Lidgerwood saw no good end to be subserved by postponing the inevitable.
"Mr. Ford spoke to me about you last night. He told me that you had been Mr. c.u.mberley"s chief clerk, and that since c.u.mberley"s resignation you have been acting superintendent of the Red b.u.t.te Western. Do you want to stay on as my lieutenant?"
For the long minute that Hallock took before replying, the loose-lipped mouth under the s.h.a.ggy mustache seemed to have lost the power of speech.
But when the words finally came, they were shorn of all euphemism.
"I suppose I ought to tell you to go straight to h.e.l.l, Mr. Lidgerwood, put on my coat and walk out," said this most singular of all railway subordinates. "By all the rules of the game, this job belongs to me.
What I"ve gone through to earn it, you nor any other man will ever know.
If I stay, I"ll wish I hadn"t; and so will you. You"d better give me a time-check and let me go."
Lidgerwood walked to the window and once more stared out upon the dreary prospect, bounded by the bluffs of the second mesa. A horseman was ambling down the single street of the town, weaving in his saddle, and giving vent to a series of Indian war-whoops. Lidgerwood saw the drunken cowboy only with the outward eye. And when he turned back to the man in the rifle-pit desk, he could not have told why the words of regret and dismissal which he had made up his mind to say, refused to come. But they did refuse, and what he said was not at all what he had intended to say.
"If I can"t quite match your frankness, Mr. Hallock, it is because my early education was neglected. But I"ll say this: I appreciate your disappointment; I know what it means to a man situated as you are.
Notwithstanding, I want you to stay with me. I"ll say more; I shall take it as a personal favor if you will stay."
"You"ll be sorry for it if I do," was the ungracious rejoinder.
"Not because you will do anything to make me sorry, I am sure," said the new superintendent, in his evenest tone. And then, as if the matter were definitely settled: "I"d like to have a word with the trainmaster, Mr.
McCloskey. May I trouble you to tell me which is his office?"
Hallock waved a hand toward the door which Lidgerwood had been about to open a few minutes earlier.
"You"ll find him in there," he said briefly, adding, with his altogether remarkable disregard for the official proprieties: "If he gives you the same chance that I did, don"t take him up. He is the one man in this outfit worth more than the powder it would take to blow him to the devil."
IV
AT THE RIO GLORIA
The matter to be taken up with McCloskey, master of trains and chief of the telegraph department, was not altogether disciplinary. In the summarizing conference at Copah, Vice-President Ford had spoken favorably of the trainmaster, recommending him to mercy in the event of a general beheading in the Angels head-quarters. "A lame duck, like most of the desert exiles, and the homeliest man west of the Missouri River,"
was Ford"s characterization. "He is as stubborn as a mule, but he is honest and outspoken. If you can win him over to your side, you will have at least one lieutenant whom you can trust--and who will, I think, be duly grateful for small favors. Mac couldn"t get a job east of the Crosswater Hills, I"m afraid."
Lidgerwood had not inquired the reason for the eastern disability. He had lived in the West long enough to know that it is an ill thing to pry too curiously into any man"s past. So there should be present efficiency, no man in the service should be called upon to recite in ancient history, much less one for whom Ford had spoken a good word.
Like all the other offices in the Crow"s Nest, that of the trainmaster was bare and uninviting. Lidgerwood, pa.s.sing beyond the door of communication, found himself in a dingy room, with cobwebs festooning the ceiling and a pair of unwashed windows looking out upon the open square called, in the past and gone day of the Angelic promoters, the "railroad plaza." Two chairs, a cheap desk, and a pine table backed by the "string-board" working model of the current time-table, did duty as the furnishings, serving rather to emphasize than to relieve the dreariness of the place.
McCloskey was at his desk at the moment of door-opening, and Lidgerwood instantly paid tribute to Vice-President Ford"s powers of characterization. The trainmaster was undeniably homely--and more; his hard-featured face was a study in grotesques. There was fearless honesty in the shrewd gray eyes, and a good promise of capability in the strong Scotch jaw and long upper lip, but the grotesque note was the one which persisted, and the trainmaster seemed wilfully to accentuate it. His coat, in a region where shirt-sleeves predominated, was a close-b.u.t.toned gambler"s frock, and his hat, in the country of the sombrero and the soft Stetson, was a derby.
Lidgerwood was striving to estimate the man beneath these outward eccentricities when McCloskey rose and thrust out a hand, great-jointed and k.n.o.bbed like a laborer"s.
"You"re Mr. Lidgerwood, I take it?" said he, tilting the derby to the back of his head. "Come to tell me to pack my kit and get out?"
