The Wapanucka Press (Wapanucka, Okla.), Vol. 21, No. 8, Ed. 1 Friday, August 12, 1921 Page: 3 of 8
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CHAPTER XVI (-—Continued.
"All right; If you will persist In
Joking with me It's going to cost you
something. How far do you want your
train to run?"
"Oh, I don't know; anywhere the
notion prods me—say to the west end
- nd hack, with as many stops aa f
ee fit to make, and perhaps a
wer the branches."
they don't seem to be mad about any-
thing. Bart Hoskins Is doing the talk-
ing for them."
"Send them In," was the curt com-
mand, and a minute later the Inner
Dfllce was about three-fourths filled
ip with a shuffling crowd of I' s L.
The chief looked the crowd over.
There was a bunch of train and engine
men, a squad from the shops, and a
bigger one from the yards. Also, the
wire service had turned out a gang
of linemen and half a dozen operators.
"Well, men, let's have It," said Sir.
Norcross, not too sharply. "My din-
ner's getting cold."
"We'll not be keepln' you above the
hollow half of a minute, Mister Nor-
cross," suld the big, bearded freight
conductor who acted as spokesman
"About this C. 8. & W. strike that
went on today: we ain't got no kick
comln' wjth .vou, n'r with the com-
pany, Mister Norcross, but It looks
like It's up to us to do sornethln', and
we didn't want to do It without hittln'
square out from the shoulder. There
ain't nobody knows yet what's goin'
:o be done, but whatever It Is, we
►ant you to know that it ain't done
I saw the hrxs „„,t„ , « -■ ,g ,nst you n'r the railroad company."
"It would «* ***, .T„a " """""
fr, something like five hundred .dol-
lars. On account of your little joke
it's going to cost you a cold thou-
Mr. Van Brltt took out his check-
book and a fountain pen and solemn-
ly made out the check.
"Here you are." he said, flipping the
check over to the boss' desk. "Now
•hell out that receipt, so that I'll have
It to show if anybody wants to know
tiow much you've gouged me. Since
you're making the accommodation cost
«ne a dollar a minute, how long have
I got to wait?"
Mr. Norcross said something that
sounded like "d—n." scribbled a mem-
orandum of the thousand-dollar pay-
ment on a sheet of the scratch-pad
and handed It over, saying: "The or-
der for the car includes my cook and
porter, and something to eat; we'll
throw these In with the transporta-
tion, and If the car Is ditched and
you sue for damages, we'll file a cross-
bill for hotel accommodations. Now
"You men don't want to let your
sympathies carry you too far,"
he cautioned. "When you take up
another fellow's quarrel you want to
be pretty sure that you're not going
to hit your friends In the scrap."
Iioskins grinned understanding^,
and I guess the boss was a little puz-
zled by. the nods and winks that went
around among the silent members of
the delegation; at least, I know I was.
"That's all right," Hoskins said. "Be-
In* the big boss, you've got to talk
that way. But what I was alrnin' to
say is that there'll be a train-load 'r
two of strike-breakers a-careerin' along
here In a day 'r so, and we ain't flg-
nrln' on lettin' 'em get past Portal
City, if that far."
"That's up to you." said Mr. Nor-
cross brusquely, "if y0U start any-
thing in the way of a riot—"
"Excuse me. There ain't goin' to
be no rlotln', and no company prop-
erty mashed up. Mr. Van Brltt, he—
*o away and work off your little CV
tack of lunacy. I'm bosy." EST?!! hf forrl«nn- ■ b,K <*°-
TheC SAW strike—as our engineer standing direct-
told l^ent arm
effect promptly c3
the stroke of noon, am) a train frcr;
the west, arriving late in the after-
noon, brought Ripley.
"The conditions all along the line
are almost revolutionary," was Hip-
ley's summing-up of the situation.
