Yellowstone monitor. [volume] (Glendive, Mont.) 1905-1928, 1911-11-16

find out where We were ar were. on
CO.'S tffae. you Rfow-ought to have
met her here
why didn't we?" asked the sunar.
intendent, taking the time card from
its pigeonhole and glancing at train
204's schedule.
] she was late out OF Red Rnffa.
broke something and had to ston and
tie It up; lost half hour maxim har
getaway"
Then We reach Little Butte before
204 gets there. Is that it,"
That's about the way the night dis
patcher has it ciphered out. He gave
the Tlmanyoni plug operator hot STUFF
for holdiu' us up
LidgerWood shook his head. The
| artless simplicity of Red Butte West
ern methods, or unmethods. was DIVING
hard-inexcusably hard.
Does the night dispatcher happen
to know just where 204 is at this pres
ent moment2" he inquired, with gentle
irony.
Bradford laughed
I'D be willing to bet d piebald ninto
against q no account yaller dog that
he don't. But reckon he won't be
likely to let her get past Little Butte,
comm this way, when he has let as
get by Timanyoni goin' t'ofher way
That's all right. Andy, but you'd
better feel your way-pretty carefully
too. From Point OF Rocks you can
see we'll down toward Little Butte.
Tell Williams to watch for 2O4's head
light and if he sees it to take the sid.
ing at Silver Switch, the old Wire Sill
yer spur"
Bradford nodded and when Lidger-
wood refmmersed himself in his pa
pers went forward to share Williams
watch In the cab of the 266
Twenty minutes farther on the train
slowed again, made monetary stop
and began to screech and grind heav-
lily around sharp curve. Lidgerwood
looked out OF the window at his right
The moon had gone behind a huge
hill. a lantern was pricking a point in
the shadows some little distance from
the track, and the tumultuous river
was no longer sweeping parallel with
the embankment. He shut his desk
and went to the rear platform. project
ing himself into the group Of sight
seers just as the train stopped for the
second time.
Where are we nowY' asked Miss
Brewster, looking up at the dark mass
of the bill whose forested ramparts
loomed black in the near foreground
AT Silver Switch replied Lidger.
wood, and when the bobbing lantern
came nearer he called to the bearer OF
it, What is it. Bradford ?"
The passenger, reckon" was the
answer. Williams thought he saw it
as we came around Point OF Rocks.
and he was afraid the dispatcher had |
got balled up some and let 'em get
past Little Butte without a meet or.
der
For moment the group on the |
rallied platform was silent and in the /
little interval a low, humming sound |
made itself felt rather than heard
snuddef1ng mufmur, coming from all
points of the compass at once. as it
seemed. and filing the still night air
with its vibrations
Williams was right!' rejoined the
sharply. shes com
ing" And even as he spoke the white |
glare Of an electric headlight burst
into full view on the shelfike cutting
along the northern face Of the great
hill. prick1ng out the smallest details
Of the waiting special. the closed
switch and the cleaning lines Of the
rails
With this powerful spot light 70 |
project its cone Of dazzling brilliance
upon the scene. the watchers on the
rallied platform Of the superintendent
service car saw every detail in the