Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-08-17

panions had already dropped back to work, and signaled to the engineer at the hoist, who was in plain view, to lower him. The latter, John Pugh by name started to comply. He had re leased the brake. and the big drum about which the cable was coiled had already made several revolutions when Richard Perry walked into the hoisthouse.
 Stop that bucket!" he said.
 Pugh. his eyes glued to the paying out cable. paid no attention. Perry the former engineer at the hoist, had been fired several weeks before for drunkenness. and ever since he had been lounging in harmless drunken befuddlement about the works.
 "Stop that bucket!" repeated Perry
 Wait minute till get Jack down." said Pugh. with conciliatory manner.
 Stop that bucket!" said Perry. i.
 There was something so insistive in the command that this time Pugh looked up. He glanced up into the muzzle of a 45 Colts. behind which two eyes. out of their sockets with maniacal frenzy. glared.
 Wait a minute Pugh started to say. trying to gain time.
 Perry gnashed his teeth. placed the cold muzzle upon Pugh's temple, and cooked the gun. Pugh put on the brakes. turned on his heel. jumped out of the rear window. and went down the hill to get help.
 Perry calmly established himself upon the vacated stool. his cooked six. shooter conveniently ct hand. He re- leased the brake. The drum began to revolve. slowly at first, then faster, till 1t hummed Then. just as the ex. tremity of the cable was almost reached. Perry damned on the brakes, released them. damned them on again, and brought the thing to stop at the place on the cable where a piece of twine showed the reaching of the lowest level. Immediately. however, he threw the electric controller for ward a notch. then another. then full on. and the drum began to revolve in the other direction. Up wound the cable. the drum fairly buzzing. Perry kept his eyes on the shaft Suddenly the bucket whizzed out of the opening up into the sunlight Perry threw off the controller. snapped on the brakes, and the bucket stopped, a bare six inches from the top of the gallows frame. Then on came the brakes. and down swooped the bucket into the shaft again. When 1t got down, 1t came up again: when 1t was up, 1t went down again-all at a vertigfnous speed. And this is the game that for two hours. alone upon the top of Gold Hirl. the mad engineer played.
 As for Wright. meanwhile. he was not having a nice time. When Pugh had made his discreet exit he had found himself in a motionless bucket, swinging idly between two levels. He was just reaching over to ring two bells for further descent when the bucket started down His satisfac- tioh was of short duration, however. Down dropped the bucket at a speed that jumped wright's heart into his mouth. There were big drops of perspiratIon upon his honest brow shen the thing clamberfng down, rhen--zzE-z-z-z"-theb bucket began 10 slide upward The speed increased .o s mad one This time he vas sure .>-rp vas something wrong. and 90. Fery wisely. he dropped to the bot tom of the bucket. making himself as mali as possible. and anchoring him eff with his feet and back Up he shot: q stream of golden sunlight blinded him: he had faint vision of she scsfOldine above. and then. just e he had made up his mind he vas sezd-the bucket stopped It swung | secood there. then down it vent txzfn with a dIrzyfng sroop.
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