"Generally speaking, the public Is not
holding us responsible as yet, though
■of course there are croakers who are
saying that It Is entirely a railroad
move, and predicting that we won't
<lo anything to iuterfere with the new
"Cantrell says the public sentiment
Is altogether on the side of the C. S.
A W. strikers," the boss put in.
"It Is; angrily so. There Is hot
talk of a boycott to be extended to
everything sold or handled by the
Hatch syndicate. -I hope there won't
tie any effort made to Introduce strike-
!>reakers. In the present state of af-
fairs that would mean arson and riot-
ing and bloody murder."
"I wired you because I wanted to
consult you once more about those
.ground leases. Ripley. Do you still
think you can made them hold?"
"If Hatch breaks the condltloGf
•we'll give him the fight of his lMt
was the confident rejoinder.
"But that will mean a long confCl'
In the courts. The Supreme court Is a
full year behind Its docket, and tte
delay will Inevitably multiply your
few 'croakers' by many thousands.
But that Isn't the worst of It. Hatch
bas a better hold on us than the law's
<lelay." And to this third member of
bis staff Mr. Norcross told the story
«f the political trap Into which Col-
llngwood and the New York stock-
jobbers had betrayed the railroad man- | Just a
agement. | hadn't
Ripley comment was a little llko
Hornack's; less profane, perhaps, but
also less hopeful.
"Good Lord 1" he ejaculated. "So
that Is what Hatch lias had up his
sleeve? I don't know how you feel
about It, but I should say that It Is
all over but the shouting. If the Dun-
ton crowd had been deliberately try-
ing to wreck the property, they couldn't
bave gone about It In any surer way."
"That Is the way It looked to me,
Ripley, at first; but I've had a chance
to sleep It—as you haven't. The
gun that can't be spiked in some way
iround the speaker's neck and choked
llm so suddenly that Hoskins' sentence
ended In a gasping chuckle. When the
Rarrotlng arm was withdrawn the con-
ductor looked around sort of foolishly
and said: "I'm thinking that's about all
we wanted to say. ain't It, boys?" and
the deputation filed out as solemnly
as It hnd come In.
I guess Mr. Norcross wasn't left
wholly in the dark when the tramp-
ing foo'falls of the committee died
•way In the corridor. That uninten-
tional mention of Mr. Van Brltt's name
looked as If it might open up some
more possibilities, though what they
were I couldn't Imagine, and I don't
believe the general manager could
After that, things rocked along pret-
ty easy until after dinner. Instead ot
going right back to the office from
the club. Mr. Norcross drifted Into
the smoking-room and filled a pipe.
In the course of a few minutes. Major
Kendrick dropped in and pulled up a
chair. I don't know what they talked
al>out. but after a little while, when
the boss got up to go, | heard him
say something that gave the key to
the most of what had gone before I
j "Have you seen or heard anything
of Colllngwood since yesterday?"
The good old major shook his head.
'They're tellln' me that he's oveh In
his rooms at the Bullard. drlnkln' him-
self to death. If he wasn't altogetheh
past redemption, suh. he would have
hnd the decency to get out of town
l efo' he turned loose all holts that
way; he would, for a fact, Graham."
At that. Mr. Norcross explained In
few words why Colllngwood
gone—why he couldn't go.
Whereupon the old Kentucklan looked
graver than ever.
"Thut thnh spells trouble. Graham
Hatch Is simply Invltln' the unde'
takeh. Howie Isn't what you'd call a
dangerous man. but he Is totally Ir-
responsible, even when he's sobeh."
"We ought to get him away from
here." was the boss' decision. "He
Is an added menace while he stays."
I didn't hear what the major said
to that, because little Haps, Mr. Per-
kins' office Iwiy, had Just come In with
a note which he was asking me to
give to Mr. Norcross. I did It; and
has never yet been built. I have the I after the note had been glanced at the
names of the eleven men who weec said, kind of bitterly to the
bribed. Hatch was daring enough t' ijor:
five them to me. Holding tb*
lavlts which they were foolish enough
to give him, Hatch can make them
swear to anything he pleases. But If
I could get those affidavits I'd go to
these men separately and make each
one tell me how much he had been
paid by Bullock for his vote."
