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"You've got me down this time, damn you, but I'll " The Senator stopped, his favorite threat unuttered, threw the whip into the river and turning, walked slowly across the bridge, and as he went the story he meant to tell over the 'phone to the Governor grew to fearful proportions. As for the General, when he saw that the victory was won, he turned about and sauntered back to Sawyerville.
"Nothing that I know of," said McDowell, easily. "I wanted the train to stop." Carse stepped toward him angrily. "I don't know whether you're drunk or not," he said, "but that's a damned poor kind of a joke. You'll find that out as soon as we get to Sawyerville." "Oh, no, I won't," said McDowell. "I'm superintendent of this road, and the first thing I'm going to do is to fire you.
"They smashed into us at Sawyerville" he suddenly remembered Katherine "Excuse me, Miss Porter, I must see your father alone." "He cannot be excited, Mr. McNally." "There is no time to waste " Katherine turned abruptly and went into the office. "Yes," said McNally, "they ripped into us at Sawyerville and we had the hell of a time till Wray's guards came up and stopped it.
"That is, when his army meets the one you sent up the line this afternoon." Porter moved his head free from her hands and asked sharply, "What do you know about that, dear?" "Just what Senator Jones told me," she answered. "He got off the train at Sawyerville and drove over to the Club to telephone." "Do you know which Senator Jones it was?" asked McNally. "Was it the one they call 'Sporty'?"
He put money into it, straightened out its tangled affairs, and incidentally made some enemies in the board of directors. There were coal mines on the line near Sawyerville, which were operated in a desultory way, but they never amounted to much until some more of Jim Weeks's money went into them, and then they began to pay.
The seizure of the road by the militia had come at the right moment for Jim, for it left his employees in possession as far down as Sawyerville. The longer Jim thought, the simpler the problem became. He must bring about the election of his board of directors.
There was but one abandoned mine in the Sawyerville district, the Valley Shaft; it was about four miles from Sawyerville station and perhaps three or four from the Oakwood Club. Therefore, he reasoned, if he once broke loose from this galling restraint, he would soon be in a position to communicate with Jim.
The new telegraph operator wired to McNally, who had already taken possession of the Truesdale terminal, telling him briefly of the fight for the train and the capture of Sawyerville. McNally sent back brief instructions for the conduct of the rest of the raid. They were told to make no attempt to keep schedule time, but to go slowly and cautiously, and to use as little violence as possible.
Messages flew back and forth along the singing wires, and wrecking trains started almost simultaneously from Manchester and from Truesdale, with instructions to clear up the muss at Sawyerville, in order that the regular train service be resumed. But before matters were more than fairly under way, there came a sudden suspension of action.
As Senator Sporty Jones stood on the Sawyerville platform and watched No. 14 vanishing round a curve, his rage against the Superintendent cooled somewhat and hardened into a determination to make somebody pay. The more he thought of it the clearer it grew that the "somebody" should be a bigger man than McDowell, though Sporty meant to get even with him, too, some day.
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