"Ay, that"s good; I heard tell as I wasn"t to have no greenhorn. Ain"t you a pal o" Harry"s?"
There might have been only one Harry amidst the huge army of white employees; but Jim knew who was meant, and nodded promptly.
"And you"re the chap as went off into the swamps, across a lagoon, along with the Police Major, ain"t you?"
"Yes," responded our hero shortly.
"Huh! You and I is going to be pals. Harry"s been blabbing. You don"t happen to have brought that "ere banjo along with you?"
Jim had not, but promised to do so if this new friend liked.
"Why, in course we like," cried Hundley, for that was the man"s name.
"Seems that you"re to live "way down there at Gatun, so the boys along over there will get you of an evening; but you"ll feed with us midday. I tell you, Jim, there"s times when a man feels dull out here, particularly if he"s had a go of fever, same as I have. It takes the life out of a fellow, and ef he ain"t brightened he gets to moping.
That"s why I"m precious keen on music; a song soothes a man. There"s heaps like me up at the club; jest steady, quiet workers, sticking like wax to the job, "cos the most of us can"t settle to pack and leave till we"ve seen the ca.n.a.l completed."
There it was again! Right along the fifty miles of works Jim had come across the same expressions. It mattered not whether a man drove a steam digger or a dirt train, whether he were official or labouring employee, if he were American, as all were, the ca.n.a.l seemed to have driven itself into his brain; the undertaking had become a pet child, a work to be accomplished whatever happened, an exacting friend not to be cast aside or deserted till all was ended and a triumph accomplished. But Jim had heard the request, and promptly acceded.
"I"ll bring the banjo along one of these days right enough," he smiled.
"Perhaps you"ll make a trip down to Gatun and hear one of our concerts.
They tell me there"s to be one within a few days."
Hundley eagerly accepted the invitation, and then proceeded to instruct our hero. As to the latter, he found no great difficulty in understanding the work, and, indeed, in taking charge of the machine.
For here it was not quite as it was with a hundred-ton digger, when the lip of the huge shovel might in some unexpected moment cut its way beneath a ma.s.s of rock, and be brought up short with a jerk capable of doing great damage. The rock drill, on the other hand, pounded away, the engine revolving the drill, while the crew of the machine saw that the gears were thrown out when necessary, and an extra length added to the drill. If the hardened-steel point of the instrument happened to catch--as was sometimes the case--and held up the engine, then steam had to be cut off quickly, the drill reversed and lifted, so as to allow it to begin afresh.
"You never know what"s goin" to happen," explained Hundley; "but most times things is clear and straightforward. You lengthen the drill till you"ve run down about 30 feet: that means eight hours" solid work--a day"s full work, Jim. You don"t see the real result till the next morning; but my, how those dynamite shots do rip the place about! For instance, jest here where we"re sinkin" the drill we"re yards from the edge of the step we"re working on. Well now, that shot"ll be rammed home, and the hole plugged over it. Something"s got to go when dynamite is exploded, and sense there"s all this weight of stuff to the outside of the terrace, and the shot is 30 feet deep, the outer lip gives way, and jest this boring results in tons of rock and dirt being broken adrift. It"s when you see the huge ma.s.s of loose stuff next morning that you realize that you ain"t been doin" nothin"."
At the end of a week Jim was placed in entire charge of a rock drill, while a negro was allocated to the machine to help him. Then, somewhat later than the official had intimated, the motor driller was completed, and our hero was drafted to the Gorgona works for some days, to practise with the implement and get thoroughly accustomed to it. It was a proud day when he occupied the driving seat, threw out his clutch, and set the gears in mesh. Then, the engine buzzing swiftly, and a light cloud of steam coming from the nozzle of the radiator--for, like all rapidly moving motor engines designed for stationary work, the water quickly heated--he set the whole affair in motion, and trundled along the highroad towards the cut.
"If you don"t make a tale of this machine I shall be surprised," said the official, as he bade him farewell. "This motor should get through the rock very quickly, quicker a great deal than the steam-driven ones.
But go steady along the road; steering ain"t so easy."
Easy or not, Jim managed his steed with skill, and soon had the affair on one of the terraces. He had already had a certain part allotted to him, and within an hour of his departure from the works had set his first drill in position. Nor was it long before he realized that the desire of the staff at Gorgona was to be more than realized; for the drill bit its path into the rock swiftly, more so than in the case of the slower revolving steam drills, while there were fewer sudden stops.
That first day he accomplished two bore holes, giving four hours to each operation. His cheeks were flushed with pleasure when he reported progress to the official.
"And the engine?" asked the latter. "She ran well?"
