They've made another plesio-something find, and Haworth
telephones that the professor couldn't be dragged away with a derrick
until those bones are safely out of the ground and boxed for shipment."
The professor's host smiled indulgently, saying: "It's just as well, I
reckon. The professor's about as blind as a bat when it comes to seeing
anything this side of a million years ago, but if he were here he might
wonder why we've set up a telegraph-office--wonder, and talk about it."
The young man in his shirt-sleeves was turning to go. "I'll hustle
Crowell on those notes," he promised: but as he was reaching for the
door-knob the senator stopped him.
"Hold on a minute, Fred; how is that contrivance of ours at the mouth of
Shonoho working?"
"It's working all right. Canby is on watch there now, and he says he can
see everything that passes on both roads."
"That's good. These little precautions are mighty necessary in a close
fight. Those folks over at Shonoho Inn ought to have thought of this
outer-guard business for themselves, but it seems they didn't. They'd be
right awkwardly embarrassed if some fellow they don't want to see should
slip in on 'em without notice. While I think of it, don't fail to keep
me posted on what Canby sees after I go back to town. He thinks he's
safe, does he?"
"Perfectly.
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