Benson"s bridge-timbers."
"Is that so? Did you see the engine?" queried the superintendent quickly.
"No, but I might as well have. She"s there, all right, and they didn"t care enough to even m.u.f.fle her exhaust."
Lidgerwood took a slender gold-banded cigar from his desk-box, and pa.s.sed the box to the ex-engineer.
"We"ll get Mr. Pennington Flemister--and before he is very many hours older," he said definitely. And then: "I wish we were a little more certain of the other man."
Judson bit the end from his cigar, but he forbore to light it. The Red Desert had not entirely effaced his sense of the respect due to a superintendent riding in his own private car.
"It"s a queer sort of a mix-up, Mr. Lidgerwood," he said, fingering the cigar tenderly. "Knowin" what"s what, as some of us do, you"d say them two"d never get together, unless it was to cut each other"s throats."
Lidgerwood nodded. "I"ve heard there was bad blood between them: it was about that building-and-loan business, wasn"t it?"
"Shucks! no; that was only a drop in the bucket," said Judson, surprised out of his att.i.tude of rank-and-file deference. "Hallock was the original owner of the Wire-Silver. Didn"t you know that?"
"No."
"He was, and Flemister beat him out of it--lock, stock, and barrel: just simply reached out an" took it. Then, when he"d done that, he reached out and took Hallock"s wife--just to make it a clean sweep, was the way he bragged about it."
"Heavens and earth!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the listener. Then some of the hidden things began to define themselves in the light of this astounding revelation: Hallock"s unwillingness to go to Flemister for the proof of his innocence in the building-and-loan matter; his veiled warning that evil, and only evil, would come upon all concerned if Lidgerwood should insist; the invasion of the service-car at Copah by the poor demented creature whose cry was still for vengeance upon her betrayer. Truly, Flemister had many crimes to answer for. But the revelation made Hallock"s att.i.tude all the more mysterious. It was unaccountable save upon one hypothesis--that Flemister was able to so play upon the man"s weaknesses as to make him a mere tool in his hands. But Judson was going on to elucidate.
"First off, we all thought Hallock"d kill Flemister. Rankin was never much of a bragger or much of a talker, but he let out a few hints, and, accordin" to Red Desert rulin"s, Flemister wasn"t much better than a dead man, right then. But it blew over, some way, and now----"
"Now he is Flemister"s accomplice in a hanging matter, you would say.
I"m afraid you are right, Judson," was the superintendent"s comment; and with this the subject was dropped.
The early dawn of the summer morning was graying over the desert when the special drew into the Angels yard. Lidgerwood had the yard crew place the service-car on the same siding with the _Nadia_, and near enough so that his guests, upon rising, could pa.s.s across the platforms.
That done, and he saw to the doing of it himself, he climbed the stair in the Crow"s Nest, meaning to s.n.a.t.c.h a little sleep before the labors and hazards of a new day should claim him. But McCloskey, the dour-faced, was waiting for him in the upper corridor--with news that would not wait.
"The trouble-makers have sent us their ultimatum at last," he said gruffly. "We cancel the new "Book of Rules" and reinstate all the men that have been discharged, or a strike will be declared and every wheel on the line will stop at midnight to-night."
Weary to the point of mental stagnation, Lidgerwood still had resilience enough left to rise to the new grapple.
"Is the strike authorized by the labor union leaders?" he asked.
McCloskey shook his head. "I"ve been burning the wires to find out. It isn"t; the Brotherhoods won"t stand for it, and our men are pulling it off by their lonesome. But it"ll materialize, just the same. The strikers are in the majority, and they"ll scare the well-affected minority to a standstill. Business will stop at twelve o"clock to-night."
"Not entirely," said the superintendent, with anger rising. "The mails will be carried, and perishable freight will continue moving. Get every man you can enlist on our side, and buy up all the guns you can find and serve them out; we"ll prepare to fight with whatever weapons the other side may force us to use. Does President Brewster know anything about this?"
"I guess not. They had all gone to bed in the _Nadia_ when the grievance committee came up."
"That"s good; he needn"t know it. He is going over to the Copperette, and we must arrange to get him and his party out of town at once. That will eliminate the women. See to engaging the buckboards for them, and call me when the president"s party is ready to leave. I"m going to rest up a little before we lock horns with these pirates, and you"d better do the same after you get things shaped up for to-night"s hustle."