"Well, what then?"
"Then I should make every mother's
son of theni come across with the full
•mount of the bribe, on pain of an
exposure which the dirtiest politician
In this state couldn't afford to face.
That would settle It. Hatch couldn't
work the satne game a second time."
We were closing our desks to go to
dinner when Fred May came In to say
that a delegation of Ihe pay-roll men
was outside and wanting to neve a
word with the "Big Boss." Mr. Nor-
cross stopped with his desk curtain
bslf drawn down.
"What Is It. Fred?" he asked.
"I don't know," *aM the Pltts-
"You can never fall so far that you
_n't fall a little farther; have you
ever remarked that, major?" And then
he went on to explain: "Perkins, our
Desert Division superintendent, says
that the 'locals' of the various rail-
road labor unions have Just notified
him of Ihe unanimous passage of a
strike vote—the strike to go into ef-
fect at midnight."
"A strike?—on the railroad? Why,
Graham, son, you don't mean It!"
"The men seem to mean It—which
Is much more to the purpose. They
are striking In sympathy with the
C. 8. A. W. employees. | fnnrj. that
settles our little experiment Id go.nl
railroading definitely, major. Dunton
doesn't want a receivership, but he'll
have to take one now. The bottom
will drop out of the stock and break
the market when this strike news gets
on the wire, and that will end It. I
wish to God there were some way In
which I could save Mr. Chadwlck: he
The Murder Madman
I knew what we were up against
when we headed down to the railroad
lay-out, the chief and I, leaving the
good old major thoughtfully puffing
his cigar In the club sinoklng-room.
With a strike due to be pulled off In
a little more than three hours there
were about a million things that would
have to be Jerked around into shape
and propped up so that they could
stand by themselves while the Shore
Line was taking a vacation. And
there was only a little handful of us
In the headquarters to do the Jerking
It was precisely In a crisis like this
that the boss could shine. From the
minute we hit the tremendous Job he
was all there, carrying the whole map
of the Short Line in his head, think-
ing straight from the shoulder, and
never missing a lick; and I don't be-
lieve anybody would ever have sus
pected that he was a beaten man,
pushed'to the ropes In the final round
with the grafters, his reputation as
a successful railroad manager as good
as gone, and his wann little love
dream knocked sky-winding forever
and a day.
Luckily, we found Fred May still at
his desk, and he was promptly clamped
to the telephone and told to get busy
spreading the hurry call. In half an
hour every relief operator we had in
Portal City was In the wire-room, and
the back-breaking Job of preparing a
thousand miles of railroad for a sud-
den tie-up was in full swing. Mr.
Perkins, as division superintendent,
was in touch with the local labor
leaders. Persuading and Insisting by
turns, Mr. Norcross fought out the
necessary compromises with the
unions. All ordinary traffic would be
suspended at midnight, but passenger
trains en route were to be run through
to our connecting line terminals east
and west, live stock trains were to be
laid out only where there were feed-
ing corrals, and perishable freight was
to be taken to Its destination wher-
ever that might be.
The strikers agreed to allow the
mall trains to run without Interrup-
tion, with our promise that they would
not carry passengers. Hoskins and
his committee bucked a little at this,
but got down when they were shown
that they could not afford to risk a
clash with the Government. Tills ex-
ception admitted, another followed, as
a matter of course. If the mall trains
were to be run. some of the telegraph
operators would have to remain on
duty, at least to the extent of han-
dling train orders.
