he had missed the opening chapters.
"Upward of four thousand dollars," tapped out Wicks. "That's big
money, but the more men that split it the less each feller gets, so
they don't want too many from Viper."
Halloway realized at once that this lantern-jawed operator had a swift
and sure sending finger, and when the answer came it was, in contrast,
labored and ragged. It was as if two men talked, one in rapid and
clear-clipped syllables--the other in a stutter.
Said Viper, "There might be neck-stretching too if too many tongues
make talk. Jess will have the boys ready at the place soon in the
morning. They will wait for orders there."
"At the place!" Halloway in his counterfeited sleep cursed to himself.
If instead of those indefinite words the point had been named he would
have gained something tangible. He knew now however beyond a doubt
that both operators were conspirators and he had gleaned one comforting
assurance--the plans contemplated no joining of forces until to-morrow.
Those at the far end were still uninstructed. If it came to a race
to-night that gave a better chance.
Then Viper cut off and Wicks, with a sigh of boredom, settled back in
his chair once more and gave himself over to silence.
Finally Halloway stirred out of his slumber and stretched himself.
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