Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1897-04-07
CHAPTER V.
A TRIP TO THE GRAND CANYON.

TRIP TO THE GRAND CANYON.
stood pondering, for no explanation
that would fit the facts seemed possible.
I should have considered the young fel-
lows story only an attempt to gain a
little reputation for pluck if in any way
I could have accounted for the appear
ance and disappearance Of the robbers
Yet to suppose-which seemed the only
other horn to the dilemma-that the son
and guests Of the vice president Of the
Missouri Western and one of our own
directors would be concerned in train
robbery was to believe something equal
" improbable. Indeed should have
put the whole thing down as practical
joke of Mr.. Cullen's party if it had not
been for the loss Of the registered let
ters Even practical joker would hard
" care to go to the length of cutting
open government mail pouches, for Un-
Gle Sam doesn It approve Of such conduct
Whatever the explanation, 1 had
enough facts to prevent me from vast
ing more time on that alkali plain.
Getting the men and horses back on to
the cars, I jumped up on the tailboard
and ordered the runner to pull out for
Flagstaff. 1t was run Of seven hours,
getting us in q little after 8, and in
those hours I had done lot Of thinking,
which had all come to one result-that
Mr. Cullen's party was concerned in the
hold up
The two private cars were on siding,
but the Cullens had left for the Grand
canyon the moment they had arrived
and were about reaching there by this
time went to 21S and questioned the
cook and waiter, but they either had
seen nothing or else had been primed,
for not fact did I get from them. Co.
ing to my own car, ordered quick
supper, and while was eating it ques'
toned my boy. He told me that he had
heard the shots and had bolted the front
door of my Car, as had ordered when
went out; that as he turned to go to q
safer place he had seen man, revolver
in hand, climb over the offside gate OF
MIR. Cullen's car, and for a moment he
had supposed it read agent till he saw
that it was Albert Cullen.
'That was just after I had got off,"
asked.
"Yis, sah."
"Then it couldn t have been Mr.. Gull
len, Jim," declared, for found him
up at the other end of the car"
Tell you it wuz, Mr. Gordon" Jim
insisted. Il done seen his face cl'ar in
de light, and he done 60 into Mr.. Cul-
lens car, whar de old gentleman wuz
sittin."
That set,me whistling to myself, and
I laughed to think how near I had come
to giving nitroglycerin to fellow who
was only shamming heart failure, fol-
that it was Frederic Cullen who had
climbed OH the car I hadn't the slight
est doubt, the resemblance between the
two brothers being quite strong enough
to deceive any one who had never seen
them together. 1 smiled Il little and re-
marked to myself: Il think 1 can make
good my boast that 1 would catch the
robbers, but whether the Cullens will
like my doing it 1 question. What is
more, Lord Rallies will owe me bot
tie" Then I thought Of Madgc and
didn't feel as pleased over my success as
I had felt moment before.
By 9 o'clock the posse and were il
the saddle and skirting the San Fran.
cisco peaks. There was no use of press.
ing the ponies, for our game wasn't
trying to escape, and, for that matter,
couldn't, as the Colorado river wasn't
passable. 1t was Il lovely moonlight
night, and the ride through the pines
was us pretty a one as l remember evel
to have made. 1t set me thinking OF
Madgc and of our talk the evening be-
fore and of what change "a hours hat
brought. 1t was lucky was riding al
Indian pony, or should probably hav,
landed in heap. l don't know that
should have cared particularly if prai
rie dog burrow had made me dash my
brains out, for 1 wasn't happy over the
Job that lay before me.
We watcred at Silver Spring at quar-
ter past II. From that point we were