"How lucidly communicative you are! Can"t you see that I am fairly stifling with curiosity?"
"I"m sorry, but you shall not have the chance to say that I was overwrought twice in the same half-day."
"Howard! Don"t be little and spiteful. I"ll eat humble pie and call myself hard names, if you insist; only--gracious goodness! is that engine going to smash into our car?"
The anxious query hinged itself upon the approach of a big, eight-wheeled pa.s.senger flyer which was thundering down the yard on the track occupied by the _Nadia_. Within half a car-length of collision, the air-brake hissed, the siderods clanked and chattered, and the shuddering monster rolled gently backward to a touch coupling with the president"s car.
Eleanor"s hand was on her cousin"s arm. "Howard, what does this mean?"
she demanded.
"Nothing, just at present; it is merely a precaution."
"You are not going to take us away from Angels?"
"Not now; not at all, unless your safety demands it." Then he rose and spoke to the others. "I"m sorry to have to shut off your moon-vista with that noisy beast, but it may be necessary to move the car, later on.
Don"t get out of touch with the _Nadia_, any of you, please."
He had vaulted the hand-rail and was saying good-night, when Eleanor left her chair and entered the car. He was not greatly surprised to find her waiting for him at the steps of the forward vestibule when he had gone so far on his way to his office.
"One moment," she pleaded. "I"ll be good, Howard; and I know that there _is_ danger. Be very careful of yourself, won"t you, for my sake."
He stopped short, and his arms went out to her. Then his self-control returned and his rejoinder was almost bitter.
"Eleanor, you must not! you tempt me past endurance! Go back to Van--to the others, and, whatever happens, don"t let any one leave the car."
"I"ll do anything you say, only you _must_ tell me where you are going,"
she insisted.
"Certainly; I am going up to my office--where you found me this afternoon. I shall be there from this on, if you wish to send any word.
I"ll see that you have a messenger. Good-by."
He left her before her sympathetic mood should unman him, his soul crying out at the kindness which cut so much more deeply than her mockery. At the top of the corridor stair McCloskey was waiting for him.
"Judson has told you what"s due to happen?" queried the trainmaster.
"He told me to look for swift trouble; that somebody had betrayed your strike-breaking scheme."
"He says they"ll try to keep the east-bound freights from going out."
"That would be a small matter. But we mustn"t lose the moral effect of taking the first trick in the game. Are the sections all in line on the long siding?"
"Yes."
"Good. We"ll start them a little ahead of time; and let them kill back to schedule after they get out on the road. Send Bogard down with their clearance orders, and "phone Benson at the yard office to couple them up into one train, engine to the caboose in front, and send them out solid.
When they have cleared the danger limit, they can split up and take the proper time intervals--ten minutes apart."
"Call it done," said the trainmaster, and he went to carry out the order. Two minutes later Bogard, the night-relief operator off duty, darted out of the despatcher"s room with the clearance-cards for the three sections. Lidgerwood stopped him in mid-flight.
"One second, Robert: when you have done your errand, come back to the president"s car, ask for Miss Brewster, and say that I sent you. Then stay within call and be ready to do whatever she wants you to do."
Bogard did the first part of his errand swiftly, and he was taking the duplicate signatures of the engineer and conductor of the third and last section when Benson came up to put the solid-train order into effect.
The couplings were made deftly and without unnecessary stir. Then Benson stepped back and gave the starting signal, twirling his lantern in rapid circles. Synchronized as perfectly as if a single throttle-lever controlled them all, the three heavy freight-pullers hissed, strained, belched fire, and the long train began to move out.
It was Lidgerwood"s challenge to the outlaws, and as if the blasts of the three tearing exhausts had been the signal it was awaiting, the strike storm broke with the suddenness and fury of a tropical hurricane.
From a hundred hiding-places in the car-strewn yard, men came running, some to swarm thickly upon the moving engines and cabooses, others swinging by the drawheads to cut the air-brake hose.
Benson was swept aside and overpowered before he could strike a blow.
Bogard, speeding across to take his post beside the _Nadia_, was struck down before he could get clear of the pouring hornet swarm. Shots were fired; shrill yells arose. Into the midst of the clamor the great siren whistle at the shops boomed out the fire alarm, and almost at the the same instant a red glow, capped by a rolling nimbus of sooty oil smoke, rose to beacon the destruction already begun in the shop yards. And while the roar of the siren was still jarring upon the windless night air, the electric-light circuits were cut out, leaving the yards and the Crow"s Nest in darkness, and the frantic battle for the trains to be lighted only by the moon and the lurid glow of destruction spreading slowly under its black canopy of smoke.
