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The next morning all the male population of Sunkhaze settlement surveyed with rapt interest the preliminaries of getting up steam under the "Swamp Swogon," as one of the guides had humorously nicknamed the little locomotive. Suddenly a bystander leveled his mittened hand above his eyes and gazed up the long trail across the lake.
"Do you mean that Sunkhaze has kept the Swamp Swogon affair and my kidnapping quiet?" demanded Parker, his face lighting up. He had been fearing what might have gone out to the world about the affair. "A good many was all of a to-do to telegraft it to the sheriff and to your bosses," said the postmaster calmly. "But it seemed better to me to wait a while.
The craft was now close to shore, and was making for the stolid Swogon and its waiting sleds. The stranger's method of construction could now be distinguished, A good half-score of tote-sleds had been lashed together into a sort of runnered raft The sail was the huge canvas used in summer on Ward's lake scow.
When Parker, fully awakening in the early dawn, looked out upon the frosty air, his breath was as visibly voluminous as the puff from an escape-valve of the "Swogon." With his finger-nail he scratched the winter enameling from his window-pane, and through that peep-hole gazed out upon the lake. The frozen expanse stretched steel-white, glary and glistening, a solid sheet of ice.
One cheerful moment for Parker had been when the postmaster informed him of Sunkhaze's equilibrium in the matter of news-monging But a more cheerful moment was when Mank, his foreman, standing with him on the ice above the submerged Swogon told him that a sandbar made out into the lake at that point and that the locomotive was probably lodged on the bar, only a little way below the surface.
The "Swamp Swogon," now that it was running on its own rails and was hauling building materials along the crooked railroad, was renicknamed "The Stump Dodger." Parker's chief pride in the road was necessarily based on the fact that it had been constructed without exceeding the appropriation, a fact that excused many curves.
When the sun went down redly, spreading its broad bands of radiance across ice-sheeted Spinnaker, the Swogon stood bravely at the head of twenty heavily loaded sleds. The start for the Carry was scheduled to occur at daybreak.
Connick," said Parker, dryly, "I thank you for the evening's entertainment, and now that you have done your duty to Colonel Ward I suppose I may return to Sunkhaze." His heart sank as he thought of the poor Swogon weltering in the depths of the lake. "Oh, ye've got to come along with us!" beamed Connick. "Colonel Ward has sent for ye!"
All too soon Parker, craning his neck where he lay on the ice-boat, heard an ominous buckling and crackling of ice, and saw his faithful Swogon disappear below the surface of the lake, her mighty splash sending the water gushing like a silvery geyser into the moonlight.
"There's a surface," cried Parker, in joyous soliloquy, "that will enable the Swogon to haul as much as a P. K. & R. mogul! Jack Frost is certainly a great engineer." He at once put a crew at work getting out more saplings for sleds. In two more trips, with his extra "cars" and with that glassy surface, he believed that every ounce of railroad material could be "yarded" at the Po-quette Carry.
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