The Sentinel=record., 1914-11-08
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CHAPTER xxXVl.
Detail.

Across the plain purple shadows were sweeping. close-ranked, like some vast dark army invading the land, pouring on over the rampant of noun tains in the east.
 Within the rim of hills that ringed the plain like the clipped and broken flanee of a titanic saucer, silence brooded and solitude held sway dwarfing the town of Detail that oc. cupied the approximate middle of the sagebrush waste, to proportions even less significant than might be inferred from the candor of its christening.
 A platform. siding, a water tank, a Wells-Fargo office and a telegraph and ticket office. backed by three rough frame buildings that is Detail item i2ed completely.
 Shortly after nightfall the steel rib bons of the Santa Fe began to hum. A headlight peered suspciously round a shoulder of the eastern range, took heart of courage to find the plain still wrapped in peace, and trudged stolid- ly toward Detail. the engine whose eye it was pulling after it a string of freight cars. both fiat and box.
 At Detail the train paused. Its crew alighted and engaged in ani- mated argument Detail gathered that the excitement was due to the unac- countable disappearance of the ca boose; none seemed to have any no- tion as to how it could have broken loose; yet missing 1t consplcuouely was.
 In the pause that followed while Q report was telegraphed to headquar ters and instructions returned to pro- ceed without delay, one of the train men spied boyish figure lurking in the open door of an empty box car. Cunningly boarding this car from the opposite side the trainman caught tine skulker unawares and booted him vaingloriously into the night.
 AS the figure alighted and took to it's heels, losing itself in the darkness, it uttered a cry of pained surprise and protest which drew a wrinkle of as- tonishment between the brows of the trainman.
 Sounded like a woman's voice." he unused; then dismissed the suggestion as obviously absurd.
 II was not
 shortly after the freight train had gone on it's way--before, indeed, the glimmer Of it's rear lights had been lost among the western hills--a sec ond headlight appeared in the east, swept swiftly across the plain and in turn stopped at Detail
 The second bird-of-passage proved to be a locomotive drawing a single cara Pullman.
 Hardly had it run past the switch, however, when the brakeman dropped down, ran quickly back to the switch and threw 1t open.
 Promptly the train backed on to the siding.
 As the Pullman jolted across the frogs the brakeman. interposing him. self between 1t and the tender, re. leased the coupling
 By the time that the Pullman had come to a full stop on the siding, the locomotive was swinging westward like scared ackrabbit-though no such milk-and-watery characterization of the traitor passed the lips of any one of the three men who presently appeared on the Pullman's platform and shook impotent fists in the direc. ton taken by the fugitive engine.
 When the last of these had run tenn. porarily out of breath and blasphemy. a brief silence fell, punctuated by groans from each, and concluded by the sound of voice calling from the interior of the cara voice as strange. ly sonorous of tone as it was curiously querulous of accent
 The three men immediately ran back into the car and presented themselves with countenances variousy apolo- getio, to one who occupied a corner of the drawing room: a man wrapped in a steamer rug and a cloud of fury.
 Now when he had drained the muddy froth of profanity from his tenn per 1t left a clear and effervescent well of virulent humor: the wrath of the valetudinarian began to vent itself upon the hapless heads of the trio who stood before him.
 While this was in process. the person of boyish appearance, who had been keeping religiously aloof and in- conspicuous in the background of De- tail ever since that unhappy affair with the trainman. stole quietly up to the rear of the stalled Pullman, climbed aboard, and creeping down the aisle unceremoniously interrupted the conference just as the invalid was polishing off rude but honest opinion of the intellectual caliber of one of the three named Marrophat, who figured as his right-hand man and familiar genius.
 Amen to that!" the boyish person ejaeulated with candid fervor, loung- ing gracelessly in the doorway. There's many a true word spoken in wrath, Mir Marrophat. Father forgot only one thing-your masterly way with q revolver. From what I've seen of that, this day, I'll go bail that the only safe place for man you pull a