The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1897-07-17

go, as I had a revolver and had al
ready prominent part in the affair.
Hadn't you better leave your
money here" I said to Mr.. Chester,
$50 that if we should be beaten they
will fail to get their booty2''
"Oh, no." Mr.. Chester promptly
decided. IF it should be lost here,
that would put you in a pretty bad
hole. And, then, we are acting only
on suspicion, rather slimly founded.
Suppose it should prove a false
alarm and I had to return for the
money. MY delay would be SO great
that the true story would be sure to
come out, and none of US would
hear the last of it. No, we can go
ahead, and if we find it too hot for
US we can retreat rapidly down the
track"
Go ahead it was, then. I was
ready. l wired to the main Office:
IAN attack on paymaster's car fear
ed at Jones Siding. Will close Office
and go with Mr.. Chester. Leave
1:2O."
then established connection and
called Jones, wiring these words:
"Siight delay to engine of paymas-
ter's car. o. K. now. Leave 1:20;
due Siding about 40"
20. K" came back promptly.
jumped aboard the engine end of
the combination car, and we started
! at good speed. The lights were soon
put out in the body of the car.
When about two miles from the sig
nal tower, we slowed down to about
six miles an hour. We soon saw the
red signal at the tower, but white
light at the switch half a mile be-
low.
"Look out for the switch,' said
to the engineer.
We came to a stand at the switch,
and the fireman dismounted. But,
to our surprise, everything was
straight. We advanced cautiously,
when the red signal was suddenly
changed to white.
"Blow your whistle" said to the
engineer, land make a momentary
squirt, as if to run past"
He did SO, when the signal was
again changed to red. The engineer
reduced speed to walking gait.
We crept up to the tower without
meeting any obstruction and came
to halt directly in front of it.
Every man remain on the car at
the peril of his life!'' came a star
thing shout from the dark doorway
Of the lower story of the tower,
land throw out all the money, or
I'll blow you, car and all, to pieces.
There are dynamite cartridges on.
the track for 100 yards before, be-
hind and under you, and can set
them all off with a touch of my fin
GER
There was only one voice heard,
and no form visible. How many
there were in the tower mono Of US
knew.
"Stick to your posts,' whispered
to the engineer and fireman, land I
will get down on this side and see
what can do"
The side + meant was farthest
from the tower. Quite deep ditch
ran along the track here, and just
ahead a little bridge spanned a small
stream.
AS ! spoke I stepped off the engine
behind tho fireman and quickly
made my way under the bridge to
the tower side of the track. then
cautiously assembled the rising
ground, the snow acting as car
pet, and in little more than min
ute was peering through window
in the tower directly opposite the
door.
I saw the forms of two men dim
~ outlined against the snow, one in
a sitting position, with his right
hand extended as if grasping han
die.
I understood what he was doing.
The electric current used in tele-
graphing is not suited to explode
blasting cartridges. The instrument
used for that purpose is asmall box,
by means of which, by few rapid
turns of a crank, powerful spark
is produced and transmitted by
wires to the blasting charges. The
sitting man in the tower guarded
the machine that could instantly
blow the car to atoms.
With my revolver I took steady
aim at his right arm, but before I
pulled the trigger the same voice
called out to the people in the car:
"Now, no trickery, or you will be
instantly blown up. Ny man will
get that satchel and inspect it's con-
tents while I keep guard over the
battery here.