"Hallock came somewhere up this way on 202 yesterday."
"I know," was the quick reply. "I sent him out to Navajo to meet Cruikshanks, the cattleman with the long claim for stock injured in the Gap wreck two weeks ago."
"Did he stop at Navajo?" queried the trainmaster.
"I suppose so; at any rate, he saw Cruikshanks."
"Well, I haven"t got any more guesses, only a notion or two. This is a pretty stiff up-grade for 202--she pa.s.ses here at two-fifty--just about an hour before Clay found that loosened rail--and it wouldn"t be impossible for a man to drop off as she was climbing this curve."
But now the superintendent was shaking his head.
"It doesn"t hold together, Mac; there are too many parts missing. Your hypothesis presupposes that Hallock took a day train out of Angels, rode twelve miles past his destination, jumped off here while the train was in motion, pulled the spikes on this loosened rail, and walked back to Navajo in time to see the cattleman and get in to Angels on the delayed Number 75 this morning. Could he have done all these things without advertising them to everybody?"
"I know," confessed the trainmaster. "It doesn"t look reasonable."
"It isn"t reasonable," Lidgerwood went on, arguing Hallock"s case as if it were his own. "Bradford was 202"s conductor; he"d know if Hallock failed to get off at Navajo. Gridley was a pa.s.senger on the same train, and he would have known. The agent at Navajo would be a third witness.
He was expecting Hallock on that train, and was no doubt holding Cruikshanks. Your guesses prefigure Hallock failing to show up when the train stopped at Navajo, and make it necessary for him to explain to the two men who were waiting for him why he let Bradford carry him by so far that it took him several hours to walk back. You see how incredible it all is?"
"Yes, I see," said McCloskey, and when he spoke again they were several rail-lengths nearer the up-track end of the wreck, and his question went back to Lidgerwood"s mention of the expected special.
"You were saying something to Dawson about Williams and a special train; is that Mr. Brewster coming in?"
"Yes. He wired from Copah last night. He has Mr. Ford"s car--the _Nadia_."
The trainmaster"s face-contortion was expressive of the deepest chagrin.
"Suffering Moses! but this is a nice thing for the president of the road to see as he comes along! Wouldn"t the luck we"re having make a dog sick?"
Lidgerwood shook his head. "That isn"t the worst of it, Mac. Mr.
Brewster isn"t a railroad man, and he will probably think this is all in the day"s work. But he is going to stop at Angels and go over to his copper mine, which means that he will camp right down in the midst of the mix-up. I"d cheerfully give a year"s salary to have him stay away a few weeks longer."
McCloskey was not a swearing man in the Red Desert sense of the term, but now his comment was an explosive exclamation naming the conventional place of future punishment. It was the only word he could find adequately to express his feelings.
The superintendent changed the subject.
"Who is your foreman, Mac?" he inquired, as a huge ma.s.s of the tangled sc.r.a.p was seen to rise at the end of the smaller derrick"s grapple.
"Judson," said McCloskey shortly. "He asked leave to come along as a laborer, and when I found that he knew more about train-sc.r.a.pping than I did, I promoted him." There was something like defiance in the trainmaster"s tone.
"From the way in which you say it, I infer that you don"t expect me to approve," said Lidgerwood judicially.
McCloskey had been without sleep for a good many hours, and his patience was tenuous. The derby hat was tilted to its most contentious angle when he said:
"I can"t fight for you when you"re right, and not fight against you when I think you are wrong, Mr. Lidgerwood. You can have my head any time you want it."
"You think I should break my word and take Judson back?"
"I think, and the few men who are still with us think, that you ought to give the man who stood in the breach for you a chance to earn bread and meat for his wife and babies," snapped McCloskey, who had gone too far to retreat.
Lidgerwood was frowning when he replied: "You don"t see the point involved. I can"t reward Judson for what you, yourself, admit was a personal service. I have said that no drunkard shall pull a train on this division. Judson is no less a drink-maniac for the fact that he arrested Rufford when everybody else was afraid to."
McCloskey was mollified a little.
"He says he has quit drinking, and I believe him this time. But this job I"ve given him isn"t pulling trains."
"No; and if you have cooled off enough, you may remember that I haven"t yet disapproved your action. I don"t disapprove. Give him anything you like where a possible relapse on his part won"t involve the lives of other people. Is that what you want me to say?"
"I was hot," said the trainmaster, gruffly apologetic. "We"ve got none too many friends to stand by us when the pinch comes, and we were losing them every day you held out against Judson."
"I"m still holding out on the original count. Judson can"t run an engine for me until he has proved conclusively and beyond question that he has quit the whiskey. Whatever other work you can find for him----"
McCloskey slapped his thigh. "By George! I"ve got a job right now! Why on top of earth didn"t I think of him before? He"s the man to keep tab on Hallock."
But now Lidgerwood was frowning again.
"I don"t like that, Mac. It"s a dirty business to be shadowing a man who has a right to suppose that you are trusting him."
"But, good Lord! Mr. Lidgerwood, haven"t you got enough to go on?
Hallock is the last man seen around the engine that disappears; he spends a lot of his time swapping grievances with the rebels; and he is out of town and within a few miles of here, as you know, when this wreck happens. If all that isn"t enough to earn him a little suspicion----"
"I know; I can"t argue the case with you, Mac, But I can"t do it."
"You mean you won"t do it. I respect your scruples, Mr. Lidgerwood. But it is no longer a personal matter between you and Hallock: the company"s interests are involved."
Without suspecting it, the trainmaster had found the weak joint in the superintendent"s armor. For the company"s sake the personal point of view must be ignored.
"It is such a despicable thing," he protested, as one who yields reluctantly. "And if, after all, Hallock is innocent----"
"That is just the point," insisted McCloskey. "If he is innocent, no harm will be done, and Judson will become a witness for instead of against him."
"Well," said Lidgerwood; and what more he would have said about the conspiracy was cut off by the shrill whistle of a down-coming train.
"That"s Williams with the special," he announced, when the whistle gave him leave. "Is your flag out?"
"Sure. It"s up around the hill, with a safe man to waggle it."
Lidgerwood cast an anxious glance toward Dawson"s huge derrick-car, which was still blocking the main line. The hoist tackle was swinging free, and the jack-beams and outriggers were taken in.
"Better send somebody down to tell Dawson to pull up here to your temporary siding, Mac," he suggested; but Dawson was one of those priceless helpers who did not have to be told in detail. He had heard the warning whistle, and already had his train in motion.
By a bit of quick shifting, the main line was cleared before Williams swung cautiously around the hill with the private car. In obedience to Lidgerwood"s uplifted finger the brakes were applied, and the _Nadia_ came to a full stop, with its observation platform opposite the end of the wrecking-track.
A big man, in a soft hat and loose box dust-coat, with twinkling little eyes and a curling brown beard that covered fully three-fourths of his face, stood at the hand-rail.
"h.e.l.lo, Howard!" he called down to Lidgerwood. "By George! I"d totally forgotten that you were out here. What are you trying to do? Got so many cars and engines that you have to throw some of them away?"
Lidgerwood climbed up the embankment to the track, and McCloskey carefully let him do it alone. The "h.e.l.lo, Howard!" had not been thrown away upon the trainmaster.
"It looks a little that way, I must admit, Cousin Ned," said the culprit who had answered so readily to his Christian name. "We tried pretty hard to get it cleaned up before you came along, but we couldn"t quite make it."