The Huttig news., 1909-07-03

though burned by sun and wind, was boyish, while Sinolair's was strongly lined.
 Just a moment suggested Nc. Cloud, mildly, as Sinclair hastened past the goods piled in the wagon foad. Whose team is that, Sinclair" 2" The road followed the right of way where they stood, and four-horse team of heavy mules was pulling a loaded ranch wagon up the grade when McCloud sroke.
 Sinclair answered cordially. That's my team from over on the Frenchman. I picked them up at Denver. Nice mules, MeCloud, ain't they2 Give me mules every time for heavy work. If I had just hundred more of em the company could have my job-what?"
 Yes. Whats that stuff they are hauling?"
 That's a little stuff mashed up in the merchandise car: there's some to- bacco there and a little wine, guess. The cases are all smashed"
 Let's look at it.
 "oh, there's nothing there that's any good, McCloud.
 Let's look at it''
 As Bill Dancing and Young walked behind the two men toward the wagon, Dancing made extraordinary efforts to wink at the roadmaster. That's a good story about the mules coming from Denver. ain't t?" he muttered. Young, unwilling to commit himself. stopped to light his pipe. When he and Dancing joined Sinclair and Me Cloud the talk between the superin. tendent and the wrecking boss had be. come animated.
 'I always do something for my men out of wreck when l can; that's the way ! get the work out of them.s Sin clair was saying. "A little stuff like this" he added. nodding toward the wagon. comes handy for presents and the company couldn't get any sal wage out of it. anyway. I get the value a dozen times over in quick work. Look there!" Sinclair pointed to where the naked men heaved and wrenched in the sun. Where could you get white men to work like that if you didn't jolly them along once in a while? What? You haven't beer here long, McCloud.' smiled Sinclair laying hand with heavy affection ol the young mans shoulder Ask an, man on the division who gets tn, work out of his men who gets tn, wrecks cleaned up and the tracl cleared. Aint that what you want2'
 Certainly. Sinclair; no man that ever saw you handle wreck would undertake to do 1t better"
 Then what's all this fuss about o'
 We've been over all this matter be fore, as you know The claim de artment won't stand for this footing | that's the whole story Here are ten or twelve cases of champagne on your wagon-soiled little, but worth a lot of money"
 That was mistake loading that | up; l admit it; 1t was Kargs careless ness
 Here is one whole case of cigars and part of another,' continued Nc. 1 Cloud, climbing from one wheel tc another of the wagon There is a thousand dollars in this loadi know you've got good men, Sinclair. r they are not getting paid as the. should be, give them time and ha . or double time but put it in the pay checks. The freight loss and damage account increased 200 per cent. las year. No railroad company can keep that rate up and last. Sinclair
 Hang the company. The claim agents are a pack of thieves cried Sinclair. Look here. McClouG what' a pay cfeek to man that's sick com. pared with bottle of good wine2"
 "W hen one of your men Is sick and needs wine let me know" re urneG 1 McCloud; "Ill see that he gets fl Your men don't wear silk dresses, d. shsy?" he asked. pointing to another case of goods under the drivers seat Have that stuff all hauled back and loaded into a box car on track"
 Not by damned sight" exclaimed Sinclair. He turned to his ranch driv. CT, Barney Rebstcck You haul that stuff where you were told to haul it Barney" Then: You and may as
  here. he said, as McCloud walked to the head of the mules
 By all means. and, I'll begin by eountermanding that order right now Take your load straight back to that car.' directed McCloud, pointing ur the track Barney a ranch hand with a cigarette face. looked surlily at Me Cloud
 Sinclair raised a finger at the boy You drive straight ahead where I told you to drive. I don't propose to have my affairs interfered with by you or anybody else. McCloud. You and l can settle this thing our.elves.s he added. walking straight toward the superintendent
 l Get away from those mules," yelled Barney at the same moment cracking his whip.
 McCloud's dull eyes hardly frightened as he looked at the driver. Don't swing your whip this way. my boy. , he said, laying hold quietly of the near