With these generalities out of the
way, we got down to details. "Fire-
alarm" wires were sent to the various
cities and towns on the lines asking
for Immediate Information regarding
fowl and fuel supplies, and the strike
lenders were notified that, for sheer
humanity's sake, they would have to
permit the handling of provision
trains In cases where they were ab-
By eleven o'clock the tangle was
getting Itself pretty well straightened
out. Some of the trains had already
beeu abandoned, and the others were
moving along to the agreed-upon des-
tinations. Klrgan had taken hold In
the Portal City yard, and by putting
on extra crews was getting the needful
shifting and car sorting Into shape,
and the Portal City employees, acting
upon their own Initiative, were plcket-
InR Ihe yard and company bulldinps to
protect them from looters or fire-set-
ters. Mr. Van Brltt's special, so the
wires told us. was at Lesterburg. and
It was likely to stay there; and Mr.
Van Brltt, himself, couldn't be reached.
It was at half-past eleven that we
Rot the first real yelp from somebody
who was RettlnR pinched. It came In
the shape of a wire from the Strath-
cona nlRht operator. A party of men —
"mine owners" the operator called
them—had Just heard of the Impend-
ing railroad tie-up. They had been
meaning to come In on the repular
night train, but that had been aban-
doned. So now they were offering
all kinds of money for a special to
bring them to Portal City. It was
representee! that there were millions
at stake. Couldn't we do something?
Mr. Norcross had kept Hoskins and
a few of the other local strike lead-
ers where he could Ret hold of them.
and he put the request up to them as
a matter that was now out of his
hands. Would they allow him to run
a one-car special from the gold camp
to Portal City after midnight? It was
for them to say.
Hoskins and his accomplices went
off to talk It over with some of the
other men. When the big freight con
ductor came back he was alone and
was grinning good-naturedly.
"We aln t almln' to make the com-
pany lose any good money that comes
a-rolllug down the hill at It. Mister
Norcross," he said. "Cinch these here
Strathcona hurry-boya fr all you can
fct out o' them, and If you'll lend us
the loan of the wires, we | paM the
word to let the special come on
It was sure the funniest strike I
ever saw or heard of, and 1 guess the
boss thought so, too—with all this
good-natured bargaining back and
forth; but there was nothing more
aahl. and I carried the word to Mr
''erklns, directing him to have arrange-
ments made for the running of a one-
car special from Strathcona for the
Past that, things rocked along until
the hands of the big standard time
dock In the dispatcher's reom pointed
to midnight. Norris, who was hold-
ing down the commercial wire, came
over to the counter railing Just then
with a New York message. I mw th*
go on the edge of his Jaw as he read
It, and then he handed It to me.
"You may indorse that 'No Answer'
and file It when you go back to the
office," he said shortly, and then he
went on talking to Donohue, telling
him how to handle the trains which
were still out and moving to their tie-
Of course, I read the message; I
knew there was nothing private about
It so far as I was concerned, since
It had been given me to put away in
the flies. This is what I read:
"To G. Norcross, G. M.
"Your administration has been a
conspicuous failure from the begin-
ning. Compromise with employees"on
any terms offered and prevent .strike
at all costs. That done, you are here-
by directed to wire your resignation
to take effect one week from today.
"B. Dunton. President."
It had hit us at last; not a decent
request, mind you, but a blunt, brutal
demand. The boss was fired. No
word had come from Mr. Chadwlck,
and there could be but one reason for
his silence. In some way, perhaps
through the late boosting of the stock,
the New Yorkers had squeezed him
out. We were shot dead in the trenches.
I didn't understand how the chief
could take It so quietly, unless It was
because he had been hammered so
long and so hard that nothing mat-
tered any more. Anyhow, he was Just
standing there, talking soberly to Don-
ohue, when once more the Strathcona
branch sounder began to click furi-
ously, snipping out the headquarters
Donohue cut In and we all heard
the Strathcona man's new bleat. The
way he told It, It seemed that one
member of the party that had char-
tered the special to come to Portal
City had got left, and this man was
now In the Strathcona wire pffice, bid-
ding high for an engine to chase the
train and put him aboard.
