The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1916-01-10
THE DAILY sTAR-MIRROR: MOSCOW, IDAHO, MONDAY, JANUARY 10. 1916

in due form. My recommendations &c
particularly at a time like this. Take
fifty men at once-and proceed to join
the battleship Missouri at ChantilIo.
That's ALL"
Neal saluted and swung about.
wait" said the captain. Neal waited.
II just want to shake hands, old man."
said the captain. you deserve your
luck If ever man did. Good-by."
An hour afterwards Neal and his
squad were at La Plaza once more,
consulting the railroad master.
1--WE want a train, and right away"
said Neal. 1.-THE road will make it's
fortune. 1t will declare a dividend.
When does she go?"
mot for two days or so. The en-
gine-the good one-she is be repair"
What can we do?" said Neal.
The station master frightened. He
desired at all costs to get this squad
of Americanos out Of town. They were
rioters-at least SO Ponto had in
formed him. Yes, they must 60.
"Ah, senor," he said, IT have idea.
There are dirt train cars-no engine
but what you call, almost gravity road
from here to Chantillo-all downhill
almost all the way"
SHOW me-" said Neal.
He was shown. WELL" he said to
his men, what do you say. boys.
They'll rock us some, but they're the
best we can do. Is the road clear?"
Clear all the way, emo The last
train-the little train-she have ar
rived at Chantillo now"
Were game" said his men; come
on"
They came on-that il they got on
= the whole squad. A crowd Of natives
saw them of. One of these natives, hid
den from view by the others, crawled
under the foremost car and did some
thing. He crawled to the second and
did something--to the third and did
something. What he did no one knew.
Down the line at the deserted shack
labeled "Montrada," Hernandez came
out from within, with complete salts
written on his face.
Hernandez sauntered out and
glanced up the track. The track was
and downhill all the way. It
was like a canyon cut through a mass
of underground and heavy trees. There
was nothing to distract the attention
it was a clean cut avenue as far as
the eye could reach. He watched.
Up the track somewhere the troop
train was shooting curves with spright-
ly lurches. Getting a bit too lively"
said Neal; better apply the brakes"
The order was obeyed-so far as the
will was concerned. But the man at
the brakes shook his head. Brakes
won't work." he said.
mo matter" said Neal, I'VE reach
the bottom of this hill three miles
out Of Chantillo. Then we go up.
We're bound to slacken up some
One of his men plucked him by the
sleeve. whats that?" he cried, point
ng down through the canyon, 1anked
~ trees. Look ahead"
"By G~eorge!" said Neal, "a train.
The brakes-eyery man jack Of you
he brakes!"
The brakes wouldn't work. Funny"
aid Neal; 1--WE tried before we started.
Funny they won't work" 1t may or
nay not have been funny-but it was
he fact. The brakes would not work.
Were in for it," said Neal. Boys,
very mar jack of you-you've got to
ace this. That jungle is soft stuff
a velvet lining. We may get
cratched, but we can't get hurt. Every
of you get ready and when | say
be word slide off-as easy as you
an-but slide. Guns and equipment
rst-then yourselves-when l say
ne word"
Squatted on the edge Of the jungle
as the Brute. He looked up the track,
lily following Hernandez gaze. Sud-
emily he rose-quivering with excite
lent.
"Look-see," he said. His glance
dumbly from the o%nrushing
'oop train to the stationary one. An
her man might have rushed to the
tier and warned it's occupants or car
ed them out. But not the Brute. He
i'd a glimmering. He started off.
Come back" said Hernandez, you
EAST" /
The Brute never heard him. He (
lily heard the %onrushing train. He =
lied a loose rail lying by the track.
Q thrust it under the stationary rail
the nearest him-he thrust it into m
9 roadbed. He jerked and strove w
it like a demon. Fl
Joe Welcher heard it com be
He looked now. He gave one gasp, n
ade one dive, and plunged into the oe
fety of the jungle. oe
dared not move. Safety 80
Y in his remaining up track-out of 80
Q danger zone below. He felt that ~
9 Brute was doing fruitless work A.
at no man, no human agency within -,
time could raise that rail. -
didn't know-there was something =
perhuman within the Brute, He was -,
re than a mamie was a man. ~.
ven beast-perhaps God-driven. W.
He piled his giant lever like a giant. NJ