They sat up until about nine o'clock. Then, tired out with a hard day's work, both soon sank into profound sleep. It was some time later when both, always vigilant and easily aroused, awoke together.
"Oh," said the old engineer drowsily, "only the ticker."
"Yes, some one is telegraphing," answered Ralph, "but it is a hurry call."
"Understand the code, do you?"
"Yes," answered Ralph. "Quiet, please, for a moment. Mr. Griscom, this is urgent," and Ralph arose and hurried to the next room, where the instrument was located.
He listened to the sharp ticking of the little machine. There was the double-hurry call. Then came some sharp, nervous clicks.
"R-u-n-a-w-a-y," he spelled out.
"What's that?" cried Griscom, springing to his feet.
"J-u-s-t p-a-s-s-e-d Wi-l-m-e-r, s-i-x f-r-e-i-g-h-t c-a-r-s. S-t-o-p t-h-e-m a-t R-i-d-g-e-t-o-n, o-r t-h-e-y w-i-l-l m-e-e-t N-o. f-o-r-t-y-e-i-g-h-t."
Ralph looked up excitedly. Griscom stood by his side. His eyes were wide awake enough now.
"Repeat that message—quick, lad!" he said in a suppressed tone. "Can you signal for repeat?"