"Not yet, Mr. McCloskey," laughed Lidgerwood, getting his first real measure of the man in the hearty hand-grip. "On the contrary, I"ve come to thank you for not dropping things and running away before the new management could get on the ground."
The trainmaster"s rejoinder was outspokenly blunt. "I"ve nowhere to run to, Mr. Lidgerwood, and that"s no joke. Some of the backcappers will be telling you presently that I was a train despatcher over in G.o.d"s country, and that I put two trains together. It"s your right to know that it"s true."
"Thank you, Mr. McCloskey," said Lidgerwood simply; "that sounds good to me. And take this for yourself: the man who has done that once won"t do it again. That is one thing, and another is this: we start with a clean slate on the Red b.u.t.te Western. No man in the service who will turn in and help us make a real railroad out of the R.B.W. need worry about his past record: it won"t be dug up against him."
"That"s fair--more than fair," said the trainmaster, mouthing the words as if the mere effort of speech were painful, "and I wish I could promise you that the rank and file will meet you half-way. But I can"t.
You"ll find a plucked pigeon, Mr. Lidgerwood--with plenty of hawks left to pick the bones. The road has been running itself for the past two years and more."
"I understand," said Lidgerwood; and then he spoke of the careless despatching.
"That will be Callahan, the day man," McCloskey broke in wrathfully.
"But that"s the way of it. When we get through the twenty-four hours without killing somebody or smashing something, I thank G.o.d, and put a red mark on that calendar over my desk."
"Well, we won"t go back of the returns," declared Lidgerwood, meaning to be as just as he could to his predecessors in office. "But from now on----"
The door leading into the room beyond the trainmaster"s office opened squeakily on dry hinges, and a chattering of telegraph instruments heralded the incoming of a disreputable-looking office-man, with a green patch over one eye and a blackened cob-pipe between his teeth. Seeing Lidgerwood, he ducked and turned to McCloskey. Bradley, reporting in, had given his own paraphrase of the new superintendent"s strictures on Red b.u.t.te Western despatching and the criticism had lost nothing in the recasting.
"Seventy-one"s in the ditch at Gloria Siding," he said, speaking pointedly to the trainmaster. "Goodloe reports it from Little b.u.t.te; says both enginemen are in the mix-up, but he doesn"t know whether they are killed or not."
"There you are!" snarled McCloskey, wheeling upon Lidgerwood. "They couldn"t let you get your chair warmed the first day!"
With the long run from Copah to Angels to his credit, and with all the head-quarters loose ends still to be gathered up, Lidgerwood might blamelessly have turned over the trouble call to his trainmaster. But a wreck was as good a starting-point as any, and he took command at once.
"Go and clear for the wrecking-train, and have some one in your office notify the shops and the yard," he said briskly, compelling the attention of the one-eyed despatcher; and when Callahan was gone: "Now, Mac, get out your map and post me. I"m a little lame on geography yet.
Where is Gloria Siding?"
McCloskey found a blue-print map of the line and traced the course of the western division among the foot-hills to the base of the Great Timanyonis, and through the Timanyoni Canyon to a park-like valley, shut in by the great range on the east and north, and by the Little Timanyonis and the Hophras on the west and south. At a point midway of the valley his stubby forefinger rested.
"That"s Gloria," he said, "and here"s Little b.u.t.te, twelve miles beyond."
"Good ground?" queried Lidgerwood.
"As pretty a stretch as there is anywhere west of the desert; reminds you of a Missouri bottom, with the river on one side and the hills a mile away on the other. I don"t know what excuse those hoboes could find for piling a train in the ditch there."
"We"ll hear the excuse later," said Lidgerwood. "Now, tell me what sort of a wrecking-plant we have?"
"The best in the bunch," a.s.serted the trainmaster. "Gridley"s is the one department that has been kept up to date and in good fighting trim. We have one wrecking-crane that will pick up any of the big freight-pullers, and a lighter one that isn"t half bad."
"Who is your wrecking-boss?"
"Gridley--when he feels like going out. He can clear a main line quicker than any man we"ve ever had."
"He will go with us to-day?"
"I suppose so. He is in town and he"s--sober."
The new superintendent caught at the hesitant word.
"Drinks, does he?"
"Not much while he is on the job. But he disappears periodically and comes back looking something the worse for wear. They tell tough stories about him over in Copah."
Lidgerwood dropped the master-mechanic as he had dropped the offending trainmen who had put Train 71 in the ditch at Gloria where, according to McCloskey, there should be no ditch.