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Allie Ash, the brakeman on No. 4, he tells me she used to be in Spokane, and now she'd got her hooks on to some minin' property up in the Coeur d'Alene. Course, this mightn't be the one." The old man had ceased to listen. He was aroused to the need for action. "Get movin', Billy! We can get down to Eden to-night; we'll have the moon fur two hours on the trail soon's the sun's gone.
"I can't say for sure where you can get jobs," the brakeman said, "but if I was in your place I'd get off at the next town. The name of it is Millville, and there are lots of factories there. Maybe you can strike something. I'll speak to the conductor and have him ask the engineer to slow up so you can jump off." "We'd be obliged if you would," Jack said.
With the express messenger and a brakeman carrying Toddles, Kelly kicked in the station door, and set his lamp down on the operator's table. "Hold me up," whispered Toddles and, while they held him, he made the dispatcher's call. Big Cloud answered him on the instant.
Ben had come along the year before Ed and got a steady job as brakeman on the railroad, over on the Coeur d'Alene Branch. He told me he was going to make railroading his life work and had started in at the bottom, which was smart of him, seeing he'd just come off a farm. They probably wouldn't of let him start in at the top.
There was a sound of feet scraping against the car door, a rattle as the seal was broken and the clasp freed, then a rumble and the sudden full roar of the train told the two in the boxes that the door had been opened. Swinging within, the intruder closed the door behind him, and lit a match. Peering from a knot-hole, Jack saw that the detective's guess was correct. It was a brakeman.
The other members of the company laughed all but Mr. Sneed and Wellington Bunn. The former went forward to consult a brakeman as to the prospects of the train becoming snowbound, while Mr. Bunn, who wore his tall hat, and was bundled up in a fur coat, huddled close to the window, and doubtless dreamed of the days when he had played Shakespearean rôles; and wondered if he would play them again.
"Any answer?" he asked at length. "No; that is, none that 'u'd do the matter justice," Albert said, studying the telegram. "Hartley friend o' yours?" "Yes; know him?" "Yes; he boarded where I did in Warsaw." When he came back again, the brakeman said to Albert, in a hesitating way: "Ain't going t' stop off long, I s'pose?" "May an' may not; depends on Hartley. Why?"
So engrossed were the conductor and brakeman and Uncle Jimpson in safely depositing the freezers on the platform, that no one noticed a passenger who had alighted. In fact, it was not until Uncle Jimpson heard Mrs. Sequin's name that he paused from his labor and looked up.
End o' track," the brakeman shouted. "My valise, please." I brought it. The conductor, who like the other officials knew My Lady, pushed through to us and laid hand upon it. "I'll see you out," he announced. "Come ahead." "Pardon. That shall be my privilege," I interposed. But she quickly denied. "No, please. The conductor is an old friend. I shall need no other help I'm perfectly at home.
It was Tom Smithers also a friend of Bob's, who made a point of knowing every employee running into the station. "I see you've got the Placida with you?" began Bob indifferently. "Yep," answered Tom, "and loaded to the axles. All except passengers. She's running light on them. Two boys and a coon." "I just had a talk with them," remarked Bob, carelessly offering the brakeman a cigar.
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