"The train don't stop there."

"It's got to stop there--or there'll be more trouble than this
road has had since it began business. The conductor pulled out
and left two of his passengers--gave out wrong information, and
he'll have to hold his train there or bring her back here. If
you don't send that order I'll report you as well as the
conductor." Grenfall's manner was commanding. The agent's
impression was that he was important that he had a right to give
orders. But he hesitated.

"There's no way for you but to get to P---- anyway," he said,
while turning the matter over in his mind.

"You stop that train! I'll get there inside of twenty minutes.
Now, be quick! Wire them to hold her--or there'll be an order
from headquarters for some ninety-day lay-offs." The agent
stared at him; then turned to his instrument, and the message
went forward. Lorry rushed out. On the platform he nearly ran
over the hurrying figure in the tan coat.

"Pardon me. I'll explain things in a minute," he gasped, and
dashed away. Her troubled eyes blinked with astonishment.

At the end of the platform stood a mountain coach, along the
sides of which was printed in yellow letters: "Happy Springs."
The driver was climbing up to his seat and the cumbersome trap
was empty.