The Carlisle independent., 1917-01-25

Cutting of the engine as soon as they had accomplished this, Seagrue' s men pulled away with the stolen loco motive and left tine 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- CTS 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 wives and the conductor called up Helen in the office at Las Vegas. In 2 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 yards, to help them quickly? Her 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 erusted white g 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 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 q 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. venerable mare, struck, in the midst of her lunch, with whip, could not have been more startled than the old 9ngire 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 her to a pace undreamed of in her long and peaceful yard career, achieved a miracle of speed with her.
 Up the line. Rhinelander, the dep- uties, the train crew and the engineer and fireman of the stolen engine sur rounding the marooned coach, searched the horizon vainly for a sign of assistance. The conductor, the mo- ment after he had raised Helen on the wire and told of their plight out between stations on the main line, had not been able to get another word from Las Vegas offfce In his impa- tience and excitement, Rhinelander had taken over the telephone and used his best endeavors to make him self heard by Helen. The suspicion came to him that Seagrue, with some unsuspeeted deviltry, had succeeded in cutting off even wire communica- tion 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 It grew rapidly more distinct and spread blacker and heavier. An engine was bearing down on them. The railroad men were non plused. None of them could recognize In the distance the shambling gait of