The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-07-07
By FRANCIS IYNDE
Continued.) CHAPTER XVII.
THE EHADOwGRAPH.

nlteIy barred by the huge bar rier of the great mountain range, the Red Butte Western. having picked it's devious way to an apparent cul-de-sac among the foothills and hogbacks. plunges abruptly into the echoing can- yon of the eastern Timanyoni.
 For forty added miles the river chasm, throughout its length a mar row, tortuous crevice, affords a pre- carious footing for the railway em- bankment. At its western extremity the canyon forms the gateway to a shut in valley of upheaved hills and interior mountains isolated by wide stretches of rolling grass land. To the eastward and westward of the great valley rise the sentinel peaks of the two inclosing mountain ranges.
 Red Butte. the center of the evanes- cent mining excitement which was originally responsible for the building of the railroad. lies high pitched among the shouldering spurs of the western boundary range. On the south bank of the river. at a point a short distance beyond the stream fronting cliffs, lies the landmark hill known as Little Butte, and at the sta ton of the same name is the bridge across the Timanyoni.
 On the engineering maps of the Red Butte Western the outline of Little Butte appears as a roughly described triangle with five mile sides, the three angles of the figure marked respec lively by Silver Switch, Little Butte station and bridge and the Wire Sil- yer mine.
 Between Silver Switch and the bridge station the main line of the railroad follows the base of the trian gle. with the precipitous bluffs of the big hill on the left and the torrenting food of the Timanyoni on the right. Along the eastern side of the triangle and leaving the main track at Silver Switch ran the spur which had for merly served the Wire Silver when the working opening of the mine had been on the eastern slope of the ridge like hill. For some years previous to the summer of overturnings this spur had been disused. though its track. ending among a group of the old mine buildings five miles away; was still in commission.
 Along the western side of the trian- gle, with Little Butte station for its point of divergence from the main line, ran the new spur, built to accom- modate F1emister after he had dug through the hill and busted the right full owner of the true Wire Silver efo 3c hor hamlet and his plant. or the major part of both, to the western slope of the butte, at this point no more than a narrow ridge separating the eastern and western gulches.
 Train 2Oo, with ex-Engineer Judson apparently sound asleep in one of the rearward seats of the day coach. was on time when it reached Little Butte. A moment later Judson had let him. self silently into the rear veshbule of the day coach and was as silently opening the folding doors of the vesti- bule itself.
 Hanging off by the handrails. he saw the engines headlight pick up the switch stand of the old spur. The train was unmistakably slowing now. and he made ready to jump if the need should arise, picking his place a the track side as the train lights show ed him the ground. As the speed was checked Judson saw what he was ex- pecting to see. Precisely at the in- stant of the switch passing a man dropped from the forward step of the smoker and walked swiftly away up the disused track of the old spur. Jud- sons turn came a moment later, and when his end of the day coach licked past the switch stand he, too dropped to the ground and, waiting only until he could follow without being detect ed, set out after the tall figure, which was by that time scarcely more than an indistinct and retreating blur in the moonlight.
 : The chase led directly up the old spur, but it did not continue quite to the five mile distant end of it. A few hundred yards short of the stockade tnclosing the old buildings the shad- owy figure took to the forest and be- gan to climb the ridge, going straight up, as nearly es .;:dson could deter mine. The ex-engineer followed, still keeping his distance. From the first bench above the valley level he looked back and down into the stockade in- closure. All of the old buildings were dark, but one of the two new and un- painted ones was brilliantly lighted, and there were sounds familiar enough to tucson to mark it as the Wire Silver power house. Notwith- standing his interest in the chase, Judson was curious enough to stand a moment listening to the sharply de fined exhausts of the high speed steam engine driving the generators.
 Say" he calculated under his breath, eff that engine ain't dead match for the old PIG pullin' a grade don't want a cent. Double cylinder set on the quarter and choo-chooins like it ought to have pair O steel rails under if. If I had time I'd go down wonder and break a winder in that power shack, blEsned if wouldn'tr'
 But unhappily there was no time to spare. As it was. he had fingered too long. and when he came out upon the crest of the narrow ridge and attained . point of view from which he could look down upon the buildings cluster ing at the foot of the western slope hn hod lost fha c1onf Tho fall man