Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1907-01-23

him.
gave her plenty of time to make the
meeting point, don't you see, and there
she is, sweating, yet. Neale is an old
operator. By heaven, give me a man
of the key against the world! Praise
God, from whom all blessings fowl"
'sThen there isn't to be any wreck?"
ventured a shy little lady homeopathic
physician, who had been crimped into
the fray to help do up the mangled
Knights and was modestly waiting her
opportunity.
Not tonight" announced Tracy, with
the dignity of man temporarily IN
charge of the entire division.
A yell went out of the room like a
tidal wave. doubleday ana Benedict
Morgan had not spoken to each other
since the night of the roundhouse fire
that was two years. They turned won
der struck to each other. Doubleday
impulsively put out his hand and, be-
fore he could pull it in again, the wreck
ing boss grabbed it like pay check.
Carhart, who was catching the news
from the rattle of young Giddings, went
wild trying to repeat it to Duffy with
out losing it in his throat. The chief
was opening his eyes, trying to under
stand.
Medical men of violently differing
schools-allopaths, homeopaths, osteo-
paths, eclectics-made their peace with
q whoop. A redheaded druggist, who
had rung himself In for a free ride to
the horror, threw his emergency pack
cts into the middle of the floor. The
doctors caught the impulse. Instru-
ment cases were laid with solemn ten
derness on the heap, and dozen crazy
men, joining hands around the pyred
saws and gauze, struck up "Old Hun
dred"
Engineer Monsoon was a new man,
who had been over the division only
twice before in his life, both times in
daylight For that emergency Abe
Monsoon was the man of all others, be-
cause it takes more than an ordinary
moon to scare a thoroughbred West
End engineer. But Monsoon and his
moon headlight had between them saw
ed De Molay -Four from the scrap.
The relief arrangements and Mon
soon's headlight were the fun of it, but
there was more. Martin Duffy lay
eleven weeks with brain fever before
they could say moon again to him. Bob
had skipped into the mountains In the
very hour that he had disgraced him
self. He has never shown up at Med
icine since. but Martin is still chief,
and they think more of him on the
Mountain district than ever.
Bucks got the whole thing when De
Molay Four reached Rat River that
night Bucks and Callahan and Moore
and Oyster and Pat Francis got it and
smiled grimly. Nobody else on Special
326 even dreamed of leaving a bone
that Sunday night in the Cinnamon
cut All the rest of the evening Bucks
smiled just the same at the Knights
and the Knightesses, and they thought
him, for bachelor, wonderfully enter
tanning.
A month later, when the old boys,
more or less ragged, came struggling
back from Frisco, Bucks crowd stayed
over a train, and he told his Pennsyl-
vania cronies what they had slipped
through in that delay at Rock Point.
"Just LUCK" laughed one of the east
ern superintendents, who wore on his
watch chain an enormous Greek cross
with "Our Trust Is In God" engraved
on it. "Just luck" he laughed. wasn't
itY
Maybe" murmured Bucks, looking
through the Wickiup window at the
Teton peaks. 'That is, you might call
1t that back on the Penn. Out here
guess they'd call 1t, Just God"