The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1921-07-29

hunting for Hatch. He learned that
| Hatch and bunch of his Red Tower
hackers had gone to Stfathcona on q
mining deal, and had started to drive
to the gold camp in an auto to get his
man.
Before leaving Portal City he had
| written a letter to Mrs, Sheila, tell
| ing her what he was going to do, and
that when he got through with it,
she would be free. The letter. which
| had been left at the hotel, had yeen
delayed in delivery-had, in fact. just
been sent out to the majors house by
| the night clerk who had found 1t.
Long before the story could get it,
| self fully told, the different gaps in
| it were filling themselves up for me-
and for Mr.. Norcross, as well, ! guess.
| When Mrs. Sheila came to the auto
| drive part of it, the boss whirled and
! shot an order at me.
Jimmie, chase into the dispatcher's
office and find out the name Of the
| man who chartered that following en-
| CINE 7, he snapped; and went on the
run, remembering that in the strike
excitement and hustle it hadn't oc-
Cured to anybody to ask the mans
name or that of the particular mine
owner who had chartered the special
| train.
Donohue got the Strathcona opera
| tor in less than half minute after
I fired my order at him, and the an
| swer came almost without break:
Charter of special train was to r.
Hatch. of Portal City, and of engine
.416 to man named Collingwood."
Gosh but this did settle it! didn't
run back to the Office with the news
flew. 1t was like firing gun amongst
the three who were waiting, but 1T
had to be done. The major groaned
and said, ooh, good God!' and Mrs.
Sheila sat down and put her face in
her hands, The boss was the only
one who knew what to do and he did
It: vanished like shot in the direc-
ton of the dispateher's Office.
In about fifteen of the longest min
utes ever lived he came back. shak-
ing his head, I knew what he. had
been doing, or trying to do. There
was one night telegraph station on
the branch--at a mining-camp half
way down the grade on Slide Noun
tain-and he had, been trying to get
word there to stop the wild engine.
"He has either bribed or bullied
his engine crew." he told the major.
81 wired and had a stop signal set
for them at the Antonio mine, but
they overran it, going at full speed
Gown the HILL"
1t was plain enough now what Col
lingwood was trying to do. The MUIR
der mania had got q firm hold Of its
weapon. Collingwood knew that
Hatch was on the special, and he was
going to chase that One-car train until
it made stop somewhere and then
smash into it for blood. After Mr..
Norcross had talked hurriedly for
minute or two with the major he went
back to the dispatcher's room and
l went with him.
The boss, grabbed up an official
time-card and began.to study it hur-
riediy and to jet down figures. won
dered if he wasn't tempted-just the
least little bit in the world, you know.
Here was thing itself up-a thing
for which he wasn't in the least re-
sponsible and if it should work out TO
the catastrophe that nobody seemed to
be able to prevent, the chief of the
grafters, and probably number Of
his nearest hackers, would be wiped
off the books; and Collingwo0d's death,
which, in all human probability; was
equally certain, would set Mrs. Sheila
free.
He must be thinking of it, l argued;
ne couldn't be human man and not
be thinking of 1t. But he never
stopped his hasty figuring for single
instant until he broke off TO bark put
at Kirgan, who was standing by:
"Quick. Mart! 1 want light en-
CINE, and somebody to run it, Jump
for it, man.
Kirgan, big and slow-motioned at
most times, was OFF like shot. Then
the boss hurried back down the hall
to his own offices, and again tagged
him. The old major was standing at
a window with his hands behind him,
and Mrs. Sheila was sitting just as
we had left her, with the big terror
still in her eyes and her face as white
as sheet. "
"We can't stop him without throw
ing switch in front of him, and that
would mean death to him and his two
enginemen," said the boss. talking
straight at the major, and as if he
were trying TO ignore Mrs. Sheila,
Pm going to takela long chance and
run down the line to meet them.
There's bare possibility that 1 can
contriye to get between the train and
the engine. and if can"
Mrs. Sheila was on her feet and she
had her hands clasped as il she were