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Lieutenant Brady then departed with his soldiers, leaving the noisy laborers to carry ties and erect bulwarks. The Irish, as ever, growled and voiced their complaints at finding work instead of fighting. "Hurry an' fetch on yez dirn Sooz!" was the cry sent after Brady, and that request voiced the spirit of the gang.
"My engineer, Tom Daley, reached Casey's side just the instant before he died," said General Lodge, resuming his story. "In fact, Daley was the only one of us who did see Casey alive.... Casey's last words were 'ambush Sooz Deep Cut, and then 'me fri'nd Neale! ... We were at a loss to understand what he meant that is, at first.
What is it? 'I cannot move me leg. 'Curses on the Cavalry. 'Have ye got th' time? 'Oh me knee, how it aches me. 'Ha ha. Ha ha. Ha ha. Ha ha. 'Veev, th' Impror. 'Right about face, shouldher ar-rms, right shouldher shift arms. March. A harsh, metallic voice in the distance: 'Gin-rals, leftnant Gin'rals, officers, sooz- officers, an' men . 'Tis th' boy's father.
Can't do it, can you?" "Poh! yes, I can! That ain't nothin'. Pre-ed, Prood, Pre-i-eddy, Prudy. There!" "Bravo!" cried papa. "You're getting ahead, I declare! Now can you spell Susy's name?" "Spell Susy? Why, I can do it just as easy!" replied Prudy, her eyes shining very bright indeed. "C-ez, Sooz, C-i-ezzy, Susy. There! Can't I spell?" "Why, I should think you could," said papa, laughing.
Casey kept squinting and aiming, and then, just as he pressed the trigger, the train started with a sudden lurch. "Sp'iled me aim! Thot engineer's savin' of the Sooz tribe! ... Drill, ye terriers, drill! Drill, ye terriers, drill! ... Shane, I don't hear yez shootin'." "How'n hell can I shoot whin me eye is full of blood?" demanded Shane. Neale then saw blood on Shane's face.
Collins, with all the men on the ground, grasped Casey's idea. "By God! Casey can you do it? There's down-grade for twenty miles. Once start this gravel-car and she'll go clear to the hills. But but " "Collins, it'll be aisy. I'll slip through thot pass loike oil. Thim Sooz won't be watchin' this way. There's a curve. They won't hear till too late.
The engineer of his train can't stop for orders short of this station, for the reason that there are no stations." "An' thim Sooz is in ambush near here?" queried Casey, reflectively. "Shure thot could only be in wan place. I rimimber thot higher, narrer pass." "Right. It's steep up-grade coming east. Train can be blocked.
I've always had a hunch that Reddy was really somebody." "Benton 'll work on the cowboy," continued Slingerland, earnestly. "An', son, I ain't so all-fired sure of you." "I'll take what comes," returned Neale, shortly. "Good-bye, old friend. And if you can use us for buffalo-hunting without the 'dom' Sooz, as Casey says; why, we'll come."
But Neale talked; he blazed up in eloquent eulogy of his lineman; before an hour had passed away every one in camp knew that Larry had saved Neale's life. Then the loquacious Casey, intruding upon the cowboy's reserve, got roundly cursed for his pains. "G'wan out among thim Sooz Injuns an' be a dead hero, thin," retorted Casey, as the cowboy stalked off to be alone in the gloom.
"We'll git the rest of the day off," remarked Casey, complacently. "Shane, yez are dom' quiet betoimes. An' Mac, I shure showed yez up to-day." "Ye DID not," retorted McDermott. "I kilt jist twinty-nine Sooz!" "Jist thorty wus moine. An', Mac, as they wus only about fifthy of thim, yez must be a liar." The train drew on toward Medicine Bow. Firing ceased.
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