The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-12-27

dumped a bit sudden and a nose on Geor-
gies engine like a full back after center
rush The pilot doubled back into the
ponies, and the headlight was secured with
nut, pea and slack, but the stack was
hardly bruised.
The minute they STRUCK. George Sinclair.
making fast ard leaping from his CAB,
ran forward in the dark, painting with rage
and excitement. Burns. torch in hand, was
himself jumping down to get forward His
tace wore its usual grin, even when George
assailed him with 4 torrent OF abuse.
What do you mean, you red-headed lub-
ber?' he shouted with much the lungs OF
his father. What are you doing switching
coal here on the main liner
In fact. George called the astonished
fireman everything he could think OF. until
his father. who was laundering forward
on his side of the engine, hearing the voice,
turned and ran around the tender TO take
a hand himself
"Mean?' he roared above the blow of his
safety. Mean? Why, you impudent.
empty headed, ungrateful rapscallion, what
do you mean coming around here TO abuse
man that's saved you and your train
from the scrap?"
And big Dick Burns, standing by with
his torch, burst into an Irish laugh, fairly
doubled UP before the nonplused boy, and
listened with great relish to the excited
father and excited son II was not hard TO
understand Georges amazement and anger
at finding Saltwater Sal behind three cars
of coal halfway between stations on the
main line and On his time-and that the
fastest time on the division. But what
amused Burns most was TO see the imper-
turbable old Dad pitching into his boy with
as much spirit as the young man himself
showed
1t was because both men were scared out
Of their wits; scared over their narrow
escape from a frightful wreck; from hav-
ing each killed the other maybe-the son
the father, and the father the son.
For brave men do get scared; don't be-
lieve anything else. But between the fright
of coward and the fright of brave man
there Is this difference: he towards scare
is apparent before the danger, that of the
brave man after il has passed; and Burns
laughed with tremendous mirth. at tn
two o. Thin a-jawn'," as he expressed ii.
No man on the West End could turn on
his pins quicker than George Sinclair,
though, if his business misled him. When 1t
all came clear he climbed into the old cab
the cab he himself had once gone against
! death inland with stumbling words tried
TO thank the tall Irishman, who still
laughed in the excitement of having won.
And when Neighbor next day, thought
full and taciturn, heard it all, he very care
fully looked Saltwater Sal all over again.
through telling it for the last time. shes
a better machine than L thought she
was"
There isn't a better pulling your
coaches maintained Dad Sinclair, stoutly.
"I'll put her On the main line, Dad, and
give you the l6S for the cutoff HIM.?
THE los will suit me, Neighbor; any old
tub-hey, FOley?' said Dad. turning 10 the
cheeky engineer who had come up In time
to hear the most of the talk. The old fell
-
Saltwater Sal when he rechristened her.
But Foley, too. had changed his mind, and
was ready To give in.
That's quite right. Dad he acknowl-
| edged. You can get more out of any old
+, tub on the division than the rest Of us
| fellows can get out of a Baldwin CONSOLE
| dated. / mean il, too. It's the best thing
| ] ever heard of. WhaC are you going TO do
| for Burns. Neighbour" asked Foley, with
| his usual assurance.
Il was thinking | would give him Soda
water Sal and put him on the right side of
| the cab for a freight run. / reckon he
! earned it last night"
In a few minutes Foley started off to
! hunt up Burns
See here Irish," said he in his off-hand
way, next time you catch a string of
| Tunaways. just remember to climb up the
! ladder and set your brakes before you
! couple; it will save good deal of wear and
| tear on the -bar-see? | hear you're
/ going to set a run; don't fall out of the
window when you get over on the right
| And that's how Burns was made an en-
| gineer, and how Saltwater Sal was rescued
from the disgrace of running on the trolley
| copyright, 1903. Hodges Co.,
Chicago.l