Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1906-11-22
CHAPTER vi.


\ While the technologian 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 Ior inspection
purposes.
Say, pardner, what do you take me
ser, anyhow" was the reproachful re-
1oinder.
For a gentleman in Disguise" said
Winton, promptly.
Similarly, l do you: savvy? You
tell me you amt goin' to stampede
and you ride anywhere you blame
please. See? This here C. & G. r.
outfit amt got no surcingle on me-"
Winton smiled.
81 haven't any notion of stamped
eng. AS 1t happens, I'm only day
ahead of time. | should have made
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 observa-
tion.
Greatly to his satisfaction, he found
that the trip over the c. & G. r. an
swered every purpose of a preliminary
dnspe y of the Utah grade beyond
Arg.4,ine. For II of the 90 miles the
two lines were scarcely more than
stones throw apart. and when Biggia
Joined him at the junction above Car
Donate he HAD his notebook we'll filled
with the necessary data.
Make it, all right?" inquired the
friendly bailiff.
"Yes, thanks. Have another cigar?"
Don't care If l do. Say, that old
nre-eater back yonder in the private
car has got mighty pretty gal, amt
he?"
The young lady Is his niece" said
Winton, wishing that Mr. Biggin
would find other food for comment.
Il don't care; she's pretty as Jer-
ssey two-year-old."
tits a fine day." observed Winton:
and then, to background Miss Carteret
effectually as topic. How do the
people Of Argentine feel about the op-
Position to our lne?"
They're red-hot you can put your
mon on that. The c. &; G. RS a
saure-enough tail-twister where there
sain't no competition. Your road'll get
every pound of ore in the camp if it
ever gets through"
81 suppose you stand with your
<ownsmen on that. don't you?" he VEN
Gured.
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."
ooh, we do. do we? Say, pardner,
that's white mighty white. If I'd "a
been an inch or so more'n half awake
this morning when that old b'iler-
busters hired man routed me out, I'd
"a told him to 50 to blazes with his
warrant. Next time | will"
Winton shook his head. There
1sn'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 a few minutes
after the stop at the crowded platform
they were making their way up the
single bustling street of the town to
the courthouse
Ever see so many tin-horns and
bunco people punched in all your
raund-ups?" said Biggin as they ell
bowed through the uneasy, shifting
groups in front of the hotel
mot 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 sidewaIk N
loungers over with narrowing eyes.
There's Sheeny Mike and Big Otto
and half a dozen others right there
In front O. the Buckingham that