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I caught the 5: 25 train south. It put me in Poston, a dusty town twice Quesada's size, at 7: 30; and a rattle-trap stage, in which I was the only passenger, got me to my destination half an hour later. Rain was beginning to fall as I was leaving the stage across the street from the hotel.
Jack Santos, a San Francisco reporter, came out of the telegraph office and said: "Hello. Anything new?"