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Updated: June 27, 2025
"I am very sorry, and yet it may have been a release," said Aline. "Hers was a very hard lot to bear, but she was always cheerful. Poor Uncle Martin! Of course you will go to meet him." I did so later when, as a special favor, a mounted man brought me a telegram from Elktail, and Martin Lorimer gripped my fingers hard when I boarded the east-bound train at that station.
Blount stopped his machine at the nearest corner and got out to reconnoitre the office-building entrance. In the vestibule he glanced up at the face of the illuminated wall-clock, making a hasty calculation based upon the leaving time of the east-bound Overland.
But at last human instincts encroached upon Neale's superlative detachment from self. It seemed all of a sudden that he stepped toward an east-bound train. When he reached the coach something halted him a thought where was he going? The west-bound work-train was the one he wanted. He laughed, a little grimly. Certainly he had grown absentminded.
It was up to me to hit the ties to Wadsworth, and hit them I did, much to the telegraph operator's relief, for I neglected to burn his shanty and murder him. Telegraph operators have much to be thankful for. At the end of half a dozen miles, I had to get off the ties and let the east-bound overland go by.
Nichols for the east-bound limited to stop at the way-station, and when Higgins and the others saw the ranchman and Bob on the platform, they were consumed with curiosity. "Kidnappin' John?" asked Higgins of Bob. But no satisfaction did he receive, the boy replying: "My sentiments about answering questions haven't changed since the first morning we met, Mr. Higgins."
Bat's last act that day was to send a telegram care of the East-bound Limited to Senator Moyese. It read, "All local papers out highly gratulatory references your efforts to punish guilty parties." In the half light of mist and dawn, the Ranger ascended the Ridge trail. Life was at flood-tide. Thought focussed to one point of consciousness set on fire of its own rays.
A banner of smoke across the plain told them that the east-bound train was approaching. "I believe we can make it!" exclaimed Wemple, as they heard the engine's announcing scream. Apparently their pursuers guessed what the fugitives would try to do, for as they saw the train they shouted and yelled louder than before and urged their ponies to a still higher speed.
His duties were over for the forenoon, the east-bound express, which, with the west-bound, composed the only trains that traversed that section of the road each day, having arrived and departed a half-hour before, and he had cut in on the line to regale himself with the news of the world. But there was a dearth of thrilling events, such as his rude soul delighted in.
It lay directly across the track, and barely missed the east-bound rails. "Another foot, and she'd have tied up traffic both ways," said the brakeman who had warned the passengers of the approach of the express. "What you going to do, Jim?" The engineer sighed heavily. "Got to wait till it's sawed in pieces small enough for a gang to handle," he answered.
His reputation for judgment which by some is deemed the highest of human qualities was impaired; and a man who in his time had selected presidents of banks and trust companies could certainly be trusted to choose a parson particularly if the chief requirements were not of a spiritual nature. . . A week later he boarded an east-bound limited train, armed with plenary powers.
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