The Huttig news., 1909-10-09
Strike light, Farrell. What about the horses 2's

Strike light, Farrell. What about the horses ?''
 They're being loaded"
 'Is the line clear?"
 Rooney Lee is clearing it." Spike it, George. and leave every west. hound train in siding. with the engine gut loose and plenty of steam. tin we get hy. It's now or never this time Two hundred and seventy-six miles: they're giving us our moneys worth Who's going with us Farrcll9"
 Rob Scott Reed Young. and Brill. II Reed can get him at Sleepy Cat Dancing is loading the horses"
 ''I want Ed Banks to lead q posse straight from here for Williams Cache; Dsneing can go with him. And telephone Gene and Bob Johnson to sit down in Canadian pass till they grow to the rocks, but not to let anybody throueh if they want tc live after I see them. They've got all the instruc- tions; all they need is the word. It's a long chance. but 1 think these are our friends. You can head Banks off by telephone somewhere if we change our minds when we get a trail Start Brill Young and a good man from Sleepy Cat ahead of us. George if you can, in baggage car with any horses that they can get there. They can be at Tower w by daybreak and per haps pick up a trail before we reach there, and we shall have fresh horses for them. Pm ready, I guess: let's go. Slam the door. George." In the hall Whispering Smith threw pocket. light on his watch q want you to put Us there by seven o'clock
 Charlie Sellers is going to pull you answered McCloud Have you got everything? Then we're off" The three men tiptoed down the dark hall. down the stairs, and across the street on no.seless run for the railroad yard.
 The air was chill and the sky clear. with moon more than half to the full. Lord. what night to ride!" exclaimed Whispering Smith, looking mournfully at the stars Well planned well planned, l must admit ]" The men hastened toward the yard. where lanterns were moving about the car of the train guards near the Blue Front stables. The loading board had I been lowered, and the horses were be- ing carefully led into the car. From a switch engine behind the car shrill cloud of steam billowed into the air l Across the yard a great passenger en ' zine, it's huge white side-rod rising ane falling slowly in the still light of the 1 moon-one of the mountain racers, thick-necked like an athlete and deep ehested-was backing down for the run with the single car almost across i the west end of the division Train men were running to and from the | Wickiup platform. By the time the horses were loaded the conductor had orders. Until the last minute. Whis- peIing Smith was in consultation with McCloud, and giving Dancing precise instructions for the posse into the Cache country. They were still talk ing at the side door of the car. Me Cloud and Dancing on the ground and Whispering Smith squatting on his launches inside the moving car. when the engine signaled and the special drew away from the chute, pounded up the long run of the ladder switch. and moved with gathering speed into the canyon. In the cab Charlie Sol lers, crushing in his hand the tissue that had brought the news of his Drvtner $ uo.-t.4, sal at the 1hrat,.= l., had no speed orders They had told him he had clear track.