The superintendent dismissed his stenographer, swept with his arm a clear space on the desk, and then drummed on it with his fingers, but he did not look up immediately. When he did, it was with an expression of grave concern. "Mr. Bannon," he said, "I'm mighty sorry. I'll do anything I can for you. You can smoke ten cent cigars on me from now till Christmas, and light them with passes. Anything----" "If you feel like that," said Bannon, "we can fix things all comfortable in three minutes. All I want is cars." The superintendent shook his head. "There's where you stump me," he said. "I haven't got 'em." "Mr. Superintendent, that's what they told me in Chicago, and that's what they told me at Ledyard. I didn't come up here to Blake City to be told the same thing and then go back home." "Well, I don't know what else I can tell you. That's just the size of it. I hope we'll be able to fix you in a few days, but we can't promise anything." Bannon frowned, and after an expectant pause, the superintendent went on talking vaguely about the immense rush of traffic. Finally he asked, "Why do you think we'd hold you up if we had the cars?" "That's what I came here to find out. I think you're mistaken about not having them." The superintendent laughed. "You can't expect to know more about that than I do. You doubtless understand your business, but this is my business. If you can tell me where the cars are, you can have them." "Well, as you say, that's your business. But I can tell you. There's a big string of empties--I counted fourteen--on the siding at Victory." The superintendent looked out of the window and again drummed on the desk. When he spoke again, his manner was more what one would expect from a division superintendent. "You don't know anything about it. When we want advice how to run our road we'll ask you for it. Victory isn't in my division anyway." "Then wire the general manager. He ought to know something about it." "Wire him yourself, if you like. I can't bother about it. I'm sorry I can't do anything, but I haven't got time." "I haven't begun sending telegrams yet. And I haven't very much more time to fool away. I'd like to have you find out if the Ledyard Salt and Lumber Company can have those cars that are on the siding at Victory." "All right," said the superintendent, rising. At the door he turned back to ask, "When was it you saw them?" Bannon decided to chance it. "Yesterday morning," he said. The superintendent returned presently, and, turning to his desk, resumed his work. A few minutes later the telegraph operator came in and told him that the cars at Victory had been loaded with iron truss work the night before, and had gone off down the State.