At first the boss said, "No," short
off, Just like that; adding that it
wouldn't be keeping faith with the
strike committee. But at that moment
Hoskins blew in again, and when he
was told what was on the cards, he
took a little responsibility of his own.
"Go to It, Mister Norcross, if there's
any more money In It fr the railroad."
be told the boss. "I'll stand fr it with
And then to Donohue:
runnln' this chaser en-
"It'll be John Hojan and the Four-
Sixteen," said Donohue. "There's no-
body else at that end of the branch."
The arrangement, such as It was,
was fixed up quickly. The man who
was putting up the mouey seemed to
have plenty of It. He was offering five
hundred dollars for the engine, and a
thousand If It should overtake the spe-
cial that side of Bauxite Junction.
I guess the bleat unraveled Itself
pretty clearly for all of us; or at
least. It seemed plain enough. A min-
ing deal of some kind was on, and this
man who was left behind was going
to be left In another sense of the
word If he couldn't butt In soon
enough to brenk whatever combination
the others were stacking up against
In Just a few minutes we got the
word from the Strathcona operator
that the money was paid and the
chaser engine was out and gone Kir-
can had come in to say that our good-
natured strikers had thrown a guard
Into the shops and were patrollng the
yard, when Fred May showed up mak-
ing signals to me. I heard him' when
he edged up to the boss and said'
"There's a lady In the office, wanting
to see you. Mr. Norcross."
"Holy Smoke!" said I to myself.
I knew it couldn't be anybody but Mrs.
Sheila, at that time of night, and I
saw seventeen different kinds of bloody
murder looinlnR up aRaln when I
tagped along after the boss on the
trip down the hall to our offices
The guess was right, both ways
around. It was Mrs. Sheila, and she
had the major with her. And the air
of the private office was so thick with
tragedy that It made the very elec-
trics look dim and ghostly. Mrs
Sheila didn't have a bit of color in
her face, and her eyes had a I Ir hor-
ror hi them that was enough to make
your flesh creep.
I won't attempt to tell all that was
said, partly hy the pood old major an.«
partly by Mrs. 8hella. But the gist of
It was this: Colllngwood had con-
tinued his boose fight In his rooms at
banting for Hatch. He learned that
Hatch and a bunch of his Red Tower
backers had gone to Strathcona on a
mining deal, and had started to drive
to the gold camp in an auto to get his
Before leaving Portal City he had
written a letter to Mrs. Sheila, tell-
ing her what he was going to do, and
that when he got through with it,
she would be free. The letter, which
had been left at the hotel, haa ueen
delayed In delivery—had. in fact, Just
been sent out to the major's house by
the night clerk who had found It.
Long before the story could get It-
self fully told, the different gaps In
It were filling themselves up for m
and for Mr. Norcross, as well, I guess.
When Mrs. Sheila came to the auto-
drlve part of It, the boss whirled and
shot an order at me.
"Jlramie, chase into the dispatcher'^
office and find out the name of the
man who chartered that following en-
gine!" he snapped; and I went on the
run. remembering that In the strike
excitement and hustle It hadn't oc-
curred to anybody to ask the man's
name or that of the particular "mine
owner" who had chartered the special
Donohue got the Strathcona opera-
tor In less than half a minute after
I fired my order at him, and the an-
swer came almost without a break:
"Charter of special train was to R.
Hatch, of Portal City, and of engine
410 to man named Colllngwood."
Gosh ! but this did settle It! I didn't
run hack to the office with the news—
I flew, it wa« iihg fl|-)r,g a pun amongst
the three who were waiting, but It
had to he done. The major groaned
and said. "Oh. good God!" and Mrs.
Sheila sat down and put her face in
her hands. The boss was the only
one who knew what to do and he did
It: vanished like a shot in the direc-
tion of the dispatcher's office.
