over them cars of wire. He saw 'em, both of 'em. An' th' agent saw him.
"Th' agent was a' important man, an' he grabs Charley quick. 'Hey, you Two-X-Two puncher—you get that wire home quick. It went past here three times before they switched it, an' I 've been gettin' blazes from th' company ever since. We needs th' cars.'
"'Don't belong to me,' says Charley. 'I shore don't want it. I 'm eatin' beans an' bacon instead.'
"'You send for that wire!' yells th' agent, wild-like.
"Charley winks. 'Can't you keep it passin' this station till it snows hard? Have a drink.'
"Well, th' agent would n't drink, an' he would n't send that pore wire out into a cold world no more; an' so Charley comes home an' reports, him lookin' wanlike. When he told us, he looked sort of funny, an' blurts out that his mother went an' died up in Laramie, an' he must shore 'nuff rustle up there an' bury her. He went.
