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This meant that a skidway must be made over a very rough hill and a gasolene winding engine bought or hired to haul the logs out of the next valley.
The man explained how young Skidway had been seized and taken on board the train by Dyke Darrel. "You are sure his captor was Dyke Darrel?" "I ain't blind, I reckon," growled the man. "I heard sufficient to tell me that the detective was takin' the kid back to Missoury, and that was enough for me." "Why did you permit it?" A laugh answered the woman. "You might have saved the boy," pursued Mrs.
The ground too, I discovered, had been dug out under the lower side of the skidway and the supports knocked out." "The varmints!" growled Joe Shafto, who had been an attentive listener to Tom's story.
On the face of the hammer in relief was an M inside of a delta. This was the Company's brand, and so the log was branded as belonging to them. He swarmed all over the skidway, rapid and absorbed, in strange contrast of activity to the slower power of the actual skidding. In a moment he moved on to the next scene of operations without having said a word to any of the men.
Even if you were not connected with it, you know WHO was?" The prisoner remained silent. Dyke Darrel proceeded: "You said that you were a brakeman on the train on which poor Nicholson found his death. Was that the truth?" "It was." "It is now for your own good that you make confession, Martin Skidway!" "I've nothing to confess." "Be careful!"
He could do nothing without the report; and it was too far out to send for another scaler, even if Daly would have given him one. Finally in looking over a skidway he noticed that one log had not been blue-pencilled across the end. That meant that it had not been scaled; and that in turn meant that he, the Rough Red, would not be paid for his labour in cutting and banking it.
His brow became corrugated, and it was evident that the detective was enjoying a spell of the deepest perplexity. "It must be that the fellow's mind wandered," mused Dyke Darrel. "Of course I cannot accept as evidence the ragged, half-conscious utterances of a dying man. He spoke of Nick and the boy. There may be something in that. The boy? Who could that be but Martin Skidway?
He tried his powers on the man at his side, and found him yielding to the pressure, when Skidway suddenly turned his face to the window, and refused to encounter the gaze of his captor. By this means he was able to defy the magnetic powers of the detective. "Martin Skidway, you may as well admit that you know something of this latest villainy.
He never bothered his head as to what the other man thought of him, his ignorance, or his awkwardness, simply because to him the other man was nothing but an element in his problem. So in such circumstances he learned fast. Once introduce the human element, however, and his absurdly sensitive self-consciousness asserted itself. He was, as Jackson expressed it, backed off the skidway.
"I came all the way to Shecargo to see the aunt of a friend. Mebbe you'll understand when I tell you, that Martin Skidway was one of the best friends an old man like me had in the bastile." The name of her nephew opened the way to Madge Scarlet's heart at once. She questioned Mr.
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