The other did not even uggs on sale for women look up. "Don't bother me," he snapped.
     The station-agent pushed his first-aid packet into the old man's hands.
     "Good!" grunted the other. "Hold this fellow's head, will you? Hold it hard."
     Banneker's wrists were props of steel as he gripped the tossing head. The old man took a turn with a bandage and fastened it.
     "He'll die, anyway," he said, and lifted his face.
     Banneker cackled like ugg classic short boots a silly girl at full sight of him. The spreading whisker on the far side of his stern face was gayly pied in blotches of red and green.
     "Going to have hysterics?" demanded the old man, striking not so far short of the truth.
     "No," said the agent, mastering himself. "Hey! you, trainman," he called to a hobbling, blue-coated ugg classic short fellow. "Bring two buckets of water from the boiler-tap, hot and clean. Clean, mind you!" The man nodded and limped away. "Anything else, Doctor?" asked the agent. "Got towels?"
     "Yes. And I'm not a doctor--not for forty years. But I'm the nearest thing to it in this shambles. Who are you?"
     Banneker explained. "I'll be back in five minutes," uggs kids sale he said and passed into the subdued and tremulous crowd.
     On the outskirts loitered a lank, idle young man clad beyond the glories of Messrs. Sears-Roebuck's highest-colored imaginings.
     "Hurt?" asked Banneker.
     "No," said the youth.
     "Can you run three miles?"
     "I fancy so."
     "Will you take an urgent message to be wired from Manzanita?"
     "Certainly," said the youth with good-will.
     Tearing a leaf from his ugg boots sale pocket-ledger, Banneker scribbled a dispatch which is still preserved in the road's archives as giving more vital information in fewer words than any other railroad document extant. He instructed the messenger where to find a substitute telegrapher.
     "Answer?" asked the youth, unfurling his long legs.