"Don"t shame me needlessly; of course I didn"t. One of our locomotive engineers, a man whom I had discharged for drunkenness, was the hero. It was a most daring thing. The desperado is known in the Red Desert as "The Killer," and he has had the entire region terrorized so completely that the town marshal of Angels, a man who has never before shirked his duty, refused to serve the warrant. Judson, the engineer, made the capture--took the "terror" from his place in a gambling-den, disarmed him, and brought him in. Judson himself was unarmed, and he did the trick with a little steel wrench such as engineers use about a locomotive."
Miss Brewster, being Colorado-born, was deeply interested.
"Now you are no longer dull, Howard!" she exclaimed. "Tell me in words just how Mr. Judson did it."
"It was an old dodge, so old that it seemed new to everybody. As I told you, Judson was discharged for drunkenness. All Angels knows him for a fighter to the finish when he is sober, and for the biggest fool and the most harmless one when he is in liquor. He took advantage of this, reeled into the gambling-place as if he were too drunk to see straight, played the fool till he got behind his man--after which the matter simplified itself. Rufford, the desperado, had no means of knowing that the cold piece of metal Judson was pressing against his back was not the muzzle of a loaded revolver, and he had every reason for supposing that it was; hence, he did all the things Judson told him to do."
Miss Eleanor did not need to vocalize her approval of Judson; the dark eyes were alight with excitement.
"How fine!" she applauded. "Of course, after that, you took Mr. Judson back into the railway service?"
"Indeed, I did nothing of the sort; nor shall I, until he demonstrates that he means what he says about letting the whiskey alone."
""Until he demonstrates"--don"t be so cold-blooded, Howard! Possibly he saved your life."
"Quite probably. But that has nothing to do with his reinstatement as an engineer of pa.s.senger-trains. It would be much better for Rufford to kill me than for me to let Judson have the chance to kill a train-load of innocent people."
"And yet, a few moments ago, you called yourself a coward, cousin mine.
Could you really face such an alternative without flinching?"
"It doesn"t appeal to me as a question involving any special degree of courage," he said slowly. "I am a great coward, Eleanor--not a little one, I hope."
"It doesn"t appeal to you?--dear G.o.d!" she said. "And I have been calling you ... but would you do it, Howard?"
He smiled at her sudden earnestness.
"How generous your heart is, Eleanor, when you let it speak for itself!
If you will promise not to let it change your opinion of me--you shouldn"t change it, you know, for I am the same man whom you held up to scorn the day we parted--if you will promise, I"ll tell you that for weeks I have gone about with my life in my hands, knowing it. It hasn"t required any great amount of courage; it merely comes along in the line of my plain duty to the company--it"s one of the things I draw my salary for."
"You haven"t told me why this desperado wanted to kill you--why you are in such a deep sea of trouble out here, Howard," she reminded him.
"No; it is a long story, and it would bore you if I had time to tell it.
And I haven"t time, because that is Williams"s whistle for the Angels yard."
He had risen and was helping his companion to her feet when Mrs.
Brewster came to the car door to say:
"Oh, you are out here, are you, Howard? I was looking for you to let you know that we dine in the _Nadia_ at seven. If your duties will permit----"
Lidgerwood"s refusal was apologetic but firm.
"I am very sorry, Cousin Jessica," he protested. "But I left a deskful of stuff when I ran away to the wreck this morning, and really I"m afraid I shall have to beg off."
"Oh, don"t be so dreadfully formal!" said the president"s wife impatiently. "You are a member of the family, and all you have to do is to say bluntly that you can"t come, and then come whenever you can while we are here. Carolyn Doty is dying to ask you a lot more questions about the Red Desert. She confided to me that you were the most interesting talker----"
Miss Eleanor"s interruption was calculated to temper the pa.s.sed-on praise.
"He has been simply boring me to death, mamma, until just a few minutes ago. I shall tell Carolyn that she is too easily pleased."
Mrs. Brewster, being well used to Eleanor"s flippancies, paid no attention to her daughter.
"You will come to us whenever you can, Howard; that is understood," she said. And so the social matter rested.
Lidgerwood was half-way down the platform of the Crow"s Nest, heading for his office and the neglected desk, when Williams"s engine came backing through one of the yard tracks on its way to the roundhouse. At the moment of its pa.s.sing, a little man with his cap pulled over his eyes dropped from the gangway step and lounged across to the head-quarters building.
It was Judson; and having seen him last toiling away man-fashion at the wreck in the Crosswater Hills, Lidgerwood hailed him.
"h.e.l.lo, Judson! How did you get here? I thought you were doing a turn with McCloskey."
The small man"s grin was ferocious.
"I was, but Mac said he didn"t have any further use for me--said I was too much of a runt to be liftin" and pullin" along with growed-up men. I came down with Williams on the "66."
