The Glenwood post., 1912-06-15
Helped by
Cloudburst
Copyright. loIs. by Associated Literary Pre.U

| expensive and all that, but unless l
can rush these papers to New York in
time for the meeting it will cost me
| pretty close to S2,0OO,000. I'll give
! $4,000 TO any man who will cross the
| stream
Il wouldn't do it for the whole s2,-
100000 said Cassidy, the foreman de-
cidedly. "Mebbe some of the boys
wants to try. I'll ask en-
Dick Breslin looked at the raging
food. During the night there had been
cloudburst up In the mountains. The
ordinarily shallow stream was swollen
to a width of 300 feet and the tempo
rary railroad bridge had been swept
away.
Breslin shared his employers nerv-
BUSINESS and accompanied him in his
restless pacing until, from the private
car, there stepped a hooded figure.
rs it still bad?" asked the girl as he
approached.
Worse, Claire. don't think the
water will fall before tomorrow"
And no one will try for the re-
ward?"
No one seems anxious to try for a
suicides grave" he laughed. That's
about what it would mean"
"Will you go halves with me?" she
demanded suddenly.
Die together?"
Claire shook her head.
Father said we could get married
when you had earned $4,000. 1t will
take you two years with this construc-
N IN hot Na
hurry it along"
I'm with you," he cried. "What is
the idea?"
Let's arrange with dad first" They
went toward the bank. Mr.. Carmichael
paused to greet his daughter.
You had better go back to the car"
he said This weather is not made
for young women"
ut won't hurt me-" she said. I've
a proposition to make, dad.'
And that is?"
'You told Dick that we could be
married when he had earned $4,000.
Then you put him with this construc-
tion gang and it will take two years
for him to earn it at the salary you
pay him"
and you've Just discovered that If
pay him more the time will be short
er? This is a bad time for discov-
cries" Claire shook her head.
'Will you give us that reward If We
get the papers across for you? Dick
and l are partners Well each take
half"
You ought to help me out anyhow"
he declared.
81 won't" she said, "and Dick
doesn't know how" Her dimpled chin
squared itself determinedly. Mr.. Car.
michael knew what that meant. She
inherited his stubbornness, and he sur.
rendered unconditionally.
She drew Breslin aside and whis.
pered for a moment Then she went
back to their private car while he
headed in the direction of the tool car
Some whisper of an attempt to bridge
the stream was passed about and both
banks were lined with workmen as
Breslin returned.
Going to shoot the box across?" de.
manded Cassidy, as he noticed that
Dick carried gun.
Something like that" he admitted,
as he proceeded to grease the outside
of the gun barrel. Cassidy watched
him in surprise. But his surprise was
nothing TO his amaZement when Bres-
lin began to drive stakes into the clay
and wind fishing line about it. Then
he drew from his pocket a section of
pipe from one of the steam drills and
fastened the line to the cap Of the
pipe.
Claire and her father came down to
watch the proceedings, and, with quiet
care, Breslin slipped the cap on the
gun and rested it in crotched stick.
There was report, the line whizzed
out over the stakes, but the prujectile
fell short
I'll get it yet" he cried, as he drew
another cartridge from his pocket.
Slowly he drew back the line. II
was a quarter of an hour before the
projectile was back on land.
This time there was heavier re-
port, the black projectile rose in
curve and fell on the opposite bank.
There Gillis caught it and raised the
line out of the water.
From the telegraph kit, they OBJ.
tanned some light, strong rope and this
in turn was drawn across. Then
water tight box containing the papers
and letter Of instruction to Gillis
was fastened to the line and hauled
across. Ten minutes later the puffs Of
smoke announced the departure Of an
engine for the junction.
Carmichael watched the smoke until
1t faded into the distance, then he
turned away with a sigh of satisfac-
ton.
After the chill Of the morning, the
car seemed gratefully warm and Car
michael grew genial.
Whose scheme was that?" he de-