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Why was I not spared the task of enlightening it?" answered the courier. "Conditions are stumbling-blocks placed in the way of successful trackmen, football players, and rowing men by non-appreciative and envious professors." "'Joseph Gould Hudson, University of Yalvard," read Frank from the fly-leaf of the Memorabilia. "Is that your name, Mr. Hudson?" "I'm so borne on the Yalvard catalogue."
Bart walked rapidly back the way he had come. It was just a quarter of seven when he reached a half-street extending along and facing the railroad tracks for a single square. The Sharp Corner was a second-class groggery and boarding house, patronized almost entirely by the poorest and most shiftless class of trackmen.
Elder!" cried the apparent tramp. More men appeared. "The tramp who burned the car!" rose the cry. "Lynch him! Lynch him!" Elder dove back the way he had come. The trackmen raced for the nearest openings, and dove after. As Elder dashed for the next train several of his pursuers sprang into view but a car-length away. "Head him off! Don't let him get away!" they shouted.
Anyhow, you are to be congratulated on your purchase. The English trackmen are bursting with envy. To judge by that, you ought to have an immense success." "But, for heaven's sake, how do you know all this?" "Dear me, didn't your purchase appear in all the sporting papers?" "Do you read those papers?" "Surely.
The other was a young man whom, four years previous, I had frequently met in a sailor boarding-house in Liverpool. I remembered parting with him at Prince's Dock Gates, in the midst of a swarm of police-officers, trackmen, stevedores, beggars, and the like.
Reed Young had gone with an engine to wire reënforcements, and McCloud, active among the trackmen until the conflagration spent itself, had retired to the shade of the hill. Reclining against a rock with his legs crossed, he had clasped his hands behind his head and sat looking at the iron writhing in the dying heat of the fire.
It was a strange, restless populace, the majority here to-day, disappearing to-morrow cowboys, half-breeds, trackmen, graders, desperadoes, gamblers, saloon-keepers, merchants, generally Jewish, petty officials, and a riff-raff no one could account for, mere floating debris. The town was an eddy catching odd bits of driftwood such as only the frontier ever knew.
After a long, weary ride of eight or nine miles over the worst of country roads New Florence, fourteen miles from Johnstown, was reached. The road bed between this place and Bolivar was washed out in many places. The trackmen and the wreck crews were all night in the most dangerous portions of the road.
He returned to the ruins and began poking the debris aside. He was thus engaged when some trackmen, lounging the day away over on a freight platform, sauntered up to the spot. "Why don't you work holidays, Stirling?" asked one of them satirically. "Somebody has got to work to get this mess in shipshape order," retorted Bart.
The fat, black cat seemed to have completely disappeared. "I've had the switchmen and trackmen keep a lookout for some time past," the agent told Nan, for Mr. Bobbsey did a large business in shipping lumber over the railroad, and many of the men were his friends.
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