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"I'll have him tagged," promised the trainmaster; and a few minutes later, when the Wire-Silver visitor sauntered up Mesa Avenue in quest of diversion wherewith to fill the hours of waiting for his train, a small man, red-haired, and with a mechanic's cap pulled down over his eyes, kept even step with him from dive to dive.
When it died there was a considerable deficit, together with a failure on the part of the executive committee to account for a pretty liberal cash balance." "I've heard that much," said the trainmaster. "Then we'll bring it down to date," Lidgerwood resumed.
Bradley, reporting in, had given his own paraphrase of the new superintendent's strictures on Red Butte Western despatching and the criticism had lost nothing in the recasting. "Seventy-one's in the ditch at Gloria Siding," he said, speaking pointedly to the trainmaster.
The trainmaster shook his head. "No, it won't do any good. I heard him tell Hallock not to let anybody in on him this morning." "Hallock be Say, Mac, what makes him keep that " Judson broke off abruptly, pulled his hat over his eyes, and said, "Reckon it's worth while to shove me over to the other side, Jim McCloskey?" "What other side?" demanded McCloskey. Judson scoffed openly.
It adjoined the large log cabin where the Scotchman and his family lived. Blandoine and he went over the robes carefully in order that there should be no mistake as to which ones the trainmaster took. This done, Morse locked the door and handed the key to his companion. To him there was borne the sound of voices one low and deep, the other swift and high.
With my record I couldn't get an engine anywhere else in the United States. Can't you see what I'm up against?" The trainmaster nodded. He was human. "Well, it's Maggie and the babies now," Judson went on. "They don't starve, Mac, not while I'm on top of earth. Don't you reckon you could make some sort of a play for me with the boss, Jim? He's got bowels."
"She's down-stairs in the Nadia, with the others where I supposed you were," McCloskey began; but Lidgerwood heard the feet of those who were carrying Flemister's body from the chamber of horrors, and quickly shutting the door on sight and sounds, started the trainmaster on the story which must be made to last until the way was clear of things a woman should not see.
Whenever you get ready to put Hallock under the hydraulic press, you'll squeeze what you want to know out of him." This was coming to be an old subject and a sore one. The trainmaster still insisted that Hallock was the man who was planning the robberies and plotting the downfall of the Lidgerwood management, and he wanted to have the chief clerk systematically shadowed.
"Call it done and another stick of dynamite turned loose," he acquiesced. "Is there anything else?" "Yes. What have you found out about that missing switch-engine?" This had come to be the stereotyped query, vocalizing itself every time the trainmaster showed his face in the superintendent's room. "Nothing, yet. I'm hunting for proof." "Against the men you suspect?
"No; and if you have cooled off enough, you may remember that I haven't yet disapproved your action. I don't disapprove. Give him anything you like where a possible relapse on his part won't involve the lives of other people. Is that what you want me to say?" "I was hot," said the trainmaster, gruffly apologetic.
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