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"Here, Cristy!" he shouted. "This way. The Saucer! Make for the Saucer! Are you all right?" "Yes," she panted. "Oh, Philip, Svenson call Svenson!" Neither of them gave thought to the familiar names by which they addressed each other under the stress of the moment. "Here, Cork. Help her. Hustle back, the both of you." There was no time to lose.
For a moment the two men beside him stood gazing down, awe-stricken and dismayed. Then they turned and ran as hard as they could go, back up the logging trail. It was the signal for the retreat of every member of the gang who could slip out of sight into the woods; but not before Svenson had gathered together every weapon they possessed.
Svenson, the caller, who brought the order from the Copah sub-despatcher's office, unloaded his news upon the circle of R.B.W. engineers, firemen, and roundhouse roustabouts lounging on the benches in the tool-room and speculating morosely upon the probable changes which the new management would bring to pass. "Ve bane got dem new boss, Ay vant to tal you fallers," he drawled.
Svenson was indeed proving himself "gude smart mans," and that was, in very truth, "no yoke." Svenson was making good his promise "tew rase hell." "Oh boy! Oh boy!" McCorquodale kept muttering to himself, pausing an instant in amazed admiration. One glance assured Kendrick that the girl was nowhere in sight. Evidently Cristy was carrying out instructions to the letter. Stiles! Where was Stiles?
Svenson lagged behind to gulp the remainder of his coffee and as his heavy boots clumped noisily across the rough wooden floor he ventured to look again timidly at the very pretty young lady who sat beside the stove. Her friendly nod and smile sent him stumbling clumsily out over the doorstep with reddened face and a huge grin of ecstatic delight. "Delicious!" she laughed softly. "Snf! Snf!
He got up and I put my arm around him and, as luck would have it the road was down hill. We had to stop and rest several times but we got there and the Lord must have impressed Sister Svenson for she had some broth all ready made, but as she was preparing to serve it the trouble in his lungs began again and he went to the wash room. I fell prostrate on the floor crying to God for help for him.
Anna Svenson laughed contemptuously, as if such affairs were a part of men's foolishness. "They're talking of going out, all the railroad men, if the roads use the Pullmans. That's what John has gone to see about. Work is hard to find, so they're going to make less of it." She stood easily, her arms by her side, watching Mrs. Preston eat, and talking in an even, unexcited tone.
It was an odd procession which filed out on the riverbank twenty minutes later. First came Svenson, carrying across his great shoulder the still unconscious form of the bootlegger. Behind him walked Jimmy Stiles, supported by Kendrick. McCorquodale brought up the rear, loaded down with confiscated rifles. They found Svenson's big canoe unharmed.
And when the Svenson wedding presents no longer furnished excuses, for the very good reason that they had been shipped to their destination, there was always something else that needed consultation, such as President Wade's flattering offer to Phil to join the executive of the Canadian Lake Shores Railway or the very exceptional investment opportunity that presented itself in connection with a certain choice suburban villa with a wonderful lake frontage.
And while Svenson, the big Swede, and the two Norwegians snatched off their caps and grinned, Thorlakson endeavored to convey their entire satisfaction. "Yaow, Meester Vade, sir, it is wery suffeecient," he assured in his best English as he shook hands with profound respect. When he turned to Kendrick there was added his evident admiration of the young man's generosity.
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