"You"ve got just as many guesses as anybody, John. What you can bet on is that he will do something different."
Judson had slouched to the window. When he spoke, it was without turning his head.
"You said something yesterday morning about me feeling for the boss"s throat along with that gang up-town that"s trying to drink itself up to the point of hitting him back. It don"t strike me that way, Mac."
"How does it strike you?"
Judson turned slowly, crossed the room, and sat down in the only vacant chair.
"You know what"s due to happen, Mac. Rufford won"t try it on again the way he tried it night before last. I heard up-town that he has posted his de-fi: Mr. Lidgerwood shoots him on sight or he shoots Mr.
Lidgerwood on sight. You can figure that out, can"t you?"
"Not knowing Mr. Lidgerwood much better than you do, John, I"m not sure that I can."
"Well, it"s easy. Bart"ll walk up to the boss in broad daylight, drop him, and then fill him full o"lead after he"s down. I"ve seen him--saw him do it to Bixby, Mr. Brewster"s foreman at the Copperette."
"Say the rest of it," commanded McCloskey.
"I"ve been thinking. While I"m laying round with nothing much to do, I believe I"ll keep tab on Bart for a little spell. I don"t love him much, nohow."
McCloskey"s face contortion was intended to figure as a derisive smile.
"Pshaw, John!" he commented, "he"d skin you alive. Why, even Jack Hepburn is afraid of him!"
"Jack is? How do you know that?"
McCloskey shrugged again.
"Are you with us, John?" he asked cautiously.
"I ain"t with Bart Rufford and the tin-horns," said Judson negatively.
"Then I"ll tell you a fairy tale," said the trainmaster, lowering his voice. "I gave you notice that Mr. Lidgerwood would do something different: he did it, bright and early this morning; went to Jake Schleisinger, who had to try twice before he could remember that he was a justice of the peace, and swore out a warrant for Rufford"s arrest, on a charge of a.s.sault with intent to kill."
"Sure," said Judson, "that"s what any man would do in a civilized country, ain"t it?"
"Yes, but not here, John--not in the red-colored desert, with Bart Rufford"s name in the body of the warrant."
"I don"t know why not," insisted the engineer stubbornly. "But go on with the story; it ain"t any fairy tale, so far."
"When he"d got the warrant, Schleisinger protesting all the while that Bart"d kill him for issuing it, Mr. Lidgerwood took it to Hepburn and told him to serve it. Jack backed down so fast that he fell over his feet. Said to ask him anything else under G.o.d"s heavens and he"d do it--anything but that."
"Huh!" said Judson. "If I"d took an oath to serve warrants I"d serve "em, if it did make me sick at my stomach." Then he got up and shuffled away to the window again, and when next he spoke his voice was the voice of a broken man.
"I lied to you a minute ago, Mac. I did want my job back. I came over here hopin" that you and Mr. Lidgerwood might be seein" things a little different by this time. I"ve quit the whiskey."
McCloskey wagged his s.h.a.ggy head.
"So you"ve said before, John, and not once or twice either."
"I know, but every man gets to the bottom, some time. I"ve hit bed-rock, and I"ve just barely got sense enough to know it. Let me tell you, Mac, I"ve pulled trains on mighty near every railroad in this country--and then some. The Red b.u.t.te is my last ditch. With my record I couldn"t get an engine anywhere else in the United States. Can"t you see what I"m up against?"
The trainmaster nodded. He was human.
"Well, it"s Maggie and the babies now," Judson went on. "They don"t starve, Mac, not while I"m on top of earth. Don"t you reckon you could make some sort of a play for me with the boss, Jim? He"s got bowels."
McCloskey did not resent the familiarity of the Christian name, neither did he hold out any hope of reinstatement.
"No, John. One or two things I"ve learned about Mr. Lidgerwood: he doesn"t often hit when he"s mad, and he doesn"t take back anything he says in cold blood. I"m afraid you"ve cooked your last goose."
"Let me go in and see him. He ain"t half as hard-hearted as you are, Jim."
The trainmaster shook his head. "No, it won"t do any good. I heard him tell Hallock not to let anybody in on him this morning."
"Hallock be--Say, Mac, what makes him keep that--" Judson broke off abruptly, pulled his hat over his eyes, and said, "Reckon it"s worth while to shove me over to the other side, Jim McCloskey?"
"What other side?" demanded McCloskey.
Judson scoffed openly. "You ain"t making out like you don"t know, are you? Who was behind that break of Rufford"s last night?"
"There didn"t need to be anybody behind it. Bart thinks he has a kick coming because his brother was discharged."
"But there was somebody behind it. Tell me, Mac, did you ever see me too drunk to read my orders and take my signals?"
"No, don"t know as I have."
"Well, I never was. And I don"t often get too drunk to hear straight, either, even if I do look and act like the biggest fool G.o.d ever let live. I was in Cat Biggs"s day before yesterday noon, when I ought to have been down here taking 202 east. There were two men in the back room putting their heads together. I don"t know whether they knew I was on the other side of the part.i.tion or not. If they did, they probably didn"t pay any attention to a drivellin" idiot that couldn"t wrap his tongue around an order for more whiskey."
"Go on!" snapped McCloskey, almost viciously.
"They were talking about "fixing" the boss. One of "em was for the slow and safe way: small bets and a good many of "em. The other was for pulling a straight flush on Mr. Lidgerwood, right now. Number One said no, that things were moving along all right, and it wasn"t worth while to rush. Then something was said about a woman; I didn"t catch her name or just what the hurry man said about her, only it was something about Mr. Lidgerwood"s bein" in shape to mix up in it. At that Number One flopped over. "Pull it off whenever you like!" says he, savage-like."
McCloskey sprang from his chair and towered over the smaller man.
"One of those men was Bart Rufford: who was the other one, Judson?"
Judson was apparently unmoved. "You"re forgettin" that I was plum" fool drunk, Jim. I didn"t see either one of "em."
"But you heard?"
"Yes, one of "em was Rufford, as you say, and up to a little bit ago I"d "a" been ready to swear to the voice of the one you haven"t guessed. But now I can"t."
"Why can"t you do it now?"
"Sit down and I"ll tell you. I"ve been jarred. Everything I"ve told you so far, I can remember, or it seems as if I can, but right where I broke off a cog slipped. I must "a" been drunker than I thought I was. Gridley says he was going by and he says I called him in and told him, fool-wise, all the things I was going to do to Mr. Lidgerwood. He says he hushed me up, called me out to the sidewalk, and started me home.
Mac, I don"t remember a single wheel-turn of all that, and it makes me scary about the other part."
McCloskey relapsed into his swing-chair.
"You said you thought you recognized the other man by his voice. It sounds like a drunken pipe-dream, the whole of it; but who did you think it was?"