La Junta tribune., 1907-11-09

open the Train crew w.ee running for.
ward, and there stood bartholomew on
the track abovc me hooking at the re-
frigeratOrs. When l g,t To him he ex-
plained to me how lie WAS dragged in
and had To tear the sleeves ont Of his
blouse under water tn get free.
The surprise is how little fuss men
make about such things when they are
busy. 1t took only i've minutes for the
conductor to hunt up coil Of wire aud
q sOunsler for mr. and by the time he
got forward with IL bartholomew was
halfway up Telegraph pole To help me
cut In on live wire. Fast as could
] rugged pony and begun calling the
MccIoud dispatcher. 1t was rocky
send, hut after no end Of pounding /
got him aud gave orders for the wreck
Ing gang and for one more OF Neigh
boris rapidly decreasing supply Of loco
motives.
Bartholomew, sitting on strip of
fence which still rose above water.
looked f0rlorn. To lose the first engine
lie ever handled in the Beaver was
tougii. and lie was evidently speculut
Ing OH his chances of ever getting an.
other. II therr weren't tears In his
eyes. there was storm water certainly.
But after the relief engine had pulled
what WAS left of us back six miles to
siding ! made 1t my first business to
explain to NciglIbor. nearly beside him
self. that Bartholomew was not only
not Mt fault, but that lie had actually
saved the train by his nerve.
'I'li tell Won Neiglibor." suggest.
cd when we got struighiened around.
"give us the lD 10 20 alicad as pilot
and r,,n the SiuT around the river
division with Foley aud the ol6."
''What'il you do with No. 6r'' growl.
senger west
''.Annul II west of Mct'loud.' said !
instantly. We've got this silk on our
hands now. aud I'd move 1t if 1t tied
mp every passenger train on the di-
vision. II we can get the Internal
stuff through. it will practically beat
the strike: II we fail. ii will beat the
company"
by the time we backed to Newhall
Junction Neighhor had made up his
mind my way. Mullen and l climbed
into the li9 and Foley with the 21G
and none too good 4 grace coupled on
to the silk and. flying red signals, we
started again for GAINESVILLE over the
river division.
Foley was always full of mischief
lie lind a better engine than ours. any.
...t-
of the afternoon in crowding us, Ev.
cry mile of The way he was on oui
heels. ! WAS throwing the coal and
distinctly remember
II was after dark when we reached
the beverly hill. ana we took It at Il
lively pace. The strikers were not Oh
Our minds then. 1t was Foley who
bothered.
When the long parallel steel linel
OF the upper yards spread before MS
IA asliny Under the are lights. we were
away above yard speed. I,unning O
IocomotIye into one OF those bis
yards r. tta. sho0ilng a rYpld In I
cande. 4here Is n bewilderfng MAJ,
OF tracks, lighted by red and greer
lamps to he watched the closest The
hazards stSe multiplied, the minute yOl
pass The thront. and Il yard wreck ls {
dreadful tangle. II makes everybody
| from roa,lmaster TO flagmen. furious
and not even Bartholomew wanted Il
| face an inquiry OH a yard wreck. Or
| the other hand. he couldn't afford Il
be caught by Foley. who was chasing
| him ont of uure caurIce.
saw the boy holding the throttle Al
a half and lingering the air anxIously
as we Jumped through, the frogs. bn
the toughest riding on track so fa'
| beats the ties rs cushion that wher
the 100 suddenly stuck her paw,
through an open switch we bounced
against the roof of the cab like foot
balls grabbed brace with ON,
hand aud with the other renched in
stlnctiveIy across TO Bartholomew
side to seize the throttle he held. bu
M I tried to shut him on he jerked Il
wide open In spite OF me and turned
with lightning In his eye.
NO" lie cried, and his voice rams
hard The 100 took the tremcndou,
shove att her back end leaped like /
frightened horse. Away we wen
across the yard. through tile cinder'
and over the ties. My teeth have new
er been the same since. don't be
long on an engine anyway. and since
then ! have kept on. At the momen
I was convinced that the strain hnt
been too much. that Bartholomew wa,
stark crazy. He sat bouncing clear e
the roof and clinging to his levers lik'
a lobsret.
But Ills strategy was dnwning OF
me Ia fact. he was pounding 1t Int
me. Even the shock and scare Of leav
ing the track and tearing up the var,
had not driven from Bartholomew
noddle the most Important feature o