The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1916-02-24

Cutting OF the engine as soon as
they had accomplished this, Seagrue's
men pulled away with the stolen loco
motive and left the coach just where
it abruptly stopped when the air went
on, with the intention of putting as
many miles as possible between the
coachload Of deputies and Rhineland-
er's chances for defending the right of
way.
The conductor of the marooned
coach did not lose a moment in get
ting into action. An emergency tele-
phone was snatched from it's bracket,
connected up with the main line wires
and the conductor called up Helen in
the Office at Las Vegas. In a few
words he told her what had happened,
and while Rhinelander and the dep
uties listened around him, he asked
what she could do to help them out
of their predicament.
Helen understood the necessity for
prompt action. But how, she asked
herself as she looked anxiously from
the office window up and down the
eye lighted on the little roundhouse
away down at the lower end of the
yard.
Resting within the friendly shade
of it's north wall she espied the crazy
old yard switch engine, known ir-
| reverently among the switchmen as
SODA Water Sal" Soda Water Sal
took her disreputable nickname from
| the fact of her misfortune in being
crusted white good part of the time
| with alkali
The excited girl dashed at the top
Of her speed down the platform and
across the yard to rouse the crew and
| get them to carry her to Rhinelander
But though Soda Water Sal stood as
peaceful as an old Dobbin munching
her MONDAY repast, the switching
crew was nowhere to be found. Be-
yond a doubt, Helen felt, they were
all down town, eating their dinners
and to find them quickly was out OF
the question. She called out a few
times, hardly hoping for a response
and none met her ears. There was
steam up, and without loss Of time
| Helen climbed into the cab, and, open
| ing the throttle, gave Sal steam
| A venerable mare, struck, in the midst
| of her lunch, with a whip, could not
have been more startled than the old
| engine at Helen's summons. Soda
Water Sal started and trembled
Helen touched her heels again.
No such sight as she made was ever
before seen on the main line of the
Copper Range & Tidewater. If Soda
| Water Sal had been dancing a two
step on the rails, she could not have
| plunged and cavorted more wildly
than she did as Helen, pushing hel
to a pace undreamed of in her long
| and peaceful yard career, achieved 6
miracle Of speed with her.
Up the line, Rhinelander, the dep
futies, the train crew and the engineer
and fireman of the stolen engine sur
rounding the marOoned coach
searched the horizon vainly for sig1
Of assistance. The conductor, the mo
| Tent after he had raised Helen or
the wire and told Of their plight out
between stations on the main line
had. not been able to get another wore
from Las Vegas Office. In his impa
thence and excitement, Rhinelandel
had taken over the telephone anC
used his best endeavors to make him
self heard by Helen. The suspicion
came to him that Seagrue, with some
unsupported deviltry, had succeeded
in cutting off even wire communica
ton from the helpless rescue party
But as he dropped the receiver in de
spair, a shout arose among the dep
uties, and, looking down the far per
spective of the long tangent that sep
arated them from Las Vegas, Rhine
lander's men saw faint line Of smoke
on the horizon. 1t grew rapidly NOR
distinct and spread blacker AM
heavier. An engine was bearing dowl
on them. The railroad men were non
plused. None of them could recognize
in the distance the shambling gait o