The Stolen Story
you joined our staff this morning, and then sneaked over here with our beat to night! What have you got to say for yourself?"
And now, like fools, every one shut up and turned to look at Billy Woods. They all stood there in silence and watched him as the thing came over him.
He stopped short before reaching the gate, and opened his mouth. First, a look of childish dread came over his face. He looked at Munson. Then he looked around at the staff. Then he turned his face away and sat down at the nearest desk. He was a born reporter, and he had grasped the whole situation from beginning to end.
And just then the floor began to shake and there came up the deep, heavy rumbling of the mighty presses from far below. The story was a beat now.
Munson knew that sound, and looked up at the clock in alarm.
Stone was puffing his pipe contentedly. "Twenty minutes slow you'll find."
Then Munson knew that his paper was beaten, and that the best it could do was to
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