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hen Cyrus entered. At the designated spot the messenger met him. Cyrus recognized the man as a porter on one of the trains of the road of which his grandfather and father were officers. Why, yes, he was the porter of the Woodbridge special car! He brought the boy a card which ran thus: Give porter the letter from Norwalk Building, the card received at restaurant, the matinee coupon, yesterday evening's _Sentinel_, and the envelope received at Kingston Heights. C. W., Jr. Cyrus silently delivered up these articles, feeling a sense of thankfulness that not one was missing. The porter went away with them, but was back in three minutes. "This way, sir," he said, and Cyrus followed, his heart beating fast. Down the track he recognized the "Fleetwing," President Woodbridge's private car. And Grandfather Cornelius he knew to be just starting on a tour of his own and other roads, which included a flying trip to Mexico. Could it be possible---- In the car his father and grandfather rose to meet him. Cornelius Woodbridge, Senior, was holding out his hand. "Cyrus, lad," he said, his face one broad, triumphant smile, "you have stood the test--the Hezekiah Woodbridge test, sir--and you may be proud of it. Your word of honour can be depended upon. You are going with us through nineteen states and Mexico. Is that reward enough for one day's hardship?" "I think it is, sir," agreed Cyrus, his round face reflecting his grandfather's smile, intensified. "Was it a hard pull, Cyrus?" questioned the elder Woodbridge with interest. Cyrus looked at his father. "I don't think so--now, sir," he said. Both gentlemen laughed. "Are you hungry?" "Well, just a little, grandfather." "Dinner will be served the moment we are off. We've only six minutes to wait. I'm afraid--I'm very much afraid"--the old gentleman turned to gaze searchingly out of the car window into the station--"that another boy's word of honour isn't----" He stood, watch in hand. The conductor came in and remained, awaiting orders. "Two minutes more, Mr. Jefferson," he said. "One and a half----one half a minute." He spoke sternly: "Pull out at 8:14 on the second, sir. Ah----" The porter entered hurriedly, and delivered a handful of envelopes into Grandfather Cornelius's grasp. The old gentleman scanned them at a glance. "Yes--yes--all right!" he cried, with the strongest evidences of excitement Cyrus had ever seen in his usuall
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