Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-03-31

wheel of the Napier drove up to the
curb. They left MORA at her board
ing house, and rolled noiselessly
away,
At Q o'clock they arrived at Cardi-
gan's log landing and found jim
Harding, the bull-donkey engineer
pIacidly smoking his pipe in the cab
Bryce hailed him.
THAT you. Jim?"
you bet"
Run up TO Jabe Curtis shanty
and tell him we're here. Have him
gather his gang and bring two pairs
of overalls and two jumpers-large
siZe--with him when ne comes"
! Presently the woods-boss, accom-
panied by thirty OF his best men,
came down to the log landing. AT
| Bryce's order they clambered aboard
the engine and tender. hanging on
the steps. on the roof OF the cab, on
! the cowcatcher - anywhere they
could find n toe-hold. Buck Ogilvy
cut off the air. and the locomotive
and tender began to glide slowly
down the almost perceptible grade.
With = slight click IL cleared the
I switch and slid out onto the Cardi-
/ gan lateral. swiftly gathering speed.
A quarter of mile down the line
! Buck Ogilvy applied the brakes and
eased her down to twenty miles per
hour.
/ Al the junction with the main line
| Buck backed briskly up into the
/ Lagunda Grande woods. and coupled
to the two loaded flat cars. The
{ woods gang scrambled aboard the
flats. and the train pulled out fer
Sequoia. Forty minutes later they
| rumbled down Water street and slid
to a grinding halt at the intersection
of B street
From the darkness OF Cardigan's
drying yard. where they had been
waiting, twenty picked men OF the
mill crew now emerged. bearing
lanterns and tools. Under Buck Og
ilvy's direction the dirt promptly be-
gan TO fly. while the woods crow
unloaded the rails and piled them
close to the sidewalk.
Suddenly a voice, harsh and str'i-
dent with passion, rose above the
thud of the picks and the clang OF
metal.
Who's in charge here. and what
in blazes do you mean by cutting
my tracks,"
Bryce turned in time TO behold
Col. Seth PENNINGTON leap from an
automobile and advance upon Buck
ka1 l.,
the COIonel's face and surveyed Pen
nington calmly.
Colonel he began with exasper-
ating politeness, y presume you are
Colonel Pennington-my name is
Buchanan P. Oglivy, and am n
charge OF these operations. am the
vice president and general MANAGER
OF the y. G.. O., and am engaged in
the blithe task of making a jump
crossing of your rails. Have a cigar"
And he thrust a perfecto under the
Coionegs nose. Pennington struck
it to the ground, and on the instart.
half a dozen rough rascals empticd
their shoyels over him He was de-
luged with dirt.
stand back, Colonel, stand back, IL
you please. You're in the way OF the
shovelers." Buck OgiIvy warned him
soothingly.
Bryce Cardigan came over, and at
sight of him Pennington choked with
fury. ''You-you-" he sputtered. I'M
able to say more.
I'm the n. c. o." Bryce replied
Nice little fiction that of yours
about the switch-engine being laid
up in the shops and the Laurel creek
bridge being unsafe for this big
moCul." He looked Pennington over
with frank admiration. You're GER
tainly on the job, Colonel. I'll say
that much for you
you've stolen my engine" Pen
nington almost screamed. I'll have
the law on you for grand larceny"
''Tut-tut, You don't know who
stole your engine. For all you know,
your own engine crew may have run
it down here"
Til attend to you, sir" Pennington
replied and he turned to enter Mayor
Poundstone's little flivver.
Not tonight. at least" Bryce re-
torted gently. Having gone this far.
| would be poor general to permit
you to escape now with the news of
your discovery. You'd be down here
in an hour with couple of hundred
members of your mill crew and give
US the rush. You will oblige me,
Colonel Pennington. by remaining
| exactly whore you are until l give
you permission to depart"
And if / refuse"
Then l shall nanhandle you. truss
you up like a fowl in the tonneau OF
| your car, and gag you"
To Bryce's infinite surprise the
Colonel smiled. oh, very WELL" he
replied. II guess you've got the bulge
on me, young man. Do you mind if
1 sit in the warm cab Of my own en-
| CINE L came away in such a hurry
[ quite forgot my overcoat.'
Not at all. I'll sit up there and
keep you company"
Half an hour passed. An automo-
bile came slowly><p Water street and
| paused half block away. evidently
accommodating the situation. Instant
| ly the Colonel thrust his head out the
cab window.
"Sexton!" he shouted. "Cardigan's
cutting in crossing. He's holding
me here against my will. Get the mill
crew together and phone for Rom
| deau and his woods-crew. Send the
! switch engine and a couple of flats
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