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Updated: April 30, 2025
Cowels: Every day since George's death I have wanted to write you to assure you of my innocence and of my sympathy for you in this the hour of your sorrow. These are dreadful times. Be brave, and believe me Your friend, Dan Moran. This letter, and the information it contained, was as great a surprise to Mrs. Cowels as the news of Cowels's death had been to Moran.
"She would go in the ditch she could hardly be expected to hold the rail for more than two minutes." "But she did hold it." "I don't believe it," said the old driver; "but if she did, she must have made a hundred miles an hour, and in that case the mystery of Cowels's death is solved he was drowned." "But his clothes were not wet, and he was still in the window when they reached Galesburg."
"The truth is when that fellow was giving his testimony I was ignorant of Cowels's death, upon whose evidence I hoped to prove that the fellow was lying wilfully, or that he had misunderstood me, and later, I was so shocked and surprised at the news of my old fireman's death that I forgot to make the proper explanation to the magistrate." "Why not make that explanation now?
The reader must pardon the use of this vulgar word, for we must use it here or spoil this story. Ordinarily it would require a great deal of "sand" to enable a man to take out a train of this kind and run at such a high rate of speed through a country full of anarchy, but in Cowels's case it required nothing in the way of bravery.
"Get aboard of Blackwings, strike the summit at Zero Hill with her lever hooked back and her throttle wide open, let a strong man hold your head out at the window, and if she hangs to the rail your successor will have the rare opportunity of writing you up." "Do you mean that seriously?" "I do. If what you tell me is true, there can be no shade of doubt as to the cause of Cowels's death."
These are trying times and men are not expected to be as guarded in their action as in times of peace." "If you hope to learn from me that I had anything to do with Cowels's death, or with the placing of the dynamite upon the locomotive, I am afraid you are wasting your time.
I submit, your Honor, there is no use in wasting time with this man, and we ask that he be held without bail, to await the action of the grand jury." Dan Moran appeared to pay little or no attention to what the lawyer was saying, for the news of Cowels's death had been a great shock to him.
Between temporary disgrace for her husband, and hunger for her children, and she was not long in making up her mind. The baby had been without milk that day. It had gone to bed hungry for the first time in its life, and the thought of it made her desperate. To Cowels's way of reasoning it was simply a question of choice between the position of master of the Brotherhood and master-mechanic.
Guerin had always felt that in some vague way he was responsible for Cowels's death, and now the boy's gaze made him uncomfortable. Already the snow had banked against the windows on his side and closed them. He crossed over to the fireman's side, and looked ahead. The headlight was almost covered, but they were making good time.
I then put the dynamite on the engine myself an' Moran followed me and took it off, and saved Cowels's life, prevented me from becoming a murderer, and went to jail. Good-by, Mag. Give me your hand Dan, old man. Back up." The old engineer nodded to the foreman, who signalled the man on the engine, and the great wheel moved from above the body. More than one man turned his back to the machine.
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