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Then Gid and Shade comes up, and thinkin' we're the other crowd stealin' the machine they try to catch us and turn loose at us that makes a pretty good story, don't it?" "It does if Dawson and Groner and Venters agree to it," Stoddard laughed. "But somebody will have to communicate with them before they tell another one or several others."
Well, I finally went with him to his place the old Gid Himes house an' him an' me an' Sam an' Groner had considerable talk. They told me how they'd all been down an' saw Mr. Hardwick, and how quare he spoke to 'em. 'Them mill fellers never offered me a dollar, not a dollar, says Rudd. An' I says to him, 'Good Lord, Dawson! Never offered you money? For God's sake!
Groner threw the light on the new-comer, revealing a haggard face the face of the owner of the Wire-Silver mine. "Heavens and earth, Mr. Lidgerwood this is awful!" he exclaimed. "I heard of it by 'phone, and hurried over to do what I could. My men of the night-shift are on the way, walking up the track, and the entire Wire-Silver outfit is at your disposal."
"Through the long evenings when Groner or Dawson or Will Venters was guarding me or maybe all three of them we used to talk; and it surprised me to find how simple and childish those fellows were. They were as kind to me as though I had been a brother, and treated me courteously always. "Little by little, I got at the whole thing from them.
I've described to you how Buckheath tried to back Sultan over the edge, and I got off on the side where the two were, not noticing them till they tied me hand and foot. They almost came to a clinch with Buckheath then and there. You ought to have heard Groner swear! It was like praying gone wrong." "Uh-huh," agreed Pros, "Jess is a terrible wicked man in speech that-a-way but he's good-hearted."
If we'd hit it goin' west, we'd be in the river. That's why it was sprung out instead of in." Lidgerwood's right hand, balled into a fist, smote the air, and his outburst was a fierce imprecation. In the midst of it Groner said, "Listen!" and a moment later a man, walking rapidly up the track from the direction of Little Butte station, came into the small circle of lantern-light.
"What man was that?" asked Groner, whose point of view had not been that of an onlooker. Lidgerwood answered for himself and Bradford. "That is one of the things we'd like to know, Groner. Just before the smash a man, whom none of us recognized, ran down the track and tried to give Cranford the stop signal." They had been walking on down the line, looking for the actual point of derailment.
"Broken flange under the 215, I'll bet," said Groner, holding his lantern down to the gashed ties. But Bradford denied it. "No," he contradicted: "Cranford was able to talk a little after we toted him back to the service-car. He says it was a broken rail; says he saw it and saw the man that was flaggin' him down, all in good time to give her the air before he hit it."
I imagine he found plenty of them that were ready to talk and some that were willing to do; but it chanced that Dawson and Jesse Groner were coming down to Cottonville that morning I passed Buckheath at the Hardwick gate, and he must have cut across the turn and followed me, intending to pick a quarrel. Then he met Dawson and Groner and framed up this other plan with their assistance.
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