In the Crow"s Nest the sudden coup of the strikers had the effect which its originator had doubtless counted upon. It was some minutes after the lights were cut off, and the irruption had swept past the captured and disabled trains to the shops, before Lidgerwood could get his small garrison together and send it, with McCloskey for its leader, to reinforce the shop guard, which was presumably fighting desperately for the control of the power plant and the fire pumps.
Only McCloskey"s protest and his own anxiety for the safety of the _Nadia"s_ company, kept Lidgerwood from leading the little relief column of loyal trainmen and head-quarters clerks in person. The l.u.s.t of battle was in his blood, and for the time the shrinking palsy of physical fear held aloof.
When the sally of the trainmaster and his forlorn-hope squad had left the office-story of the head-quarters building almost deserted, it was the force of mere mechanical habit that sent Lidgerwood back to his room to close his desk before going down to order the _Nadia_ out of the zone of immediate danger. There was a chair in his way, and in the darkness and in his haste he stumbled over it. When he recovered himself, two men, with handkerchief masks over their faces, were entering from the corridor, and as he turned at the sound of their footsteps, they sprang upon him.
For the first rememberable time in his life, Howard Lidgerwood met the challenge of violence joyfully, with every muscle and nerve singing the battle-song, and a huge willingness to slay or be slain arming him for the hand-to-hand struggle. Twice he drove the lighter of the two to the wall with well-planted blows, and once he got a deadly wrestler"s hold on the tall man and would have killed him if the free accomplice had not torn his locked fingers apart by main strength. But it was two against one; and when it was over, the conflagration light reddening the southern windows sufficed for the knotting of the piece of hemp lashing with which the two masked garroters were binding their victim in his chair.
Meanwhile, the pandemonium raging at the shops was beginning to surge backward into the railway yard. Some one had fired a box-car, and the upblaze centred a fresh fury of destruction. Up at the head of the three-sectioned freight train a mad mob was cutting the leading locomotive free.
Dawson, crouching in the roundhouse door directly opposite, knew all that Judson could tell him, and he instantly divined the purpose of the engine thieves. They were preparing to send the freight engine eastward on the Desert Division main line to collide with and wreck whatever coming thing it was that they feared.
The threatened deed wrought itself out before the draftsman could even attempt to prevent it. A man sprang to the footboard of the freed locomotive, jerked the throttle open, stayed at the levers long enough to hook up to the most effective cut-off for speed, and jumped for his life.
Dawson was deliberate, but not slow-witted. While the abandoned engine was, as yet, only gathering speed for the eastward dash, he was dodging the straggling rioters in the yard, racing purposefully for the only available locomotive, ready and headed to chase the runaway--namely, the big eight-wheeler coupled to the president"s car. He set the switch to the main line as he pa.s.sed it, but there was no time to uncouple the engine from the private car, even if he had been willing to leave the woman he loved, and those with her, helpless in the midst of the rioting.
So there was no more than a gasped-out word to Williams as he climbed to the cab before the eight-wheeler, with the _Nadia_ in tow, shot away from the Crow"s Nest platform. And it was not until the car was growling angrily over the yard-limit switches that Van Lew burst into the central compartment like a man demented, to demand excitedly of the three women who were clinging, terror-stricken, to Judge Holcombe:
"Who has seen Miss Eleanor? Where is Miss Eleanor?"
XXIII
THE CRUCIBLE
Only Miss Brewster herself could have answered the question of her whereabouts at the exact moment of Van Lew"s asking. She was left behind, standing aghast in the midst of tumults, on the platform of the Crow"s Nest. Terrified, like the others, at the sudden outburst of violence, she had ventured from the car to look for Lidgerwood"s messenger, and in the moment of frightened bewilderment the _Nadia_ had been whisked away.
Naturally, her first impulse was to fly, and the only refuge that offered was the superintendent"s office on the second floor. The stairway door was only a little distance down the platform, and she was presently groping her way up the stair, praying that she might not find the offices as dark and deserted as the lower story of the building seemed to be.
The light of the shop-yard fire, and that of the burning box-car nearer at hand, shone redly through the upper corridor windows, enabling her to go directly to the open door of the superintendent"s office. But when she reached the door and looked within, the trembling terror returned and held her spell-bound, speechless, unable to move or even to cry out.
What she saw fitted itself to nothing real; it was more like a scene clipped from a play. Two masked men were covering with revolvers a third, who was tied helpless in a chair. The captive"s face was ghastly and blood-stained, and at first she thought he was dead. Then she saw his lips move in curious twitchings that showed his teeth. He seemed to be trying to speak, but the ruffian at his right would not give him leave.
"This is where you pa.s.s out, Mr. Lidgerwood," the man was saying threateningly. "You give us your word that you will resign and leave the Red b.u.t.te Western for keeps, or you"ll sit in that chair till somebody comes to take you out and bury you."
The twitching lips were controlled with what appeared to be an almost superhuman effort, but the words came jerkily.