"Couldn"t have gone better," declared Jim. "She gives off ample power, and there is plenty of water for cooling. That machine easily saves the extra dollar wages you offered."
"And will pay us handsomely to repeat it, for then there will be more dirt for the diggers to deal with, and the more there is the sooner the cut will be finished. We can always manage to get extra diggers."
That the innovation was a success was soon apparent to all, and many a time did officials come from the far end of the ca.n.a.l works to watch Jim at work, and to marvel at the swiftness with which his machine opened a way through the rock. It was three months later before anything happened to disturb our hero, and during all that time he continued at his work, coming from Gatun in the early hours, usually aboard an empty spoil train, but sometimes by means of one of the many motor trolley cars which were placed at the disposal of inspectors. At the dinner hour he went off to one of the Commission hotels, and there had a meal, and often enough sang for the men to the banjo which he had since purchased.
When the whistles blew at sundown he pulled on his jacket, placed a mackintosh over his shoulders if it happened to be raining, which was frequently the case, and sought for a conveyance back to Gatun. And often enough these return journeys were made on the engine hauling a loaded spoil trail.
As for Tom and Sam, the two negroes had received posts at the very beginning, the little negro working with the sanitary corps and the huge Tom being made into a black policeman.
"He"s got a way with the darkies," explained Phineas, when announcing the appointment, "and I"ve noticed that they"re mighty civil to him. You see, the majority of our coloured gentry come from the West Indies, and, though they are likely enough boys, they are not quite so bright, I think, as are the negroes from the States. Anyway, Tom has a way with them, and don"t stand any sauce; while, when things are all right, he"s ready to pa.s.s the time of day with all, and throw "em a smile. Gee, how he does laugh! I never saw a negro with a bigger smile, nor a merrier."
It may be wondered what had happened to the worthy and patient Ching.
The Chinaman was far too good a cook to have his talents wasted in the ca.n.a.l zone, and from the very beginning was installed in that capacity at Phineas Barton"s quarters, thus relieving the lady who had formerly done the work. The change, indeed, was all for the best, for now Sadie received more attention.
Three months almost to a day from the date when Jim had begun to run the motor drill the machinery got out of order.
"One of the big ends of a piston flew off," he reported to the official, when the latter arrived. "Before I could stop her running the piston rod had banged a hole through the crank case, and I rather expect it has damaged the crank shaft."
It was an unavoidable accident, and meant that the machine must undergo repair.
"You"ll have to be posted to another job meanwhile, Jim," said the official. "Of course I know that this is none of your doing. We shall be able to see exactly what was the cause of the accident to that piston rod when we"ve taken the engine down. Perhaps one of the big end bolts sheered. Or there may have been a little carelessness when erecting, and a cotter pin omitted. But I don"t think that: my staff is too careful to make errors of that sort. How"d you like to run one of the inspection motor trolleys? They were asking me for a man this morning; for one of the drivers is down with fever. You"d be able to take on the work at once, since you understand motors. Of course there isn"t any timetable to follow. You just run up and down as you"re wanted, and all you"ve got to learn really is where the switches and points are; so as to be able to sidetrack the car out of the way of the dirt trains."
So long as it was work in connection with machinery Jim was bound to be pleased, and accepted the work willingly. The next day he boarded the inspection car at Gatun, and within half an hour had made himself familiar with the levers and other parts. Then he was telephoned for to a spot near Gorgona, and ran the car along the rails at a smart pace.
Twice on the way there he had to stop, reverse his car, and run back to a siding, there to wait on an idle track till a dirt train had pa.s.sed.
"You"ll get to know most every switch in a couple of days," said the negro who was in charge of this particular point, "and sometimes yo"ll be mighty glad that you did come to know "em. Them spoil trains don"t always give too much time, particularly when there"s a big load and they"re coming down the incline from way up by Culebra."
The truth of the statement was brought to our hero"s mind very swiftly; for on the following morning, having run out on the tracks ahead of an empty spoil train, and pa.s.sed a pa.s.senger train at one of the stations, he was slowly running up the incline into the Culebra cut when he heard a commotion in front of him. At once he brought his car to a standstill beside one of the points.
"Specks there"s been a breakdown, or something of that sort," said the man in charge, coming to the side of the car. "The track"s clear enough, but I guess there"ll be a dirt train along most any minute. Are you for runnin" in over the points out of the way?"
At that moment Jim caught sight of something coming towards him.
Suddenly there appeared over the brow of the incline the rear end of a dirt train, and a glance told him that it was loaded. A man was racing along beside one of the cars, somewhere about the centre of the train, and was endeavouring to brake the wheels with a stout piece of timber.
