Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-01-08
TRAIN.
HOLDUP
By RYLAND BELL

railroad. There was q bridge across
the river near where l lived, and l
spent a great deal of my time on this
bridge holding a fishpole over the wa
ter. 1 perched myself on an abutment
where | would not be interfered with
by trains, and when any of the engi-
neers l knew came along ! would
wave my hand to him. getting a nod
in reply.
There was a time, when l was about
sixteen years old, that a train went
Over the bridge carrying an express
car. The engineer was Josh McCur-
dy, the best friend / had among the
brotherhood. When l was a little kid
playing about among the switches
where the men were making up trains
he had jumped from his cab and
yanked me out of the way Of a car
that was being backed right on to me
AS l grew older l appreciated what he
had done for me and loved him &C
cordingly. And he loved me the more
because he had done it.
In July and August I was usually
fishing on the bridge nearly all day.
One morning when Josh McCurdy's
train was coming | heard a shot and
saw his train slowing up. But 1T
didn't ONE to a full stop till the engine
and forward cars had got on to the
bridge. l saw the heads of passengers
es and other evidences of excitement
which convinced me that something
serious had happened.
The shot l had heard. together with
the fact that l knew the train always
carried an express car, suggested to
me that the train had been held up
by robbers. Boylike, | was curious to
see what was going on, besides being
solicitous about my friend the en-
gineer. So, instead of keeping out of
the way. / went as fast as | could go
over ties and stringers toward the
train. | was not likely to be noticed.
coming from the bridge; but, feeling
sure that my inference that robbers
were at work was correct. as l neared
the kissing engine l dropped down on
to some supports below and made my
way along them.
l was now over the bank, which
sloped from the abutment to the river.
I couldn't see what was going on in or
about the train. but one thing l saw
that set me to thinking. The locomo-
tive and one car-either the baggage
or e~xpress-were OIL the bridge, and |
could look up from under them. In
those days the old fashioned coupling
had not completely passed out of use.
and the ears of this train were linked
together with a pin.
A man was hammering with his fist
at the rear door OF the al above me,
but suddenly turned and ran down the
steps and disappeared from my view.
] was not slow in divining that he had
gone for something with which to
break in the door. an ak or a tie. There
right over my head was the link that
held the car to the rest of the train.
hanging loose. A plan of action fash
ed through my brain. Catching a
stringer, l pulled myself up to where
1 could reach the pin and pulled it out.
Then, lowering myself, I made my
way with a boys agility to the cab of
the locomotive and, climbing the steps,
found myself in it, alone. Opening
the valve. / let on steam, slowly at
first, but rapidly increasing the power
till l was welt under way.
/ expected TO die for my act, for the
robbers could jump on to the rea plat
form of the car, come forward, and l
was defenseless. The reason they
didn't do this was that they had been
told off for different purposes. Two
were going through the cars robbing
the passengers, one was guarding the
engineer, who had been taken from his
cab, and the fourth man was hunting
for a tie with which to batter down the
door of the express car. He did not
see that the car was moving till 1t had
gone too far to be reached. walking as
he would have had to do on ties, which
is a slow process.
1 crossed the bridge with my engine
and one car and was well on the other
side when, hearing a sound behind me,
/ turned and saw the express agent
coming over the coal in the tender.
He had taken in the fact that his car
had been hauled away and when be
saw me at the throttle informed me
that In some mysterious way | had
saved the treasure for which he was
responsible, as well possibly as his
life. Without a word he threw his
arms about me and Rugged and kissed
me till l thought be would smother me.
Then he fired a few short questions
at me, to which l fired back as short
replies, and the story was told.
We had no fear of being followed
across the bridge. so. pulling up at a
station not far beyond the river. we
telegraphed for information. The news
came that the robbers had mounted
horses and galloped away. 1t was
some time. however. before we re-
ceived an order TO back across and.
when we did, found that no lives had