Ormsby dashed off a brief message to Kent, giving three or four addresses at which he might be found.
"Send that, and have them try the Union Station train platform first.
Don"t let them spare expense at the other end, and if you can bring proof of delivery to Room 261 within half an hour, it means a month"s pay to you, individually. Can you do it?"
But the operator was already claiming the wire, writing "deth," "deth,"
"deth," as rapidly as his fingers could shake off the dots and dashes.
XXVII
BY ORDER OF THE COURT
Between the hours of eight-thirty and ten P.M. the Union Pa.s.senger Station at the capital presents a moving and spirited spectacle. Within the hour and a half, four through and three local trains are due to leave, and the s.p.a.ce within the iron grille that fences off the track platforms from the public part of the station is filled with hurrying throngs of train-takers.
Down at the outer end of the train-shed the stuttering pop-valves of the locomotives, the thunderous trundling of the heavy baggage trucks, and the shrill, monotonous chant of the express messengers checking in their cargoes, lift a din harmonious to the seasoned traveler; a medley softened and distance-diminished for those that crowd upon the gate-keepers at the iron grille.
It was the evening of the last day in the month; the day when the Federative Council of Railway Workers had sent its ultimatum to Receiver Guilford. The reduction in wages was to go into effect at midnight: if, by midnight, the order had not been rescinded, and the way opened for a joint conference touching the removal of certain obnoxious officials, a general strike and tie-up would be ordered. Trains in transit carrying pa.s.sengers or United States mail would be run to their respective destinations; trains carrying perishable freight would be run to division stations: with these exceptions all labor would cease promptly on the stroke of twelve.
Such was the text of the ultimatum, a certified copy of which Engineer Scott had delivered in person into the hands of the receiver at noon.
It was now eight forty-five P.M. The east-bound night express was ready for the run to A. & T. Junction; the fast mail, one hour and thirty-five minutes late from the east, was backing in on track nine to take on the city mail. On track eight, pulled down so that the smoke from the engine should not foul the air of the train-shed, the receiver"s private car, with the 1010 for motive power and "Red" Callahan in the cab, had been waiting since seven o"clock for the order to run special to Gaston. And as yet the headquarters office had made no sign; sent no word of reply to the strike notice.
Griggs was on for the night run eastward with the express; and "Dutch"
Tischer had found himself slated to take the fast mail west. The change of engines on the mail had been effected at the shops; and when Tischer backed his train in on track nine his berth was beside the 1010. Callahan swung down from his cab and climbed quickly to that of the mail engine.
"Annything new at the shops, Dutchy?" he inquired.
"I was not somet"ings gehearing, _nein_. You was dot _Arkoos_ newsbaper dis evening _schen_? He says nodings too, alretty, about dot strike."
"Divil a worrd. Ye might think Scotty"d handed the major a bit av blank paper f"r all the notice he"s taking. More thin that, he"s lavin" town, wid me to pull him. The Naught-seven"s to run special to Gaston--bad cess to ut!"
"Vell, I can"d h.e.l.lup id," said the phlegmatic Bavarian. "I haf the mail and egspress got, and I go mit dem t"rough to Pighorn. You haf der brivate car got, and you go mit dem t"rough to Gaston. Den ve qvits, ain"d it?"
Callahan nodded and dropped to the platform. But before he could mount to the foot-board of the 1010, M"Tosh collared him.
"Patsy, I have your orders, at last. Your pa.s.sengers will be down in a few minutes, and you are to pull out ahead of the express."
"Is it to Gaston I"m goin", Misther M"Tosh?"
The fireman was standing by with the oil can and torch, ready to Callahan"s hand, and the train-master drew the engineer aside.
"Shovel needn"t hear," he said in explanation. And then: "Are you willing to stand with us, Patsy? You"ve had time enough to think it over."
Callahan stood with his arms folded and his cap drawn down over his eyes.
""Tis not f"r meself I"m thinkin", Misther M"Tosh, as ye well know. But I"m a widdy man; an" there"s the bit colleen in the convint."
"She"ll be well cared for, whatever happens to you," was the quick reply.
"Thin I"m yer man," said Callahan; and when the train-master was gone, he ordered Shovel to oil around while he did two or three things which, to an initiated onlooker, might have seemed fairly inexplicable. First he disconnected the air-hose between the car and the engine, tying the ends up with a stout cord so that the connection would not seem to be broken.
