They were walking back over the ties toward the half-buried 195. The ten-wheeler was on its side in the ditch, nuzzling the opposite bank of a low cutting. Dawson had already divided his men: half of them to place the huge jack-beams and outriggers of the self-contained steam lifting machine to insure its stability, and the other half to trench under the fallen engine and to adjust the chain slings for the hitch.
"It"s a pretty long reach, Fred," said the superintendent. "Going to try it from here?"
"Best place," said the reticent one shortly.
Lidgerwood was looking at his watch.
"Williams will be due here before long with a special from Copah. I don"t want to hold him up," he remarked.
"Thirty minutes?" inquired the draftsman, without taking mind or eye off his problem.
"Oh, yes; forty or fifty, maybe."
"All right, I"ll be out of the way," was the quiet rejoinder.
"Yes, you will!" was McCloskey"s ironical comment, when the draftsman had gone around to the other side of the great crane.
"Let him alone," said Lidgerwood. "It lies in my mind that we are developing a genius, Mac."
"He"ll fall down," grumbled the trainmaster. "That crane won"t pick up the "95 clear the way she"s lying."
"Won"t it?" said Lidgerwood. "That"s where you are mistaken. It will pick up anything we have on the two divisions. It"s the biggest and best there is made. How did you come to get a tool like that on the Red b.u.t.te Western?"
McCloskey grinned.
"You don"t know Gridley yet. He"s a crank on good machinery. That crane was a clean steal."
"What?"
"I mean it. It was ordered for one of the South American railroads, and was on its way to the Coast over the P. S-W. About the time it got as far as Copah, we happened to have a mix-up in our Copah yards, with a ditched engine that Gridley couldn"t pick up with the 60-ton crane we had on the ground. So he borrowed this one out of the P. S-W. yards, used it, liked it, and kept it, sending our 60-ton machine on to the South Americans in its place."
"What rank piracy!" Lidgerwood exclaimed. "I don"t wonder they call us buccaneers over here. How could he do it without being found out?"
"That puzzled more than two or three of us; but one of the men told me some time afterward how it was done. Gridley had a painter go down in the night and change the lettering--on our old crane and on this new one. It happened that they were both made by the same manufacturing company, and were of substantially the same general pattern. I suppose the P. S-W. yard crew didn"t notice particularly that the crane they had lent us out of the through westbound freight had shrunk somewhat in the using. But I"ll bet those South Americans are saying pleasant things to the manufacturers yet."
"Doubtless," Lidgerwood agreed, and now he was not smiling. The little side-light on the former Red-b.u.t.te-Western methods--and upon Gridley--was sobering.
By this time Dawson had got his big lifter in position, with its huge steel arm overreaching the fallen engine, and was giving his orders quietly, but with clean-cut precision.
"Man that hand-fall and take slack! Pay off, Darby," to the hoister engineer. "That"s right; more slack!"
The great tackling-hook, as big around as a man"s thigh, settled accurately over the 195.
"There you are!" snapped Dawson. "Now make your hitch, boys, and be lively about it. You"ve got just about one minute to do it in!"
"Heavens to Betsey!" said McCloskey. "He"s going to pick it up at one hitch--and without blocking!"
"Hands off, Mac," said Lidgerwood good-naturedly. "If Fred didn"t know this trade before, he"s learning it pretty rapidly now."
"That"s all right, but if he doesn"t break something before he gets through----"
But Dawson was breaking nothing. Having designed locomotives, he knew to the fraction of an inch where the balancing hitch should be made for lifting one. Also machinery, and the breaking strains of it, were as his daily bread. While McCloskey was still prophesying failure, he was giving the word to Darby, the hoister engineer.
"Now then, Billy, try your hitch! Put the strain on a little at a time and often. Steady!--now you"ve got her--keep her coming!"
Slowly the big freight-puller rose out of its furrow in the gravel, righting itself to the perpendicular as it came. Antic.i.p.ating the inward swing of it, Dawson was showing his men how to place ties and rails for a short temporary track, and when he gave Darby the stop signal, the hoisting cables were singing like piano strings, and the big engine was swinging bodily in the air in the grip of the crane tackle, poised to a nicety above the steel placed to receive it.
Dawson climbed up to the main-line embankment where Darby could see him, and where he could see all the parts of his problem at once. Then his hands went up to beckon the slacking signals. At the lifting of his finger there was a growling of gears and a backward racing of machinery, a groan of relaxing strains, and a cry of "All gone!" and the 195 stood upright, ready to be hauled out when the temporary track should be extended to a connection with the main line.
"Let"s go up to the other end and see how your understudy is making it, Mac," said the gratified superintendent. "It is quite evident that we can"t tell this young man anything he doesn"t already know about picking up locomotives."
On the way up the track he asked about Clay and Green, the engineer and fireman who were in the wreck.
"They are not badly hurt," said the trainmaster. "They both jumped--on Green"s side, luckily. Clay was bruised considerably, and Green says he knows he plowed up fifty yards of gravel with his face before he stopped--and he looked it. They both went home on 201."
Lidgerwood was examining the cross-ties, which were cut and scarred by the f.l.a.n.g.es of many derailed wheels.
"You have no notion of what did it?" he queried, turning abruptly upon McCloskey.
"Only a guess, and it couldn"t be verified in a thousand years. The "95 went off first, and Clay and Green both say it felt as if a rail had turned over on the outside of the curve."
"What did you find when you got here?"
"Chaos and Old Night: a pile of sc.r.a.p with a hole torn in the middle of it as if by an explosion, and a fire going."
"Of course, you couldn"t tell anything about the cause, under such conditions."
"Not much, you"d say; and yet a queer thing happened. The entire train went off so thoroughly that it pa.s.sed the point where the trouble began before it piled up. I was able to verify Clay"s guess--a rail had turned over on the outside of the curve."
"That proves nothing more than poor spike-holds in a few dry-rotted cross-ties," Lidgerwood objected.
"No; there were a number of others farther along also turned over and broken and bent. But the first one was the only freak."
"How was that?"
"Well, it wasn"t either broken or bent; but when it turned over it not only unscrewed the nuts of the fish-plate bolts and threw them away--it pulled out every spike on both sides of itself and hid them."
Lidgerwood nodded gravely. "I should say your guess has already verified itself. All it lacks is the name of the man who loosened the fish-plate bolts and pulled the spikes."
"That"s about all."
The superintendent"s eyes narrowed.
"Who was missing out of the Angels crowd of trouble-makers yesterday, Mac?"
"I hate to say," said the trainmaster. "G.o.d knows I don"t want to put it all over any man unless it belongs to him, but I"m locoed every time it comes to that kind of a guess. Every bunch of letters I see spells just one name."
"Go on," said Lidgerwood sharply.