The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1908-01-17
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vorite.
Joyce. he had seen, was unframed.
Her position and the thick robes had
! saved her from worse than a shaking
up, and she had regained the seat.
Poor old King.." she cried as she
saw with relief that Dick was unhurt.
Il could kill that little Edwards boy"
Never mind the Edwards boy" said
Dick %brusqucly. what we have to
think about is the train. We lever I'll
walk that hill in time to make the
train. Have you nerve enough to coast
it In the cutter?"
I'D risk anything rather than return
home" cried Joyce. II never will let
father catch u.s." .
"Then here goes" cried Dick gayly
as he pulled the cutter back into the
road and caught up one of the broken
shafts. Its been Il long time since !
went bobbing, but ! think I can make
It,"
He gave Joyce the shaft to hold and
pushed the cutter over the brow Of the
hill, climbing in over the back when
he had it started.
Once back in the cutter he took the
shaft and improviscd a steering rnd-
der. The body work afforded him lever
age, and Dick laughed as the sleigh
began to gain speed.
For the first half mile the road was
straight. and little steering was neces-
sary. Then ahead doomed the turn, and
Dicks face turned grave as he dug the
shaft into the road.
Slowly the sleigh responded to the
| pressure. and in another instant they
had swung around the curve as neatly
as a champion coaster on his low
pointer, and they were again on the
straight and headed for the station.
Hank Calpw had just backed his en-
CINE down from the house, and a white
plume of steam rose from the dome as
the engineer waited for the minute
hand of the clock to touch the bottom
OF the dial.
The runaways were still a quarter OF
a mile from the station when the cut
ter slowed up. but they had gained
more than Il minute in their swift de-
scent. and they did not have to run.
AS they came up to the station plat
form the little knots of 'loungers gath
cred about them. Rapidly Dick ex-
| planned the reason for the coast, and
the listeners cheercd as they heard the
tale. For years they had grumb led
ut the way Warning treated Joyce, and
they were glad that at last she was
to be released from her fathers hard
reign.
Here comes your dad now" piped q
| shriIl voice. And with one accord
they turned to see the familiar War
| ing team tearing over the brow of the
hill.
Carew glanced ut the steam gauge
and the clock. Then he lcaned ont OF
the window.
"All aboard that's going" he called
in a stcnto"ian voice. We're chang
ing tho schedule today. The 0:3O is go
ing out at Dos"
Another instant and the train was
rafting down the road toward the
state line. and Hiram Warning came
dashing up to the platform to be greet
ed by ironirnl cheers.
"rhe train went ahead of timer he
| suffered. IL shall report this to the
officials!" =.
You're wrong. squire" drawled Ned
| Burns, who posed as a wag. THAT
amt the regular train. That's the
Coaster special. Makes close connec-
ton with the Cutter express. from up
your way"
The laugh which followed showed
Warning that the sympathy was all
with the runaways. He was to be a
candidate for county treasurer In the
| fall. 1t would not do to turn his
townspeople against him. AS he head
cd the horses for home he half turned
in his seat.
"When that Coaster special com
! pletes the round trip" he shouted out.
you might tell DICK T%orrington t.
come out to my place. amt going TO
kill the fatted calf. but there's q tur
key | was saving up for Christmas
I guess that'll do as we'll"