Next he crawled under the Naught-seven and deliberately bled the air-tank, setting the c.o.c.k open a mere hair"s-breadth so that it would leak slowly but surely until the pressure was entirely gone.
Then he got a hammer and sledge out of the engine tool-box, and after hooking up the safety-chain couplings between the private car and the 1010, he crippled the points of the hooks with the hammer so that they could not be disengaged without the use of force and the proper tools.
"There ye are, ye ould divil"s band-wagon," he said, apostrophizing the private car when his work was done. "Ye"ll ride this night where Patsy Callahan dhrives, an" be dommed to ye."
Meanwhile the train-master had reached the iron grille at the other end of the long track platform. At a small wicket used by the station employees and trainmen, Kent was waiting for him.
"Is it all right, M"Tosh? Will he do it?" he asked anxiously.
"Yes, Patsy"s game for it; I knew he would be. He"d put his neck in a rope to spite the major. But it"s a crazy thing, Mr. Kent."
"I know it; but if it will give me twenty-four hours--"
"It won"t. They can"t get home on our line because we"ll be tied up. But they can get the Naught-seven put on the Overland"s Limited at A. & T.
Junction, and that will put them back here before you"ve had time to turn around twice. Have they come down yet?"
"No," said Kent; and just then he saw Loring coming in from the street entrance and went to meet him.
"I have the final word from Boston," said the ex-manager, when he had walked Kent out of earshot of the train-takers. "Your terms are accepted--with all sorts of safeguards thrown about the "no cure, no pay"
proviso; also with a distinct repudiation of you and your scheme if there is anything unlawful afoot. Do you still think it best to keep me in the dark as to what you are doing?"
"Yes; there are enough of us involved, as it stands. You couldn"t help; and you might hinder. Besides, if the mine should happen to explode in our direction it"ll be a comfort to have a foot-loose friend or two on the outside to pick up the pieces of us."
Loring was polishing his eye-gla.s.ses with uncommon vigor.
"I wish you"d drop it, David, if it isn"t too late. I can"t help feeling as if I had prodded you into it, whatever it is."
Kent linked arms with him and led him back to the street entrance.
"Go away, Grantham, and don"t come back again," he commanded. "Then you can swear truthfully that you didn"t know anything about it. It is too late to interfere, and you are not responsible for me. Go up to see Portia; she"ll keep you interested while you wait."
When Loring was gone, Kent went back to the wicket in the grille; but M"Tosh, who was always a busy man at train-time, had disappeared again.
It was a standing mystery to the train-master, and to the rank and file, why Receiver Guilford had elected to ignore the fact that he was within three hours of a strike which promised to include at least four-fifths of his operatives; had taken no steps for defense, and had not confided, as it appeared, in the members of his own official staff.
But Kent was at no loss to account for the official silence. If the secret could be kept for a few hours longer, the junto would unload the Trans-Western, strike, tie-up and general demoralization, upon an unsuspecting Overland management.
None the less, there were other things unexplainable even to Kent; for one, this night flitting to Gaston to put the finishing touch on an edifice of fraud which had been builded shamelessly in the light of day.
Kent had not the key to unlock this door of mystery; but here the master spirit of the junto was doing, not what he would, but what he could. The negotiations for the lease had consumed much time at a crisis when time was precious. Judge MacFarlane had to be recalled and once more bullied into subjection; and Falkland, acting for the Plantagould interest, had insisted upon some formal compliance with the letter of the law.
Bucks had striven masterfully to drive and not be driven; but the delays were inexorable, and the impending strike threatened to turn the orderly charge into a rout. The governor had postponed the _coup_ from day to day, waiting upon the leisurely movements of Falkland; and at the end of the ends there remained but three hours of the final day of grace when the telegram came from Falkland with the welcome news that the Overland officials were on their way from Midland City to keep the appointment in Gaston.
Of all this Kent knew nothing, and was anxious in just proportion as the minutes elapsed and the time for the departure of the east-bound express drew near. For the success of the desperate venture turned upon this: that the receiver"s special must leave ahead of the pa.s.senger train. With the express blocking the way the difficulties became insurmountable.