And then Mr. Thatcher unbent, and between periods of vigorous mastication at his cud, introduced us to his horses and eagerly explained the advantages that his stable possessed over any other this side of Oakland.
"Very good," I said. "We may want something in your line later. We can find you here at any time, I suppose."
"O Lord, yes. I live here days and sleep here nights. But if you want to take a look at the property before it gets a wetting you"ll have to be pretty spry."
My suggestion of a trade had misled the worthy stableman into the impression that I was considering the purchase of real estate.
"I"ll see about it," I said.
"There"s a big rain coming on, sure," he said warningly, as we turned back to the hotel.
It was a little after one o"clock, but as we approached our quarters Lockhart came running toward me.
"What is it?" I asked, as he panted, out of breath.
"There"s a special train just come in," he said; "an engine and one car.
It"s at the station now."
"So? Did any of our friends come on it?"
"Abrams has gone down to find out."
"Come along then," said I. "We"ll see what is to be seen."
"Don"t!" cried Fitzhugh, catching my arm. "They might get you."
"Nonsense," said I, shaking off his grasp. "Have your revolver ready, and follow me."
CHAPTER XXIII
A PIECE OF STRATEGY
A few idlers were on the platform of the station as we approached with much apparent unconcern, our hands in our overcoat pockets where the weapons lay.
"Where"s the train?" I asked, looking at the bare track.
"Yonder," grunted a native, pointing his thumb lazily up the road where the engine lay by the watering tank, slaking its thirst.
"Well, just let me and Lockhart walk ahead," said Fitzhugh gruffly, as we started along the track. "I shouldn"t have the first idea what we was here for if you was to be knocked over."
Fitzhugh could not be much more in the dark on this point than I, but I let him have his way. If some one was to be shot, I was ready to resign my claim to the distinction in favor of the first comer.
There were perhaps a score of people about the car.
"There"s Abrams," said Lockhart.
"There"s no danger, then," said Fitzhugh with a grin. "See, he"s beckoning to us."
We hastened forward eagerly.
"What is it?" I asked.
"There"s no one here," said Abrams, with a puzzled look.
"Well, this car didn"t come alone," I returned. "Have you asked the engineer?"
"Yes."
"And the fireman?"
"Yes."
"And they say--"
"That it"s against the rules to talk."
"Nonsense; I"ll see them myself." And I went forward to the engine.
The engineer was as close-mouthed as though words were going at a dollar apiece and the market bounding upward. He declined dinner, could not be induced to come and take a drink, and all that could be got out of him was that he was going back to Niles, where he would stop until he got orders from the superintendent.
When I tried to question the fireman, the engineer recovered his tongue, and had so many orders to be attended to that my words were lost in a rattle of coal and clang of iron.
And the engine, having drunk its fill, changed its labored breathing to a hissing and swishing of steam that sent the hot vapor far on both sides, and then gathering speed, puffed its swift way back the road by which it had come, leaving the car deserted on a siding.
"Here"s a go!" cried Fitzhugh. "A regular puzzler!"
"Guess it"s none of the gang, after all," said Lockhart.
Abrams shook his head.
"Don"t you fool yourself," he said. "They"ve landed below here, and maybe they"re in town while we"ve got our mouths open, fly-catching around an empty car."
"Good boy, Abrams," I said. "My opinion exactly."
"And what"s to be done, then?" he asked anxiously.
"For the first thing, to visit the telegraph office at once."
The operator was just locking his little room in the station as we came up.
"No, sir, no telegrams," he said; "none for anybody."
"This is a new way of running trains," I said with a show of indifference, nodding toward the empty car.