The Elbert County tribune., 1914-10-09

nostrils as he stepped out to speak
with the guards. and as he stood there
waiting for the full daylight the mas
ter mechanic joined him
He was a fulI-biccded, round-headed
little man with determined views on
life, and he began the day. as usual.
with his private opinion of Mexicans.
They were the same uncomplfmentary
remarks to which he had given voice
on the day before. for the rebels had
captured one OF his engines and he
knew 1t would come to some harm
"A fine bunch of hombres. yes" he
ended. "and may the devil fly away
with them. They took No. 9 at the
summit yesterday and I've been lis
tening ever since. Her pans are all
burned out and we've been feeding
her bran like COW to keep her from
leaking team. II some ignorant Mex
gets hold OF her you'll hear big noise
--thatIl be, the last of No. 9-her
boiler will burst like wet bag.
''If was running this road there'd
be no more bran-not since what / saw
over a. Aguascalientes on the Cen
tral. One of those bum, renegade en-
CINE drivers had burned out No. TAB.
but the rebels had ditched four OF our
best and we had to send her out Day
after day the boys had been feeding
her bran until she smelled like dis
tillery. The mash was oozing out OF
her as Ben Tyrrell pulled up to the
station. and a friend of his that had
come down from the north took one
sniff and swung up into the cab.
ben came down at the word he
.whispered--for they'd two OF 'em
blowed up in the north-and they sent
out another man. Hadn't got up the
hill. when the engine exploded and
blew the poor devil to hell! asked
Tyrrell what his friend had told him.
but he kept 1t to himself until he could
get his time. It's the fumes. boy
they blow up like brandy-and old No
8 is souri
She'll likely blow up. too. But how
can we fix her with these ignorant
Mexican mechanics? You should have
been over at Aguas the day they fred
the Americans.
No more Americanos,' says Ma
dero, let 'em all out and hire Mexi-
cansl The national railroads.&c. Mex
leo must not be In the hands of for
eigners.
80 they fired us all in day and
put Mexican wood-passer up In the
cab OF old No. 313. He started to pull
string of empties down the track,
threw on the air by mistake, and
stopped her on dead-center. Pulled
out the throttle and she wouldn't go.
so he gave it up and quit
Called in the master mechanic then
"a Mexican. He tinkered with her
for an hour, right there on the track,
until she went dead on their hands.
and took back the cars and called on
the roadmaster-a Mex. He cracked
the nut-built shoo-fly around No.
313 and they left her right there on
the main track. Two days later an
American hobo came by and set down
and laughed at 'em. Then he throws
OF the brakes. gives No. 313 boost
past the center with crowbar. and
runs her to the roundhouse by gravity.
When we left Aguas on handcar that
hobo was running the road.
''Ignorantest hombres In the world
these Mexicans. Shooting gun or
running an engine. it's all the same
they've got nothing above the eye
brows."
That's right" agreed Bud. who had
been craning his neck; but what's
that noise up the trackT
The master mechanic listened. and
when his ears. dulled by the clangor Of
the shops, caught the distant roar he
turned and ran for the house.
cit up, Ed" he called to the road
master, they're sending wild car
down the canyon-and she may be
loaded with dynamitel"
Dynamite or not" mumbled the
grizzled roadmaster, as he reused up
from his couch, there's derailer /
put in up at kilometer seventy the first
thing yesterday morning. Thatn send
her into the ditch!"
Nevertheless he listened intently,
cooking his head to guess by the
sound when 1t came to kilometer
seventy.
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