In about fifteen of the longest min-
utes I ever lived he came back, shak-
ing his head. I knew what he had
been doing, or trying to do. There
was one night telegraph station on
the branch—at a mining-camp half-
way down the grade on Slide Moun-
tain and he had been trying to get
word there to stop the wild engine.
"He has either bribed or bullied
hl« engine crew," he told the major.
I wired and had a stop signal set
for them at the Antonio mine, but
they overran It, going at full speed
down the hill."
It was plain enough now what Col-
llngwood was trying to do. The mur-
der mania had got a firm hold of Its
weapon. Colllngwood knew that
Hatch was on the special, and he was
going to chase that one-car train until
It made a stop somewhere and then
smash Into it for blood. After Mr
Norcross had talked hurriedly for a
minute or two with the major he went
back to the dispatcher's room and
I went with him.
The boss grabbed up an official
time-card and began to study It hur-
riedly and to Jot down figures. I won-
dered if he wasn't tempted— Just the
least little bit In the world, you know.
Here was a thing Itself up—a thing
for which he wasn't In the least re-
sponsible—and If It should work out to
the catastrophe that nobody seemed to
he able to prevent, the chief of the
grafters, and probably a number of
his nearest backers, would l e wiped
off the books; and Colllnpwood's death,
which. In all human probability, was
equally certain, would set Mrs. Sheila
He must be thinking of It, I argued;
he couldn't be a human man and not
be thinking of It. But he never
stopped his hasty figuring for a single
instant until he broke off to bark out
at Klrpan. who was standing by:
"Quick. Mart! I want a light en-
pine, and somebody to run it! Jump
for It. man!"
Klrpan. blp and slow-motioned at
most times, was off like a shot. Then
the boss hurried back down the hall
to his own offices, and again I tagged
him. The old major was standing at
a window with his hands behind him.
and Mrs. Sheila was slttlnp Just as
we had left her. with the big terror
still in her eyes and her face as white
as a sheet,
"We can't stop him without throw-
ing a switch In front of him. and that
would mean death to him and his two
enplnemen," said the boss, talking
straight at the major, and as If he
were trying to Ignore Mrs. Sheila
"I'm pning to take a long chance and
run down the line to meet them.
There's a bare possibility that I can
contrive to pet between the train and
the engine, and If I can "
Mrs. Sheila was on her feet and she
had her hands clas|>ed as if she were
*o!ng to make a prayer to the boss
And It was pretty nearly that.
"Take me!" she begged; "oh. please
take me. It's my right to go!"
I saw that the chief was going to
turn Mrs. Sheila down-which was
of course, exactly the right thing to
do. But Just then the major shoved In
"Sheila knows what she's talking
about. Graham," he said quietly
"When you-all find Howie, you'll have
■ madman on vour hands—aud she's
the only one who can control him at
such times—God pity her! Take ua
I suppose Mr. Norcross thought there
wasn't any time to at&ad there argu-
ing about It.
"As you will," he snapped at the
major; and then to me: "Break for It
Jlmmle. and tell Klrgan to get a caiw
any car—the first one he can find!"
I broke, and came pretty near break-
ing my blessed neck tumbling down
the stairs. (Klrgan had found hi* en-
gine and had picked up a yard man
to fire It. it
with It, Mr. Norcross came down th
platform with the aajor and Mr*
Sheila. He let the major help Mrt
Sheila up the steps of the coach ant
ran forward to call out to Klrgan
"Donohue is clearing for you, am
there'll be nothing |n the way. Rui
regardless to Timber Mountain 'Y.
You have six minutes on the special'!
time to that point, if you run like tin
devil!" And then, as he was climb
ing to the cab, he ripped out at me
Jlmmle, you go back and stay witl
them In the car. Hurry or you'll b«
Under the Wide and Starry 8ky
I sure had to be quick a out obey-
ing that "get-aboard" order of Mr.
