Mallory dragged Marjorie away, but she shook her little fist at the conductor, crying: "Do you refuse? Do you dare refuse?"
"I"ve got to," the conductor abjectly insisted.
Marjorie blazed with fury and the siren became a Scylla. "Then I"ll see that my father gets you discharged. If you dare to speak to me again, I"ll order my husband to throw you off this train. To think of being refused a simple little favor by a mere conductor! of a stupid old emigrant train!! of all things!!!"
Then she hurled herself into a chair and pounded her heels on the floor in a tantrum that paralyzed Mallory. Even the conductor tapped him on the shoulder and said: "You have my sympathy."
CHAPTER XXVII
THE DOG-ON DOG AGAIN
As the conductor left the Mallorys to their own devices, it rushed over him anew what sacrilege had been attempted--a fool bride had asked him to stop the Trans-American of all trains!--to go shopping of all things!
He stormed into the smoking room to open the safety valve of his wrath, and found the porter just coming out of the buffet cell with a tray, two hollow-stemmed gla.s.ses and a bottle swaddled in a napkin.
"Say, Ellsworth, what in ---- do you suppose that female back there wants?--wants me to hold the Trans-American while----"
But the porter was in a flurry himself. He was about to serve champagne, and he cut the conductor short:
""Scuse me, boss, but they"s a lovin" couple in the stateroom forward that is in a powerful hurry for this. I can"t talk to you now. I"ll see you later." And he swaggered off, leaving the door of the buffet open. The conductor paused to close it, glanced in, started, stared, glared, roared: "What"s this! Well, I"ll be--a dog smuggled in here!
I"ll break that c.o.o.n"s head. Come out of there, you miserable or"nary hound." He seized the incredulous Snoozleums by the scruff of his neck, growling, "It"s you for the baggage car ahead," and dashed out with his prey, just as Mallory, now getting new bearings on Marjorie"s character, spoke across the rampart of his Napoleonically folded arms:
"Well, you"re a nice one!--making violent love to a conductor before my very eyes. A minute more and I would have----"
She silenced him with a snap: "Don"t you speak to me! I hate you! I hate all men. The more I know men the more I like----" this reminded her, and she asked anxiously: "Where is Snoozleums?"
Mallory, impatient at the shift of subject, snapped back: "Oh, I left him in the buffet with the waiter. What I want to know is how you dare to----"
"Was it a colored waiter?"
"Of course. But I"m not speaking of----"
"But suppose he should bite him?"
"Oh, you can"t hurt those n.i.g.g.e.r waiters. I started to say----"
"But I can"t have Snoozleums biting colored people. It might not agree with him. Get him at once."
Mallory trembled with suppressed rage like an overloaded boiler, but he gave up and growled: "Oh, Lord, all right. I"ll get him when I"ve finished----"
"Go get him this minute. And bring the poor darling back to his mother."
"His mother! Ye G.o.ds!" cried Mallory, wildly. He turned away and dashed into the men"s room with a furious: "Where"s that d.a.m.ned dog?"
He met the porter just returning. The porter smiled: "He"s right in heah, sir," and opened the buffet door. His eyes popped and his jaw sagged: "Why, I lef" him here just a minute ago."
"You left the window open, too," Mallory observed. "Well, I guess he"s gone."
The porter was panic stricken: "Oh, I"m turrible sorry, boss, I wouldn"t have lost dat dog for a fortune. If you was to hit me with a axe I wouldn"t mind."
To his utter befuddlement, Mallory grinned and winked at him, and murmured: "Oh, that"s all right. Don"t worry." And actually laid half a dollar in his palm. Leaving the black lids batting over the starting eyes, Mallory pulled his smile into a long face and went back to Marjorie like an undertaker: "My love, prepare yourself for bad news."
Marjorie looked up, startled and apprehensive: "Snoozleums is ill. He did bite the darkey."
"Worse than that--he--he--fell out of the window."
"When!" she shrieked, "in heaven"s name--when?"
"He was there just a minute ago, the waiter says."
Marjorie went into instant hysterics, wringing her hands and sobbing: "Oh, my darling, my poor child--stop the train at once!"
She began to pound Mallory"s shoulders and shake him frantically. He had never seen her this way either. He was getting his education in advance. He tried to calm her with inexpert words: "How can I stop the train? Now, dearie, he was a nice dog, but after all, he was only a dog."
She rounded on him like a panther: "Only a dog! He was worth a dozen men like you. You find the conductor at once, command him to stop this train--and back up! I don"t care if he has to go back ten miles. Run, tell him at once. Now, you run!"
Mallory stared at her as if she had gone mad, but he set out to run somewhere, anywhere. Marjorie paced up and down distractedly, tearing her hair and moaning, "Snoozleums, Snoozleums! My child. My poor child!" At length her wildly roving eyes noted the bell rope. She stared, pondered, nodded her head, clutched at it, could not reach it, jumped for it several times in vain, then seized a chair, swung it into place, stood up in it, gripped the rope, and came down on it with all her weight, dropping to the floor and jumping up and down in a frenzied dance. In the distance the engine could be heard faintly whistling, whistling for every pull.
The engineer, far ahead, could not imagine what unheard-of crisis could bring about such mad signals. The fireman yelled:
"I bet that crazy conductor is attacked with an epilettic fit."
But there was no disputing the command. The engine was reversed, the air brakes set, the sand run out and every effort made to pull the iron horse, as it were, back on its haunches.
The grinding, squealing, jolting, shook the train like an earthquake.
The shrieking of the whistle froze the blood like a woman"s cry of "Murder!" in the night. The women among the pa.s.sengers echoed the screams. The men turned pale and braced themselves for the shock of collision. Some of them were mumbling prayers. Dr. Temple and Jimmie Wellington, with one idea in their dissimilar souls, dashed from the smoking room to go to their wives.
Ashton and Wedgewood, with no one to care for but themselves, seized windows and tried to fight them open. At last they budged a sash and knelt down to thrust their heads out.
"I don"t see a beastly thing ahead," said Wedgewood, "except the heads of other fools."
"We"re slowing down though," said Ashton, "she stops! We"re safe.
Thank G.o.d!" And he collapsed into a chair. Wedgewood collapsed into another, gasping: "Whatevah are we safe from, I wondah?"
The train-crew and various pa.s.sengers descended and ran alongside the train asking questions. Panic gave way to mystery. Even Dr. Temple came back into the smoking room to finish a precious cigar he had been at work on. He was followed by Little Jimmie, who had not quite reached his wife when the stopping of the train put an end to his excuse for chivalry. He was regretfully mumbling:
"It would have been such a good shansh to shave my life"s wife--I mean my--I don"t know what I mean." He sank into a chair and ordered a drink; then suddenly remembered his vow, and with great heroism, rescinded the order.
Mallory, finding that the train was checked just before he reached the conductor, saw that official"s bewildered wrath at the stoppage and had a fearsome intuition that Marjorie had somehow done the deed. He hurried back to the observation room, where he found her charging up and down, still distraught. He paused at a safe distance and said:
"The train has stopped, my dear. Somebody rang the bell."
"I guess somebody did!" Marjorie answered, with a proud toss of the head. "Where"s the conductor?"