The Greeley tribune., 1907-10-03

f,j,erators, When l got TO MN ue ga
claimed to me how he was dragged III
and Ind to tear the sleeves out OK MS
blouse under water to get free.
The surprise is how little fuss men
,,,,,. about such things when they are
husv. 1t took only five minutes for the
CONDUCTOR to hunt up coil OF wire anu
a sounder for me, and by the time he
20, forward with it Bartholomew was
halfway up telegraph pole to heIp ne
emf in ON a live wire Fast us l could
| rigged Il pony and begun calling the
McCloud dispatcher 1t was a rocky
send. but after no end of pounding
rot him and gave orders for the wreck
ing gang and for one more OF Neigh
bor's rapidly decreasing supply OF loco
motives,
bartholomew, sitting on strip or
fence which still rose above water,
looked forlorn. To lose the first engine
he ever handled in the Beaver was
tough, and he was evidently speculat'
ing on his chances of ever getting an
other. If there 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
a siding made 1t my first business to
explain to Neighbor, nearly beside him
self, that Bartholomew was not only
not ut fault, but that he had actually
saved the train by his nerve.
'I'll tell you, Neighbour" l suggest
ed when we got Strengthened around.
give us the 100 to go ahead as pilot
and run the stuff around the river
division with Foley and the 216."
"Whatll you do with No. 81" grOwl-
ed Neighbor. Six was the local pas
senger west.
"Annul 1t west Of McCloud." said l
instantly. We've got this silk on our
hands now. and I'd move 1t IL 1t tied
up every passenger train OH the d.
vision. III we can get the Internal
stuff through, 1t will practically beat
the strike: IL we fail, 1t will beat the
company"
BY the time we backed to Newhall
Junction Neighbor had made up his
mind my way. Mullen and climbed
into the 100. and Foley with the o18
and none too good 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.
He had better engine than ours, any
way. and he took satisfaction the rest
of the afternoon In crowding u.s. Ev-
cry mile Of the way he was on our
heels. was throwing the coal and
distinctly remember.
1t was after dark when we reached
the Beverly hill. and we took it at a
lively pace. The strikers were not on
our minds then. 1t was Foley who
bothered.
When the long parallel steel lines
of the upper yards spread before us,
flashing under the arc lights. we were
away above yard speed. Running a
locomotive into one of those big
yards II like shooting rapid in =
canoe. There Is bewIldering maze
of tracks lighted by red and green
lamps to be watched the closest. The
hazards are multiplied the minute you
pass the throat and yard wreck Is a
dreadful tangle 1t makes everybody,
from roadmaster to flagmen, furious.
and not even Bartholomew wanted to
face an inquiry on a yard wreck. On
be caught by Foley. who was chasing
him out of pure caprice.
l saw the boy holding the throttle at
half and lingering the air anxiously
as we jumped through the frogs, but
the toughest riding on track 80 far
beats the ties as n cushion that when
the 100 suddenly stuck her paws
through an open switch we bounced
against the roof of the cab like foot
balls. 1 grabbed brace with one
hand and with the other reached IN
stinctively across to Bartholomew
side to seize the throttle he held, but
as tried to shut him on he jerked 1t
with lightning in his eye.
"No!' he cried, and his voice rang
hard. The 100 took the tremendous
shove at her back and leaped like q
frightened horse. Away we went
across the yard, through the cinders
and over the ties. My teeth have new
er been the same since. l don't be-
long on an engine anyway. and since
then I have kept OF. At the moment
l was convinced that the strain had
been too much. that Bartholomew was
stark crazy. He sat bouncing clear to
the roof and clinging to his levers like
lobster.
But his strategy was dawning OH
me. In fact, he was pounding it into
me. Even the shock and scare of leav.
Ing the track and tearing up the yard
had not driven from Bartholomew's
noddle the most important feature of
our situation, which was, above every.
thihg. to keep out Of the way of the
silk train
felt every moment more mortified
Mt my attempt to shut him Off. had