The Yale expositor., 1916-12-28

dOuog M W 'NS'
ured to the shock and tumult OF con-
..ict by the experience OF many years.
who first recovered his self-possession
and noted a one-eyed man stealthily
making his way out Of deep and
cavernous fissure in some nearby
rocks. Over one shoulder this villain
ous-faced prowler bore burlap sack |
which gave out a clanking sound as
he felt his way step by step along |
the rough trail.
The captain made up in valor what
he lacked in discretion, and, tugging |
out his heavy service revolver, he |
rushed after that skulking gangster,
loudly calling on him to surrender in
the name of the law. But One-Lamp
Louie had no apparent intention OF
surrendering either himself or the
coveted bag of loot TO that wrathful
guardian OF public morals. Instead,
he cooly dropped to one knee and
lived up to his reputation OF being
the handiest gunman in Legar's hard
| shooting gang by sending a bullet neat
| ly drilled through the police captains
! shoulder.
But he did not know as he lodged
his way among the shadowy tree
trunks that a youthful figure armed
with a heavy police revolver, a reso-
lute-faced girl and an elderly white
haired man were rapidly closing in
on him. AS he broke from cover and
started up the railroad embankment
he ripped out hasty oath as he saw
his pursuers emerging from the woods
a short distance below him. At the
same moment they saw that sinister
figure with the burlap sack and came
toward him on the run.
One.Lamp Louie instantly reached
the conclusion that it was safer to
run than to fight, and he pounded up
the ties with rapid strides.
Fifty yards up the track the gang
ster saw battered old switching en-
CINE standing by a dripping water
tank. He leaped aboard and opened
the throttle.
AS the self-constituted posse came
to q baiIled stop close by the water
tank they saw an evilly grinning fig.
ure leaning out from the cab OF the
fast receding engine, a figure whose
hand waved a mocking signal OF fare
we'll in true railroad style.
A few feet distant from the water
tank was a small, boxlike shanty con-
tanning the levers manipulating va
rious switches. In front of this shanty
, stood a distraught engineer, volubly
4 cursing the bold depredator who had
, robbed him of his iron charge. Sud
r denly a new look of CONSERVATION
flashed into his eyes and he turned
, in frenzy OF excitement to his grimy-
q faced assistant.
We've got to throw that devil of
: thu main line, Gus" he shouted as he
dived into the boxlike structure. The
a Overland Is due any second. They'll
A crash together head on"
n Almost as he spoke the last words
q he jammed over one OF the shining
). levers with all his strength. At that
moment came a long-drawn screech
n ing whistle, accompanied by the grind
|, ing sound Of hastily applied airbrakes
!, Down the level stretch of track the
II onlookers, gripped in an agony OF sus
A pense, saw the heavy Overland ex
> press rushing at top speed straight FOL
O the numbering freight engine. The in
a tervening space between those speed
ing iron-clad monsters lessened will
o. every second.
q With set faces the little group b.
d the water tank steeled themselves TO
d that seemingly Inevitable crash of col
a lision. But at that crucial instant tn
m outlaw engine .werved with incredi
O. BILE swiftness and shot off into tn
IL long siding, just as the express thun
dered past with its dozen coaches o
Ia human freight.
te Like a crazy Malay running amucl
Id tho engine, with the desperate at 1t
ut throttle, tore down the siding towar
lie startled group OF laborers who ha
tn been ripping out defective rail. Ami
m a babble of warning shouts the engin
IT. struck that deadly gap, and bereft G
it's steel guides, plowed wildly for
ed short distance along the ties, and ther
hit enveloped in a swirling cloud of steam
10 plunged headlong over the steep en-
OF bankment Under that shapeless mas
ne of twisted metal which had once bee
Dr. a staid old switching engine the whit'
ch faced pursuers of One-Lamp Loui
ed found the crushed and lifeless form {
ed the unregenerate gunman hud6,e
In across a burlap sack of stolen plat
all With a gesture of distress Marger
,e- Golden turned away from that repu
,ut sive, death-stilled figure.
er please take me home," she SCI
IN wearily to her rather, who was stan
ing near by
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