The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-11-09

Even Neighbor. who feared no man.
sort of let the 313 lay in her stall as
long as possible, after the trouble be-
/ gan.
Nothing was said about it. Threats
cannot be taken cognizance of officially;
/ we were bombarded with threats all the
I time; they had long since ceased TO
I move US. Yet Siclone's engine stayed
in the roundhOuse-
| Then, after Foley and McTerza and
Sinclair. came Fitzpatrick from the
| east. McTerza was put on the mails
and. coming down one day on the
White Flyer. he blew a cylinder head
out of the 416.
Fitzpatrick was waiting to take her
out when she came stumping in on one
pair Of drivers-for we were using en-
gines worse than horsehesh then. But
Of course the 416 was put out. The
only gig left in the house was the 313.
imagine NeighbOr felt the finger OF
fate in it. The mail had to go. The
time had come for the 313; he ordered
her fired.
1.-The man that ran this engine swore
he would kill the man that took her
out" said Neighbor. sort of incidental
ly. as F'itz stood by waiting for her to
steam.
Il suppose that means me- said
Fitzpatrick.
7 suppose it does"
Whose engine is it?"
"Siclone Clark's."
Fitzpatrick shifted TO the other leg.
Did he say what l would be doing
while this was going on?'
Something in Fitzpatrick's manner
made Neighbor laugh. Other things
crowded in and no more was said.
No more was thought in fact. The
313 rolled as kindly for Fitzpatrick as
for Sielone, and the new engineer, q
Z f1t ztoTa
bit heavier. went on and off her with
never a word for anybody.
One day Fitzpatrick dropped into
barber shop to get shaved. In the
next chair lay Siclone Clark. Siclone
got through first, and. stepping over
to the table to get his hat, picked up
Fitzpatrick's by mistake, and walked
out with it. He discovered his change
| just as FitZ got out of his chair. ST.
clone came back, replaced the hat on
the tablet had Fitzpatricks name
/ pasted in the crown-took UP his own
hat. and, as Fitz reached for his,
looked at him.
Every one in the shop caught their
! breaths.
Us your name Fitzpatrick"
Eyes. SIR
Mine in Clark
Fitzpatrick put on his hat.
You're running the 31S. I believer"
| continued Siclone.
Yes, sir"
That's my engine"
L thought it belonged to the COM
pany."
Maybe it does; but I've agreed to
kill the man that takes her out be-
fore this trouble is settled" said ST.
clone. amiably.
Fitzpatrick met him steadily. "If
you'll let me know when it takes place.
I'll try and be there"
L don't jump on any man without
fair warning; any of the boys will
tell you that" continued Siclone.
Maybe you didn't know my word was
out?"
Fitzpatrick hesitated. ''Fm not look
ing for trouble with any man." he
replied, gu2rdedly. But since you're
disposed to be fair about notice, it's
only fair to you to say that 1 did
know your word was out"
"Still you took her?''
1T was my orders
My word is out; the boys know it
is good. 1 don't jump any man with
out fair warning. 1 know you now.
Fitzpatrick, and the next time 1 see
you. look out" and without more ado
Siclone walked out of the shop great
ly TO the relief of the barber, if not
of F'itz
Fitzpatrick may have wiped a little
sweat from his face; but he said
nOthing-only walked down to the
roundhouse and took out the S1S as
usual for his run.
A week passed before the two men
met again. One night Siclone with a
crowd of the strikers ran into half
dozen of the new men, Fitzpatrick
among them, and there was a riot.
1t was Siclone's time to carry out his
intention, for Fitzpatrick would have
scorned to try to get away. No tree
ever breasted a tornado more sturdily
than the Irish engineer withstood 81
clone; but when Ed Banks got there
with his wrechng crew and straight
ened things out, Fitzpatrick was picked
up for dead. That night Siclone dis
appeared.
Warrants we're gotten out and
searchers put after him; yet nobody
could or would apprehend him. 1t was
generally understood that the sudden
disappearance was one of Siclone's
freaks. If the ex-cowboy had so de-
termined he would not have hidden to
keep out of anybodys way. 1 have
sometimes pondered whether shame
hadn't something to do with it. His
tremendous physical strength was fit
for so much better things than beat
ing other men that maybe he, him
self, sort OF real2ed IL AFTER the STORM
had passed.
Down east of the depot grounds at
McCloud stands. or stood, great barn
like hotel, built in boom days, and
long a favorite resting place for in
valids and travellers en- route to CAL
ifornia by easy stages. 1t was nick
named the barracks. Many railroad
men boarded there and the new en-
gineers liked it because it was close
to the roundhouse and away from the
strikers.
Fitzpatrick, without a whine or a
complaint, was put to bed in the bar
racks, and Holmes Kay, one of our
staff surgeons, was given charge OF
the case; a trained nurse was provided
besides. Nobody thought the injured
man would live. But. after every care
was given him, we turned our atten-
ton to the troublesome task of oper-
ating the road.
The 313. whether it happened so, or
whether Neghbor thought it well to
drop the disputed machine temporari-
ly, was not taken out again for three
weeks. She was looked on as a hoo
doc, ana nobody wanted her. Foley
refused point blank one day to take
her. claiming that he had troubles of
his own. Then, one day, something
happened to McTerza's engine; we
were stranded for a locomotive, and
the 2I3 was brought out for McTerZa;