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The despatchers were annulling, holding the freights and distributing passenger trains at eating stations. But an hour's work at the head-breaking problem left the division, Callahan thought, in worse shape than when the planning began, and he got up from the keg in a mental whirl when Duffy at Medicine Bend sent a body blow in a long message supplementary to his first report.
Callahan, with ready wit, transformed his indicator into a "ticker" that would make a printed record. The name of the "ticker" came through the casual remark of an observer to whom the noise was the most striking feature of the mechanism. Mr.
"She'll be well cared for, whatever happens to you," was the quick reply. "Thin I'm yer man," said Callahan; and when the train-master was gone, he ordered Shovel to oil around while he did two or three things which, to an initiated onlooker, might have seemed fairly inexplicable.
The captain beckoned Flitter Bill inside the store. His manner had a distinct savor of patronage. "Misto Richmond," he said, "I make you I appoint you, by the authority of Jefferson Davis and the Confederate States of Ameriky, as commissary-gineral of the Army of the Callahan." "As what?" Bill's eyes blinked at the astounding dignity of his commission.
Callahan, who knew the trouble-making element better than any of the railroad men, went up town to estimate the feeling after the fight, which was now being discussed by crowds everywhere along Front Street. For every bruised and sore head marked by the punishment given by Dancing in the defence of Baggs a new enemy and an active one had been made.
Callahan, by heaven, they are walking for the south side of Pilot, that's what it means. It is a forced march; they are making for the mines." Mount Pilot, from the crest that divides at Devil's Gap, rises abruptly in a three-faced peak, the pinnacle of which lies to the south.
"There's a man wants to get board there, they're changing round in the rooms and they've no place for me. Mis' Callahan couldn't keep me 'less I'd get my pay raised." Mrs. Kilpatrick gave a quick glance at Mary Cassidy. "Come home with me then, till yez get a bite o' dinner, and we'll talk about it," she said kindly to the child. "I'd a wish for company the day."
"Bear Dance reports the fruit extras making a very fast run. First train of eighteen cars has just pulled in: there are seven more of these fruit extras following close, should arrive at Sleepy Cat at four A.M." Callahan turned from the message with his hand in his hair. Of all bad luck this was the worst.
"I wouldn't 'a' had it happen for the world!" she sobbed. "Not for all the world." "What is the matter, Mrs. Callahan?" inquired Miss Margery. "Where's Honey-Sweet?" asked Anne. "I wouldn't 'a' had that doll ruint for nothin'," wailed Mrs. Callahan. "Honey-Sweet? ruined?" stammered Anne. "What has happened to Anne's doll, Mrs. Callahan? Will you please explain at once?"
There were times when snow had been received with strong words at the Wickiup: but when summer fairly opened Callahan preferred snow to rain as strongly as he preferred genuine Lone Jack to the spurious compounds that flooded the Western market.
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