Lidgerwood turned away. He remembered his reluctant consent to McCloskey"s proposal touching the espial upon Hallock, and was sorry he had given it. It was too late to recall it now; but neither by word nor look did the superintendent intimate to the discharged engineer that he knew why McCloskey had sent him back to Angels on the engine of the president"s special.
XIV
BLIND SIGNALS
Lidgerwood was not making the conventional excuse when he gave the deskful of work as a reason for not accepting the invitation to dine with the president"s party in the _Nadia_. Being the practical as well as the nominal head of the Red b.u.t.te line, and the only official with complete authority west of Copah, his daily mail was always heavy, and during his frequent absences the acc.u.mulations stored up work for every spare hour he could devote to it.
It was this increasing clerical burden which had led him to ask the general manager for a stenographer, and during one of the later absences the young man had come--a rapid, capable young fellow with the gift of knowing how to make himself indispensable to a superior, coupled with the ability to take care of much of the routine correspondence without specific instructions, and with a disposition to be loyal to his salt.
Climbing the stair to his office on the second floor of the Crow"s Nest after the brief exchange of question and answer with Judson, Lidgerwood found his new helper hard at work grinding through the day"s train mail.
"Don"t scamp your meals, Grady," was his greeting to the stenographer, as he opened his own desk. "This is a pretty busy shop, but it is well to remember that there is always another day coming, and if there isn"t, it won"t make any difference how much or how little is left undone."
"Colgan wired that you were on Mr. Brewster"s special, and I was waiting on the chance that you might want to rush something through when you got in," returned the young Irishman, reaching mechanically for his note-book.
"I shall want to rush a lot of it through after a while, but you"d better go and get your supper now and come back fresh for it," said the superintendent, who was always humane to every one but himself. "Was there anything special in to-day"s mail?"
"Only this," turning up a letter marked "Immediate" and bearing the cancellation stamp of the postal car which had pa.s.sed eastward on Train 202.
Lidgerwood read the marked letter twice before he placed it face down in the "unanswered" basket. It was from Flemister, and it called for a decision which the superintendent was willing to postpone for the moment. After he had read thoughtfully through everything else on the waiting list, he took up the mine-owner"s letter again. All things considered, it was a little puzzling. He had not seen Flemister since the day of the rather spiteful conversation, with the building-and-loan theft for a topic, and on that occasion the mine-owner had gone away with threats in his mouth. Yet his letter was distinctly friendly, conveying an offer of neighborly help.
The occasion for the neighborliness arose upon a right-of-way involvement. Acting under instructions from Vice-President Ford, Lidgerwood had already begun to move in the matter of extending the Red b.u.t.te Western toward the Nevada gold-fields, and Benson had been running preliminary surveys and making estimates of cost. Of the two more feasible routes, that which left the main line at Little b.u.t.te, turning southward up the Wire-Silver gulch, had been favorably reported on by the engineer. The right of way over this route, save for a few miles through an upland valley of cattle ranches, could be acquired from the government, and among the ranch owners only one was disposed to fight the coming of the railroad--for a purely mercenary purpose, Benson declared.
It was about this man, James Grofield, that Flemister wrote. The ranchman, so the letter stated, had pa.s.sed through Little b.u.t.te early in the day, on his way to Red b.u.t.te. He would be returning by the accommodation late in the afternoon, and would stop at the Wire-Silver mine, where he had stabled his horses. For some reason he had taken a dislike to Benson, but if Lidgerwood could make it convenient to come over to Little b.u.t.te on the evening pa.s.senger-train from Angels, the writer of the letter would arrange to keep Grofield over-night, and the right-of-way matter could doubtless be settled satisfactorily.
This was the substance of the mine-owner"s letter, and if Lidgerwood hesitated it was partly because he was suspicious of Flemister"s sudden friendliness. Then the motive--Flemister"s motive--suggested itself, and the suspicion was put to sleep. The Wire-Silver mine was five miles distant from the main line at Little b.u.t.te, at the end of a spur; if the extension should be built, it would be a main-line station, with all the advantages accruing therefrom. Flemister was merely putting the personal animosities aside for a good and sufficient business reason.
Lidgerwood looked at his watch. If Grady should not be gone too long, he might be able to work through the pile of correspondence and get away on the evening pa.s.senger; and when the stenographer came back the work was attacked with that end in view. But after an hour"s rapid dictating, a long-drawn whistle signal announced the incoming of the train he was trying to make and warned him that the race against time had failed.
"It"s no use; we"ll have to make two bites of it," he said to Grady, and then he left his desk to go downstairs for a breathing moment and the cup of coffee which he meant to subst.i.tute for the dinner which the lack of time had made him forego.