Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1916-03-17

him the whole story. When the two
reached the siding Storm asked the
conductor to put out a 1agman to pro-
tect the freight; he half lifted and
half pushed Helen up into the cab,
and the instant the fireman cut off
the engine, started in pursuit of the
fast-receding passenger train.
But the stern chase is the long
chase. The freight engineer had set
himself a difficult task; one thing
alone was in his favor; everything
else was against him. He was run
ming a light engine against n pull
ing a strong string of sleeping cars.
But his own machine was built for
traction, not for speed, and he was
pitting it against one of the fastest
types of engines on the division. From
the time Storm opened the throttle
not a device was left untried to make
his ponderous engine go fast; not a
trick of all those that had already
made his reputation as an exceptional
n n was now overlooked and every
resource of the engineers art was
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ing passenger train.
Helen crouched on the fireman's box
with her eyes straining ahead into
the darkness, or glancing across the
hooded lights of the cab at the pro-
file of the silent engineer, waited in
vain for him to look toward her. 1t
seemed as If he had forgotten her
existence. His attention, for the mo-
ment, was centered on nothing but
the terrific Roadway he had attained
and must maintain to win, and his
Keeling, laundering machine seemed
awake to the relentless energy of
its driver, was responding like a thing
alive to his iron will. A cry from
Storm made her look across toward
him. She saw his eyes regarding her,
but he was pointing silently ahead,
and looking again through her own
window, Helen's straining vision
caught far ahead the faint CLEAN of
the red tail-lights.
From the top of the distant sleeping
cars Spike and Hyde had seen the
threatening chase. Without a qualm,
and crawling along the swaying cars,
they made their way toward the en-
CINE. They held up the engineer and
fireman. Spike understood enough of
an engine to take the throttle and he
tried to run away from Storm; but
this proved a game in which he had
no advantage. Striving desperately
to increase his speed he found him
self, as he glanced back from. the
cab window, steadily losing ground.
The race was nov more like the eff
fort of a pillow horse to run away
from a thoroughbred. A last resort
remained for the criminals. Hyde,
at Spikes direction, climbed back
over the tender and cut off the coaches.
The engine pulled away from the
train. The air went on and the string
of sleepers stopped abruptly. Close
behind them the freight engine was
pounding and lurching. Storm had
barely time to apply his air and pull
up as he stopped and he was nearly
into the hind-end Of the observation
car.
When the passenger rev got out
side there were hurried explanations.
Storm, knowing every foot of the line,
saw that they had reached the longest
passing track on the division and that
by running around the stalled train he
still had a chance to overtake his
quarry. Throwing his engine into re-
verse he backed down, took the pass
ing-track switch and tore past the
standing cars after the fast disappear
ing passenger train. With all of it's
lights extinguished, and still maintain
ing terrific speed, it was at a hopeless
disadvantage against the skill of the
man at the throttle of the engine be-
hind.
Overhauled and with defeat in sight
as the nose of the huge freight engine
crowded them, Hyde from the gang
way and Spike, turning from the USE
less throttle, opened fire with their
pistols on their pursuers. Hyde, fir
ing his last shot without effect, in his
rage, hurled his heavy gun back at the
other cab. 1t crashed through the win
dow where Helen had sat an instant
before, but she was now up and back
over the engine tank. AS Storm drew
steadily abreast of the runaway, she
watched her chance and with reckless
daring sprang from where she stood
over to the tank of the passenger en-
CINE. The safe-blowers turned to meet
her. Stack and stack the engines were
rushing toward the little San Pablo
bridge. Rut with Spike's and Hyde'S
attention turned from the passive engi-
neer and fireman in the cab, they were
suddenly attacked by both from be-
hind. A furious mixup followed. Hyde,
as Helen jumped down at him, crap
pied with her. Storm, eager in the
jumping gangway opposite them, saw
her peril. Catching up a wrench he
hurled it with all his force. at Hyde's
head; it flew true and the thug sank