The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1917-11-20

down behind the ore in the cars!"
and with this he grasped the throt-
tie and started the train. Protected
by the piles of ore, which served as
a sort of entrenchment, Casey's men
beat off all attacks as the train had
gained Roadway and crawled faster
and faster toward the incline.
But Rawls was alive to the stu
alton. What he desired was not
retreat, with the possibility of
counter attack, but a decisive vic
tory, stunning defeat of Casey's
entire force. Another train, with its
engine pointed in the opposite direc-
ton to that in which Casey was
established stood on a siding. His
decision was instantaneous. Summon
ing his men to climb aboard, he
backed the train on to the track and
started in pursuit.
The race was even till they
struck the grade, and then Rawl's
train, with every car loaded, had
greater motive power than any en-
gine-gravity As the two trains
slid down the mountain, the dis
lance between grew less and less.
Both sides were firing as rapidly
and continuously as human fingers
could load and press the triggers.
Narrower and narrower grew the in
tervening space till the trains seem
ed to couple and lock And now,
back and forth over the swaying ore
cars, there waged hand-to-hand
battle. First enc side would take the
upper hand, then the other, in
desperate rush, would carry the
fighting back.
But this could not last. AS Casey
turned the bend leading down to the
burned bridge, he knew in his heart
that defeat was very close. Outnum-
bered, his men would be virtually
surrounded as soon as the train
came to a stop. The only way out
was across the bridge itself, trusting
to higher power that the charred
supports and sleepers would bear
their weight. Word was therefore
passed along that all hands were to
make for the bridge as soon as the
engine halted A moment later Cas-
ey closed the throttle, and calling to
his men to follow. leaped to the
ground and started over the flimsy
framework toward safety. 1t was
a costly operation, but most of the
men had made their way unhurt to
the center of the bridge and were
holding off their ASSISTANTS with
fair success when a new enemy ap-
peared in the rear.
Won Bleck, Shoestring and One
Lung had mounted gatling gun on
the front of an engine and were
bearing down on Casey from the
other side of the bridge. The fire
had been less severe on this side,
and the engine crept out over the
sleepers with its deadly weapon
pouring forth a flying fusilade of
bullets. 1t was only by swinging
their bodies underneath and hang
| ing by the beams that the stoutheart-
ed little band of defenders could
save themselves.
Election Day dawned bright and
clear. and Hogan, his red machine
conspicuous with campaign banners,
was greeted with cheers wherever
he went. The events of the day be
fore had turned the tide. and Caus-
ley's defeat was foregone conclu-
sion. But the candidate dropped his
campaign smile for hearty laugh
when he suddenly came upon Casey
twisting his hat with boyish embar-
rassment before young lady's
praise.
isn't he-I mean it-perfectly
loyely?" she exclaimed with enthus-
iasm as Hogan drove up. do you
know what Mr.. Casey did last night?
Captured brand new gatling gun
Won Bleck had shipped from the East.
Isn't that simply magnificent" She
was looking on the big Irishman with
frank admiration, clapping her hands
and murmuring those girlish excla-
nations which which proved SO often
fatal to any mans selfpossession.
Casey welcomed the newcomer as a
providential diversion.
| THE Won came too far, that's all, v
he explained. I'VE worked along the
side OF the engine, and the gate
couldn't turn on such wide angle.
But they still have the mine, and a
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