Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 20, 2025
His locomotive drew a string of empties, eastbound, and having had a heavy pull of it coming up the grade to Cliff City, as soon as he had got the highball from the yardmaster there, he had "let her out," and was now coming to the head of the down grade to Hammon at high speed. As it chanced, the wireless receiving station of Tom's new telephone system was not yet completed at Cliff City.
He's a rat, but a rat'll fight when he's cornered an' I don't want to kill him." "I will" replied Mr. Pennycook. "I'd hate to see any more trouble in this town." "Thank you, Dan." "Donna all right?" "Yes." "Who's the feller that interfered?" "Stranger ridin' through." "Hard hit?" "Right lung. He'll pull through." "Hope so" responded the amiable yardmaster, and left. Mr.
It is very still, so still that though he is more than a mile away from the railroad he can hear Johnny Mara, the night yardmaster, bawl out: "Run them three empties over on Number Four track!" the short exhaust of the obedient pony-engine, and the succeeding crash of the cars as they bump against their fellows. It is very still, scarey still.
Mason, sir, an hour ago, after he had attended Tom Grogan. He was on his way to Quarantine in his buggy. He said he left her insensible after dressin' the wound. He thought she might not live till mornin'." "May I ask your name, sir?" asked the president in a courteous tone. "Peter Lathers. I am yardmaster at the U. S. Lighthouse Depot."
"Now here we go, the railroad cars a choo-chooin' up our cañon, same as down here at Sky Top. In the front car is the president, which is Miss Constance, with me clost along, the new yardmaster. Your pa is somewhere back on the train, Miss Constance, with the money to pay off the hands. He's useful, but not inderspensible." "Go on!" applauded Constance. "Who besides us and poor old dad?"
The yardmaster, as he bowed to the nurse and ventured a mild inquiry as to the patient's health, presented a remarkable imitation of a heretofore conscientious dog that has just been discovered in the act of killing a sheep. Poor Daniel was easy prey for the efficient nurse.
Hennage had rejoiced with the yardmaster. Hence, when Mr. Hennage observed Joe sneak into the box-car, he at once surmised that Joe was broke and headed for San Pasqual to renew his fortunes. Having a warm spot in his heart for Dan Pennycook, Mr. Hennage instantly decided to follow Joe in another box- car, which, in brief, is the reason why he had returned to San Pasqual. Presently Mr.
Resentment, which would have been quick in the operator a little earlier, had died in the few moments in which he had faced death. He answered only in the quietest way: "I am the night operator." "The deuce you are!" exclaimed the man bending over him. "Who are you?" demanded the operator, in turn. "I am Callahan, the night yardmaster."
Thomas Osby, Esquire, a little farther back in the foot-hills, if he feels like goin' there. Now I reckon Miss Constance makes Mr. Thomas Osby, Esquire, yardmaster at the new deepot." "Of course," assented Constance; and her father nodded. "That'd be fair, and it'd be easy," went on Tom. "We'll fix it up that-a-way, me and Miss Constance not you.
One of the men knelt at his side and he saw the thin, strong features of a face he had seen among the railroad men, but one that he knew then he was never to forget the face of the yardmaster, Callahan. Callahan knelt in the storm with a good-natured expression. The men about the yardmaster were less kindly. "Who are you, tar heels?" demanded the engineman angrily.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking