Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1921-05-05

string to that Y siding ten miles west
of Banta, and was sure that If had
i,een talking to Mr.. Van Britt could
have convinced him. But kirgan was
awfully hard-headed.
IT'S supper time" he said, after
we had mulled while longer over
the map. Tomorrow, if you like,
we'll take an engine and run down
there. But we amt goin to find any
thing. can tell You that, right now"
eyes, and tomorrow we may have
the new general manager, and then
you and I and all the others will be
hunting for some other railroad to
work on" I retorted.
I pretty nearly had him over the
edge, but l couldn't push him the
rest of the way to save my life.
IF there was the least little scrap-a
reason even to imagine that Mr.. Nor
cross had gone off on that stolen
eight-wheeler, it would be different,
Jimmie" he protested. "But there
aint; and you know doggoned we'll
there amt. Let's go uptown and
hunt up something to eat. You'll feel
a heap clearer in your niind. when you
get good square meal inside O. your
clothes"
We left the shop offices together,
and got shut out, crossing the yard,
by freight that was pulling in from
the west. There was yard crew
shifting on the other side of the in
coming train, and rather than wait
for the double obstruction to clear itself,
we walked down the shop track, mean
ing to- go around the lower end Of
things.
This detOur took us past the round
house, and when we reached the turn
table lead, the engine of the just
arrived freight came backing down
the skip-track. Seeing Kirgan, the
engineer swung down from the step
at the lead switch, leaving the hostler
to spot" the engine on the table.
knew the engineer by sight. His name
was Gorcher, and he was reformed
cow-punch'-with record for getting
out of more tight places with a heavy
train than any other man on the divi-
sion.
Here's looking at you, Mr.. Kir-
gam" he said, with sort of Happy
Hooligan grin on his smutty face.
"You been passln' the word, quiet,
among the boys to keep an eye out
FIR that Atlantic-type that got lost in
the shuttle, amt you? Well, 1 found
her"
whats that-where?" snapped Kir-
gan, in tone that made noise like
the pop of whip-lash.
"You know that old gravel pit that
digs into the hill a mile west of the
old " on the Timber Mountain grade?
Well, she's there; plumb at the far
end O. that gravel track, cold and
dead"
"CrippledY Kirgan raped out.
"Not as we could see; just dead.
She's got her nose showed a piece
into the gravel bank, but she amt
off the rail-"
Kirgan nodded. "Who else saw
herr"
Nobody but the boys on our train,
I reckon"
"All right. Don't spread it. Want
to make little overtime?"
II amt kickin' none"
'"That's business. After you've had
your supper, call up your fireman and
report to me here at the round-house.
Well take a light engine and go down
along and get that runaway"
This seemed to settle Kirgan's half
of the puzzle. We hadn't taken the
gravel track into our calculations sim
ply because it wasn't marked on the
map we had been studying; but that
merely meant that the pit had been
opened some time after the map had
been made.
When Gorcher had gone into the
round-house to wash up and tell his
fireman to report back, Kirgan and
I crossed the yard and headed for
town. left the master-mechaRic at
the door of Greek eat-shop that he
patronized and went on up to the
Billiard. was just getting around
to my piece Of canned pumpkin pie
when the kid from the dispatcher's
Office came into the grill-room, stretch
ing his neck as If he were looking for
somebody. When he got his eye on
me he came across to my corner and
handed me telegram. It was from
Mr.. Chadwick, under a Chicago date
line, and it was addressed ITO the
General Managers Office" just like
that There were only nine words
In it, but they were all strictly to the
point: whats gone wrong? Where
is Mr.. Norcross? Answer quick" u
I saw in half a second at least q
part Of what had happened. Mr.. Chad
wick was back from his Canadian
trip, and somebody-the New York
people, perhaps-had wired him that
new general manager had been APP
pointed for Pioneer Short Line. The
old wheat kings quick shot at our
office showed that he wasn't in the
plot, and that, whatever else had be-
come of him, Mr.. Norcross hadn't as
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