"I"m needing it, all right," admitted the trainmaster. And then; "Was this pa.s.senger wreck another of the "a.s.sisted" ones?"
"It was. Two men broke a rail-joint on Little b.u.t.te side-cutting for my special--and caught the delayed pa.s.senger instead. Flemister was one of the two."
"And the other?" said McCloskey.
Lidgerwood did not name the other.
"We"ll get the other man in good time, and if there is any law in this G.o.d-forsaken desert we"ll hang both of them. Have you unloaded it all?
If you have, I"ll turn in."
"All but one little item, and maybe you"ll rest better if I don"t tell you that right now."
"Give it a name," said Lidgerwood crisply.
"Bart Rufford has broken jail, and he is here, in Angels."
McCloskey was watching his chief"s face, and he was sorry to see the sudden pallor make it colorless. But the superintendent"s voice was quite steady when he said:
"Find Judson, and tell him to look out for himself. Rufford won"t forgive the episode of the "S"-wrench. That"s all--I"m going to bed."
XX
STORM SIGNALS
Though Lidgerwood had been up for the better part of two nights, and the day intervening, it was apparent to at least one member of the head-quarters force that he did not go to bed immediately after the arrival of the service-car from the west; the proof being a freshly typed telegram which Operator Dix found impaled upon his sending-hook when he came on duty in the despatcher"s office at seven o"clock in the morning.
The message was addressed to Leckhard, superintendent of the Pannikin Division of the Pacific Southwestern system, at Copah. It was in cipher, and it contained two uncodified words--"Fort" and "McCook," which small circ.u.mstance set Dix to thinking--Fort McCook being the army post, twelve miles as the crow flies, down the Pannikin from Copah.
Now Dix was not one of the rebels. On the contrary, he was one of the few loyal telegraphers who had promised McCloskey to stand by the Lidgerwood management in case the rebellion grew into an organized attempt to tie up the road. But the young man had, for his chief weakness, a prying curiosity which had led him, in times past, to experiment with the private office code until he had finally discovered the key to it.
Hence, a little while after the sending of the Leckhard message, Callahan, the train despatcher, hearing an emphatic "Gee whiz!" from Dix"s" corner, looked up from his train-sheet to say, "What hit you, brother?"
"Nothing," said Dix shortly, but Callahan observed that he was hastily folding and pocketing the top sheet of the pad upon which he had been writing. Dix went off duty at eleven, his second trick beginning at three in the afternoon. It was between three and four when McCloskey, having strengthened his defenses in every way he could devise, rapped at the door of his chief"s sleeping-room. Fifteen minutes later Lidgerwood joined the trainmaster in the private office.
"I couldn"t let you sleep any longer," McCloskey began apologetically, "and I don"t know but you"ll give me what-for as it is. Things are thickening up pretty fast."
"Put me in touch," was the command.
"All right. I"ll begin at the front end. Along about ten o"clock this morning Davidson, the manager of the Copperette, came down to see Mr.
Brewster. He gave the president a long song and dance about the tough trail and the poor accommodations for a pleasure-party up at the mine, and the upshot of it was that Mr. Brewster went out to the mine with him alone, leaving the party in the _Nadia_ here."
Lidgerwood said "d.a.m.n!" and let it go at that for the moment. The thing was done, and it could not be undone. McCloskey went on with his report, his hat tilted to the bridge of his nose.
"Taking it for granted that you mean to fight this thing to a cold finish, I"ve done everything I could think of. Thanks to Williams and Bradford, and a few others like them, we can count on a good third of the trainmen; and I"ve got about the same proportion of the operators in line for us. Taking advantage of the twenty-four-hour notice the strikers gave us, I"ve scattered these men of ours east and west on the day trains to the points where the trouble will hit us at twelve o"clock to-night."
"Good!" said Lidgerwood briefly. "How will you handle it?"
"It will handle itself, barring too many broken heads. At midnight, in every important office where a striker throws down his pen and grounds his wire, one of our men will walk in and keep the ball rolling. And on every train in transit at that time, manned by men we"re not sure of, there will be a relief crew of some sort, deadheading over the road and ready to fall in line and keep it coming when the other fellows fall out."