La Junta tribune., 1907-11-09

down to GAINESVILLE ibis morning my.
self. and th0uyht I'd ride with you.
Is II all right
oh. yes. sir. II Ncighbor doesn't
care
smiled. He didn't know who
Seixhbor took orders from. but he
thought evidently not from me.
''Then run her down to the oranges,
Bartholomew. and couple on. and we'll
order ourselves out. Sce?"
The A really looked like baby car
riagc when we got her In front OF the
refriEerstors. .However. after the. nee
esSary preliminaries we gave very
sporty toot and pulled out. In few
minutes We were sailing down the
valley.
For fifty miles we l,O,bed along with
our cargo of Iced silk as easy Ms old
shoes. for need hardly explain that
we had packed the silk into the re-
friyerators IN confuse the strikers. The
great risk was. that they would try to
ditch ns.
was watcliin: the track as II mouse
would n cat. looking every minute for
trouble. We cleared the guInbo cut
west Of the Beaver at pretty good
clip In order to max. the grade on the
other side The bridge there Is hidden
In summer by n grove Of hackberrics.
I hsd just pulled open /" cool her bit
when I noticed how high the back
water WIS on each side OF the track.
Suddenly felt the iill going soft under
the drivcrs-felt the ~ wabble and
slew. Bartholomew shut on hard and
threw the mir rs sprang TO the win
dow The peaceful little creek ahead
looked as angry as the Platte in April
wafer. and the bottoms were n lake.
Somewhere mp the valley there had
been II ciondbnrst. for overhead the
sun was bright. Tile Beaver was roar
Ing over its hanks, aud the bridge was
OUT Bartholomew screamed for brakes.
1t looked rs n we We're against II. and
hard
4 soft track tn stop on. torrent OF
storm water ahead and Slm0.OO0
worth of silk behind. not to mention
equipment!
| L yelled ut bartholomew and mo.
toned for him to jump. My con.
science IL clear on that point. The
A was stumbling along. trying. like
n drunken nan. to hang to the rotten
track
Bartholomew ! yelled. But he
was head ont and looking back Mt his
train. while he Jcrkcd franticnlly at
.tfr 7 'rlA air
wouldn't work. II never will ON those
old tubs when You need IL. The sweat
pushed ont on me. ! WAS thinking
OF how much the silk would bring us
after bath In the Beaver. Rartholo-
NEW stuck To his levers like II man In
II signal tower hut every second
brought us closer to open water.
| Watching him. intent only on saving
his first train. needless OF saving his
| life. was really II bit ashamed tn
jump. While hesitatcd he somehow
/! got the brakes tn set. The old ~
bucksd like broncho.
4 IL wasn't too xoop. Siie checked -lel
train nObly Mt the last. but I saw moth
Ing could keep her from the drink.
caught Bartholomew II terrific slap
and again l yelled: then. turning ia
the gangway. I dropped into the soft
mud on my side. The II hung low
and II WAS easy lighting.
| Bartholomew spranx from his seat
| 4 second later. but his blouse cauaht
In the teeth Of the quadrant. He
stopped quick as thought and peeled
the thing over his head. But then he
| was caught with his hands in the
wristbands. and the ponies OF A
tipped over the broken abutment.
| Pull ~ he would, he couldn't get
! free. The pilot dipped Into the torrent
| slOElY:. hllt lNsIug her balance. the