Norcross'. Klrgan had Jerked the
throttle open the minute the word was
given. I missed the forward end of
the car, and when the other end came
along rny grab at the hand-rod
slammed me head ovei heels up the
steps. Klrgan was holding his whistle
valve open, and the guurding strikers
In the yard gave us room and a dear
track. By the time we had passed the
"limit" switches we were going like a
blue streak, and I could hardly keep
my balance on the back platform of
You can guess that I didn't stay out
there very long. The night was clea
as a bell and pretty coolish, with t'
stars burning like white diamonds
the black Inverted bowl of the sky
was mighty pretty scenery, but J
the same, after Klrgan had fah
struck his gait on the long wester
tangent. I clawcd my way Inside. It
was a lot too blustery and unsafe oa
that back platform.
The major and Mrs. Sheila were sit-
ting together, near the middle of the
car. I staggered np and took the seat
Just ahead of them, and the major
asked me if Mr. Norcross was on the
engine. I told him he was, and that
ended It What with the rattle and
bang of the coach, the howling of th*
speed-made wind In the ventilators,
and the shrill scream of the spinning
wheels, there wasn't any room for
talk during the whole of that breath-
taking race to the old "Y" In the hills
Knowing, from what Mr. Norcross
had said, the point at which we were
going to side-track and wait for the
special and the wild engine, I grew
sort of nervous and worked-up after
we had crashed through the Banta
yard and the day-coach began to sway
and lurch around the hill curves. What
If the special had been making bet-
ter time than the boss h • counted
upon? In that case, we'd probably hit
her In a head-ender somewhere on om
of those very curves. And with the
time we were making, and the time
she'd be making, there wouldn't be
enough left for either train to be
worth picking up.
A mile or so short of the "Y" aid-
ing I went up ahead and handed my-
self out to the forward platform to
8ee if I couldn't get a squint past tlra
storming engine. I got it now and
then, on the swing of the curves, but
there was nothing in sight. Just the
same it was mighty scary, and I took
a relief breath so deep that It nearly
made me sick at my stomach when
I finally realized that Kirgan had shut
off and was slowing for the stop at ths
farther switch of the old "Y."
What was done at the switch was
done swiftly, as men work when they
have the fear of death gripping at
them. If the special should come up
while we were making the back-in the
result would be Just about the same a*
It would have been if we had met It
on the curves.
With our own engine silent, I could
hear a faint sound like the far-away
fluttering of a safety-valve. We were
not ten seconds too soon. The special
Mr. Norcross. who was still In th«
engine cab, shot an order at Klrgan.
"Fling your coat over the headlight,
and then be ready to snatch it and
get off!" he shouted. "If they see It
as they come up, it may stop them'"
Then, catching a glimpse of me on the
ground: "Break the coupling on the
coach, Jlmmle—quick !"
As I jumped to obey I understood
what was to be done. The fireman at
the switch was to let the special go
by, and then the boss—Just the
alone on the engine—was tc be let
out on the main track to put himself
between the chaser and the chas«Ml. lc
was a hair-raising proposition, but per-
haps—just perhaps—not quite so sui-
cidal as it looked. With skilful han-
dling the Interposed engine might pos-
sibly be kept out of the way by back-
ing, and Its warning headlight shin-
ing full Into the eyes of the men in
the 416's cab would surely be enough
to stop them—If anything would.
I had just finished uncoupling th«
day-coach and the boss was easing oar
engine ahead a bit to make sure that
she was loose, when the car door
opened behind me snd the major and
Mrs. Sheila came out in the front
vestibule. It was Mrs. Sheila who
spoke to me, and her voice had bor-
rowed some of the big terror lhat I
had seen In her eyes while she was
sitting In the office at Portal City.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
what was wanted
Found at Church.
"Tlie absent-minded professor went
ti, church and returned home to lunch
triumphantly waving an umbrella to
' his wife.
"Well, my dear," he said, "you see,
-I didn't leave It behind In the new'
"I see yoa haven't, dear." replied
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