The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1906-09-07
CHAPTER VI.

CHAPTER VI
While the technoIogian was dispen-
sing cOmmissary tea in iron-stone china
cups to his two guests in the "dinkey"
field Office, his chief, taking the Rose
marys night run in reverse in the
company OF Town Marshal Biggin, was
turning the Rajah's coup into a small
Utah profit.
Having come upon the ground late
the night before, and from the oppo-
site direction, he had seen nothing of
the extension grade west of Argentine.
Hence the enforced journey to Carbon
ate only anticipated an inspection trip
which he had intended to make as soon
as he had seated Adams firmly in the
track-laying saddle.
Not to miss his opportunity, at the
first curve beyond Argentine he passed
his cigar case to Biggin and asked
permission to ride on the rear plat
form of the day coach lor inspection
purposes.
Say, pardner. what do you take me
fer, anyhow" was the reproachful re-
joinder.
For a gentleman in disguise" said
Winton, promptly.
Similarly, | do you; savvy? You
tell me you amt goin' to stampede,
and you ride anywhere you blame
please. See? This here c. & c. X
outfit amt got no surcingle on me-"
Winton smiled.
IL haven't any notion of stamped
ing. AS it happens, I'm only a day
al Of I shnn1A baxra
this run tomorrow of my own accord
TO have look at the extension grade
You will find me on the rear platform
when you want me-.
Good enough" was the reply; and
Winton went to his post of cbserva-
ton.
Greatly to his satisfaction, he found
that the trip over the c. & c. r. an
swered every purpose of a preliminary
inspection of the Utah grade beyond
Argentine. For II of the 20 miles the
two lines were scarcely more than a
stones throw apart, and when Biegin
joined him at the junction above Car
Donate he had his notebook well filled
with the necessary data. d,
Make it, all right?" inquired the
friendly bailiff.
Yes, thanks. Have another cgar?"
Don't care if | do. Say, that old
fire-eater back yonder in the private
car has got mighty pretty gal, amt
hep"
The young lady is his niece" said
Winton, wishing that Mr. Biggia
would find other food for comment
Il don't care; she's pretty as a Jer-
sey two-year-old."
It's a fine day" observed Winton;
and then, to background Miss Carteret
effectually as a topic, How do the
people Of Argentine feel about the op-
position to our line?"
They're red-hot; you can put your
money on that. The G. e. G. RS
sure-enough tail-twister where there
amt no competition. Your road'l get
every pound of ore in the camp If it
ever gets through"
Il suppose you stand with your
townsmen on that, don't your" he ven
tured.
Now you're shouting; that's me-"
Then If that is the case, we won't
take this little holiday Of ours any
harder than we can help. When the
court business is settled-it won't take
very long-you are to consider your
self my guest. We stop at the Buck
ingham."
"Oh, we do, do we? Say, pardner,
that's white-mighty white. IL I'd "a
been an inch or so more'n half awake
this morning when that old bIler-
busters hired man routed me out, I'd
"a told him to go to blazes with his
warrant. Next time / will"
Winton shook his head. There
isn't going to be any next time Peter,
my son." he prophesied. When Mr..
Darrah gets fairly down to business
he'll throw bigger chunks than the
Argentine town marshall at u.s."
BY this time the train was slowing
into Carbonate, and few minutes
after the stop at the crowded platform
they we're making their way up the
single busting street of the town to
the courthouse.
Ever see so many tin-horns and
bunco people punched in all your
round-ups?" said Biggin as they ell
bowed through the uneasy, shifting
groups in front of the hotel.
Not often" Winton admitted. But
It's the luck of the big camps; they
are the dumping grounds of the world
while the high pressure is on
The ex-range rider turned on the
courthouse steps to look the sidewa,k
Ioungers over with narrowing eyes.
There's Sheeny Mike and Big Otto
aud half a dozen others right there
In front o. the Buckingham that