voice he cried: "Mr. Jones! Mr. Jones! Muskoka! Wake up! Wake up!"

Iowa, muttering beneath his breath, paused anxiously to watch results.

"Muskoka! Muskoka!" shouted the lad. The snoring continued evenly,
unbrokenly.

Iowa indulged in a dry laugh. "Save your wind, kid," he said. "I fixed a
drink he took before he came down."

At this news the boy's heart sank.

"But look here, kid." Iowa turned carefully, hands still in the air.
"Look here, can't we square this thing up? You got the drop on me, O
K--and with a blame little pea-shooter," he added, catching a glimpse, as
he thought, of the end of a small black barrel, but nevertheless
continuing his attitude of surrender. "You got the drop--and you're a
smart kid, you are--but can't we fix this thing up? You take half, say?
I'd be glad to let you in. Honest! An' no one'd ever think you was in the
game. Come, what d' y' say?"

Though apparently listening, the young operator was in reality urgently
casting about in his mind for other expedients. Obviously it would be too
dangerous to attempt to reach with the fingers of one of his bound hands
the thongs holding his left leg to the leg of the table. He might reveal
the pipe, or drop it. And neither could he reach the telegraph key, to
get in touch with someone on the wire. And in any case, how could that
help him? For the next train was not due for two hours, and it did not
seem possible he could carry on his bluff that length of time.

But think as he would, the wire seemed the only hope. Could he not reach
the key in some way?

The solution came as Iowa ventured a short step nearer, and repeated his
suggestion. At first sight it seemed as ridiculously impossible as the
bluff with the pipe, but quickly the boy weighed the chances, and
determined to take the risk.

"Now, Mr. Iowa," he said, "you are to do just exactly what I tell you,
step by step, so much and no more. If you make any other move, if I only
think you are going to, I shall shoot. My finger is pressing the trigger
constantly. And I guess you can see that at this range, though my hold on
the gun is a bit cramped, I could not miss you if I wanted to.

"Listen, now. You will come forward until you can reach the chair here by
sticking out your foot. Then you will push it back along the table to the
wall, and turn it face to me. Then you will sit down in it. After that
I'll tell you some more.

"Go ahead! And remember--my finger always pressing the tr