The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-23
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get through the twenty-four hours without killing somebody or smashing something I thank God and put red mark on that calendar over my desk"
 "Well, we won't go back of the re- turns" declared Lidgerwood. The door leading into the room be- yond the trainmaster's office opened squeazily on dry hinges, and a chatter ing of telegraph instruments heralded the incoming of disreputable looking office man. Seeing Lidgerwood, he ducked and turned to McCloskey. Bradford, reporting in. had given his own paraphrase of the new superin- tendent's strictures on Red Butte Western dispatching.
 Seventy in the ditch at Gloria siding" he said. speaking pointedly to the trainmaster. ''Goodloe reports it from Little Butte-says both engine men are in the mixup. but he doesn't know whether they are killed or not"
 "There you are!" snarled McCloskey, wheeling upon Lidgerwood. 'They couldn't let you get your chair warmed the first day."'
 Lidgerwood might blamelessly have turned over the trouble call to his trainmaster. But he took command at once.
 "Go and clear for the wrecking train and have some one in your office notify the shops and the yard" he said brisk 1y, compelling the attention of the dis pateher. And when Callahan was gone: "Now, Mac. get out your map and post me. I'm a little lame on geography yet. Where is Gloria sid ing?"
 McCloskey found a blue print map of the line and traced the course of the western division among the foothills to the base of the Great Timanyonis and through the Timanyoni canyon to a parklike valley. At point midway of the valley his stubby forefinger rested.
 That's Gloria" he said, "and here's Little Butte, twelve miles beyond"
 Good ground?' oueried Lidgerwood
 "As pretty stretch as there is any where vest of the desert. I don't know what excuse those hoboes could find for piling a train in the ditch there"
 "We'n hear the excuse later," said Lidgerwood. "Now, tell me what sort of wrecking plant we have"
 'The best in the bunch," asserted the trainmas+er. 'Gridley's is the one department that has been kept up to date and in good fighting trim. We have one wrecking crane that will pick up any of the big freight pullers, and lighter one that isn't half bad"
 ''Who is your wrecking boss?"
 "Gridley-when he feels like going out. He can clear main line quicker than any man we've e0cr had"
 "He will go with us today?''
 ''I suppose so. He is in town, and he's-sober."
 The new, superintendent caught at the hes1tant word.
 Drinks, does hep
 ''Not much while he is on the job But he disappears periodically and comes back looking something the worse for wear. They tell tough sto- ries about him over in Copah.''
 "I'll go and run through my desk mail and fill FIallock up while you are making ready" said the new super intendent "Call me when the train is made up.''
 Passing through the corridor on the way to his private office back of Hal locks room, Iidgerwood saw that the wreck call had already reached the shops. A big. bearded man with a soft hat pulled over his eyes was direct ing the makeup of a train on the re pair track.
 There was little time for the doing of the preliminary work which Lidger- wood had meant to do. In the midst of the letter sorting McCloskey called for him.
 With few hurried directions to Hallock, Lidgerwood joined the train master on the Crows Nest platform. The train was backing up to get its clear track orders, and on the tool car platform stood the big man whom Lidgerwood had already identified pre- sumptively as Gridley
 McCloskey would have introduced the new superintendent when the train paused for the signal from the dis patcher's window, but Gridley did not wait for the formalities.
 Come aboard. Mr. Lidgerwood," he called genially. 'It's too bad we have to give you a sweatbox welcome. If there are any of 71's crew left alive you ought to give them thirty days for calling you out before you could shake hands with yourself
 Lidgerwood's impulse was to hold all men at arms length until he was reasonably assured of sincerity and common ground. But the genial mas ter mechanic refused to be put on pro- bation. Lidgerwood made the effort while the rescue train was whipping around the hill shoulders and plung- ing deeper into the afternoon shadows of the great mountain range. The tool car was comfortably filled with men and working tackle, and for seats there were only the blocking timbers, the tool boxes and the coils of rope and chain cables. Sharing a tool box with Gridley and smoking a cigar out of Gridley's pocket case, Lidgerwood found it difficult to be less than friend ly.
 It was to little purpose that he re- called Fords qualified recommends tion of the man who had New York