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And the law is hard in the West where a woman's in the case quick and hard. Yes, you've swung wide on your tether; look out that you don't swing high, old man." "You can prove nothing; it's bluff!" came the reply in a tone of malice and of fear. "You forget. I was your lawyer in Jimmy Tearle's case, and a letter's been found written by the switchman's wife to her husband.
What they said to each other lasted only a moment, and all the while the boys were keying like madmen at the jacks to ease the wheel that had crushed the switchman's thigh. When they got the truck partly free, they lifted the injured man back a little where we could all see his face.
As the striker stared at the stranger the man took off a sixty-dollar overcoat and hung it over the switchman's arm. "Take it," he said, "it's bran new; I just got it from the tailor this morning. Go out and sell it and bring the money to me and I'll help you." When the striker had been gone a quarter of an hour the well-dressed man strolled up to the bar and ordered a cocktail.
And the law is hard in the West where a woman's in the case quick and hard. Yes, you've swung wide on your tether; look out that you don't swing high, old man." "You can prove nothing; it's bluff;" came the reply in a tone of malice and of fear. "You forget. I was your lawyer in Jimmy Tearle's case, and a letter's been found written by the switchman's wife to her husband.
The face of the old man became mottled with a sudden fear, but he jerked it forward once or twice with an effort at self-control. Presently he steadied to the ordeal of suspense, while he kept saying to himself, "What does he know what which?" "Malpractice resulting in death that was poor Jimmy Tearle; and something else resulting in death that was the switchman's wife.
And the law is hard in the West where a woman's in the case quick and hard. Yes, you've swung wide on your tether; look out that you don't swing high, old man." "You can prove nothing; it's bluff;" came the reply in a tone of malice and of fear. "You forget. I was your lawyer in Jimmy Tearle's case, and a letter's been found written by the switchman's wife to her husband.
"'Ruggam had been given some repair work to do near the outer prison-gate. It was opened to admit a tradesman's automobile. As Guard Lambwell turned to close the gate, Ruggam felled him with his shovel. He escaped to the adjacent railroad-yards, stole a corduroy coat and pair of blue overalls hanging in a switchman's shanty and caught the twelve-forty freight up Green River." Stewart had paused.
"No, you weren't alone; and if the switchman and the switchman's wife weren't dead and out of it all; and if the other man that didn't matter any more than you wasn't alive and hadn't a family that does matter, I wouldn't be asking you peaceably for two thousand dollars as my fee for getting you off two cases that might have sent you to prison for twenty years, or, maybe, hung you to the nearest tree."
The first intelligible sound the boy made was a chesty chug-chug-chug in imitation of a panting engine tugging its freight load up the incline toward the Junction. When Chug ran away which was on an average of twice daily he was invariably to be found at the switchman's shanty or roaming about the freight yards. It got so that Stumpy Gans, the one-legged switchman, would hoist a signal to let Mrs.
The face of the old man became mottled with a sudden fear, but he jerked it forwards once or twice with an effort at self-control. Presently he steadied to the ordeal of suspense, while he kept saying to himself, "What does he know what which?" "Malpractice resulting in death that was poor Jimmy Tearle; and something else resulting in death that was the switchman's wife.
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