Jim saw the timber suddenly flicked to one side, the man was thrown heavily, then, to his horror, there appeared a whole length of loaded cars racing down towards him, with nothing to stop the mad rush, not even an engine.
"Gee, she"s broken away from the loco!" shouted the man at the points.
"She"s runnin" fast now, but in a while she"ll be fair racing. Time she gets here, which"ll be within the minute, she"ll be doing sixty miles an hour. She"ll run clear way down to Gatun. Come right in over the points."
He ran to open the switch, so that Jim could reach safety, while our hero accelerated his engine in preparation for the movement. Then a sudden thought came to his mind. He recollected the pa.s.senger train which was coming on behind him.
"Man," he shouted, "there"s a pa.s.senger coming "way behind us! The cars were filled with people when I pa.s.sed. She"s ahead of the dirt trains, and of course does not expect to have a full spoil train running down on this line. She"ll be smashed into a jelly."
"So"ll you if you don"t come right in," cried the man, waving to Jim frantically.
But he had a lad of pluck to deal with. Jim realized that between himself and the oncoming pa.s.senger train, now some six miles away perhaps, there lay a margin of safety for himself, if only he could run fast enough before the derelict spoil train racing towards him. But that margin might allow him to warn the driver of the pa.s.senger train. He took the risk instantly, shouted to the pointsman, and began to back his car. Fortunately it was one of those in which the reverse gear applied to all speeds, and, since there was no steering to be done, he was able to proceed at a furious pace.
"Get to the telephone," he bellowed to the man as he went away. "Warn them down the line."
Then began an exciting race between his car and the spoil train; for the latter was composed of many long, heavy trucks, all laden to the brim with rock debris, consequently the smallest incline was sufficient to set them in motion if not properly braked. Now, when the whole line had broken adrift from its engine, and had run on to the Culebra incline, the weight told every instant. The pace soon became appalling, the trucks bounding and scrunching along the tracks, shaking violently, throwing their contents on either side, threatening to upset at every curve, gained upon Jim"s car at every second.
"I"ll have to jump if I can"t get clear ahead," he told himself. "But if I can only keep my distance for a while the incline soon lessens, when the pace of the runaway will get slower. But that man was right; she"s coasting so fast, and has so much weight aboard, that the impetus will take her best part of the way to Gatun."
Once more it was necessary for Jim to do as he had done aboard the motor launch. His ignition and throttle levers were pushed to the farthest notch. He was getting every ounce of power out of his car, desperately striving to keep ahead. But still the train gained. They came to a curve, our hero leading the runaway by some fifty yards, and both running on the tracks at terrific speed. Suddenly the inside wheels of the inspection car lifted. Jim felt she was about to turn turtle and promptly threw himself on to the edge of the car, endeavouring to weigh her down. Over canted the car till it seemed that she must capsize. Jim gave a jerk with all his strength, and slowly she settled down on to her inside wheels again, clattering and jangling on the iron track as she did so. Then he glanced back at the dirt train racing so madly after him.
"She"ll be over," he thought. "She"ll never manage to get round that bend at such a pace."
But weight steadies a freight car, and on this occasion the leading trucks at least managed to negotiate the curve without sustaining damage. The long train, looking like a black, vindictive snake, swung round the bend, with terrific velocity, and came on after him relentlessly. Then, as the last truck but one reached the bend, there was a sudden commotion. The dirt it contained heaved spasmodically and splashed up over the side; it seemed to rise up at the after end in a huge heap, and was followed by the tail of the truck. The whole thing canted up on its head, then swayed outwards, and, turning on its side, crashed on to the track running along beside it. There was a roar, a medley of sounds, while the actual site of the upset was obscured by a huge cloud of dust.
"That"ll do it," thought our hero. "If we have any luck, that upsetting truck will pull the rest of the cars off the road, and bring the whole train to a standstill."
But he was counting his chickens before they were hatched. The cloud of dust blew aside swiftly, and, when he was able to see again, there was the line of cars, nearer by now, leaping madly along, trailing behind them the broken end of the one which had overturned. Right behind, the other portion, together with the greater portion of the last truck of all, was heaped in a confused ma.s.s on the second track of rails, disclosing its underframe and its two sets of bogie wheels to the sky.
"That pa.s.senger train must be only a couple of miles from us now," said Jim, as he desperately jerked at his levers, in the endeavour to force his car more swiftly along the track. "If I can keep ahead for half that distance I shall manage something, for then the incline lessens. Just here she"s going faster if anything. If only I could send this car along quicker!"